Action Adventure / Crimson Woods: Chapter 2 "The blessing"
Crimson Woods: Part 2
“Aww, so glum, cheer up young one. At least you’ll be alive, if you do as you’re told that is” said the man as he unlocked the call gate. With rage, Cemero brashly charged at the man, arrogantly he went to tackle the one who’d had Breggoe killed. The man effortlessly side stepped, and Cemero slammed into the wall opposite of the cell. “That’s not exactly going to keep you alive boy,” he said as he grabbed Cemero by the collar of his tunic, “ now if you’ll settle down you will be coming with me.” He drug him along a long flight of stairs, Cemero fought the entire way up. However it was of little hindrance to the man.
When they reached the top, he’d brought Cemero into a large empty hall. Lit by the yellow light from outside. He threw Cemero to the ground and continued to walk to the far side of the hall and grabbed a vial similar to the one Cemero had only it was red. It’s like was dark, defying the very nature of light almost. “ Now I’m curious how a boy like you managed to come across the purified spirit water,” the man said turning to face the boy. “ Why does it matter to you” Cemero barked. “Because the life of your friend Kila could be at stake if you didn’t return back to your village. Now tell me, who told you its location of Dunharrow” the man walked slowly towards him. “ How do you know about Kila” Cemero asked, he was shocked. “How? You ask? My dear boy, there is little I don’t see from these halls. For in these times, I must keep tabs on all infected.”
Cemero became curious, “ You mean there are others out there with this disease?”
“ Well yes that was the intention after all, to cover all this land in plague. But you of all, remain immune. Yet Kila and the rest of your village are now reeling in illness. So tell me is it witch craft, magic, a blessing” he seemed a little more interested in the conversation than before.
He gripped the red crystal vial in his long thin fingers, Cemero finally stood. “ I don’t know, I didn’t even know this was a epidemic, or that it had a cure” he spoke as he slowly walked towards the man. “CURE? Ahhh so you must’ve spoken with the water spirit. So Laterai thinks it’s you” the man laughed. “Me, what am I supposed to be” Cemero asked, confused and perplexed. “Not very bright for starters, but if Laterai sent you to get the water, then she must think you are the hero from the prophecy. But to think the boy to stop me, couldn’t take three Neacreans” he laughed harder again.
Cemero became a little annoyed, the man’s constant laughter got on his nerves. “ You want to clue me in to this prophecy or would you rather laugh so more” Cemero said his eyes became sharp. The man’s laughter was cut short, he had a face of grimace, “Well in short, you kill me and end this virus. But then again if this was true, wouldn’t I be dead by now, and wouldn’t you have taken the cure back to your village.”
“So this virus is your doing” Cemero became enraged thinking of the village, and most of all Kila. “You animal! I’ll you if that’s what you want” he cried out as he leapt forward at him. The man rose his had swiftly and smacked Cemero across the head and sent him into the wall. He grunted as he rose, not deterred he charged again as the though of Kila was surging in his mind. He swung a punch at the man, however he sidestepped and jabbed his knee into Cemero’s stomach as he passed. Landing roughly on the cold stone floor he ears perked as he heard the man speak, “HAHA pathetic, Laterai is the only fool so blind as send you to kill me.”
“If I can’t kill you, then I’ll take the cure and go” Cemero said sharply as he rolled over and onto is feet. Sprinting back down the stairs, he noticed he was perused by the man, he made his way back to the cell and grabbed the vial. The man came rushing down the winding stairs. If anything Cemero certainly was the faster, he then realized that his sword and shield were missing. No time to search he came to realize as the man came down and entered the room, Cemero turned and dove through the window the glass shards floated down with him. He saw at this point this wasn’t a good move, the drop would kill him. He panicked, glancing around from anything to grip. “There” he shouted in his mind as he threw his arm at a metal lantern hook that hung next to a window.
He hesitantly lowered his head to see he was still very high up. His stomach became heavy as stone, hearing the clatter of metal, he could tell the guards were on their way out. An arrow or two and he’d be dead. “No choice” he said as he tightly shut his eyes and felt a lump in his throat. The fall had felt like it may take forever, all the while he silently prayed to Laterai that he wouldn’t be killed on impact.
He hit the tall grass with force, landing square on his ankle. He let out a yelp as he stumbled over the instant he made contact. He gripped his ankle in pain, his eye lids pressed tightly together in pain, his ankle burned as if he’d been dropped into a fire. The pain was too much for him to even put weight on his left foot. He then heard a slam and turned to see the gates of the castle. “There” shouted a guard as he ran off, with several more behind him.
As the guards descended upon him he felt a presence of light surging around him. White clouds swarmed around him, he became engulfed in a mist of light. The divine shroud swallowed Cemero and any guard who attempted to attack was sent into the air by and awesome burst of light. As the cloud faded outside the castle, Cemero had been taken away. It felt as if he’d died and was being carried over, as the state of elation
Faded he felt himself in the open air again. He lay at the foot of a spring, the yellow sun cast down on him. The peaceful glow was easing, the pain in his leg had gone. He felt light, like he’d awaken from a long sleep.
“Young Cemero” said a disembodied voice. A yellow mass surged in front of Cemero as he stood. Over the spring to mass shone bright, “You have come far indeed…” said the voice. “Laterai was wise to put her faith in you. And now you may receive the power that has been dormant in you since you were born” the voice almost didn’t have sound. It was more or less projected into Cemero’s mind. “ What power” he said softly as he stood motionless in witness of the great spirit. It had become clear to Cemero it was the Earth Spirit Ordana. Again the spirits words resonated, “Long ago in dark times long past, a hero had been chosen by the five great spirits, to defeat the Wizard, Agrios,” the boy interrupted. “Agrios, is that the one who had me kidnapped” he asked intently. “ Yes, he knew you may rise to defeat him. You see the dark water he possess is the source of this virus, the water of light you carry is only step one to the cure. There are four other waters you must obtain…” the voice silenced as a vial floated down in front of Cemero, held by a mist of light. “…this is the second of the five sacred waters..” He grasped the vial. “ But what now, how am I supposed to find the other three” Cemero spoke as he put the vial into his small pocket of his belt.
He closed down the leather flap and began to stare again at the white glow in front of him. “ You will be guided by the will of the five great spirits, Laterai and I will be sure to inform the other spirits of your quest. You must travel east now to the mountains. There in the high cliffs of the mountains you will find Gorodon, the fire spirit. It is he who will provide the third vial and further guidance, now go…” the voice said as Cemero felt himself fading. The feeling of weightlessness left him as he became heavy in the pale red skies of. He was in the fields east to Agrios’s castle. He sat in the tall grass and saw smoke to the east, the fire spirit would be in the high peeks of the mountains. Who’s mouths spewed smoldering rain, long had it been thought to be a peaceful place until the colonies that resided on its slopes became subject to Gordon’s might, as some said.
He stood he had suddenly felt something weighing him down on his back. He glanced over his shoulder to see the hilt of a sword. He reached over his shoulder, clutching the firm hilt and sliding the sword from its scabbard. Bringing the sword to view in front of him, its shine was entrancing. Along the shimmering blade was inscribed an elvish blessing, “To he whom fate has chosen, power shall be granted”, a gift from the great spirits. He wielded the sword, it weighed less than air in his hands. With balance and speed he handled the sword. He paused as he held the blade with dignified poise. Plunging it back into his sheath, he headed east. With vigor and will he ran, the wind swept against him. But he cut through the breeze.
Nearing the edge if the tall field, he saw a man standing in the distance. His read hair danced gracefully in the windy air, Agrios. He slowed to a light walk and shortly after stopped. Agrios stood several strides away, they were silent. “It’s sad that you’ll have your quest ended so soon after your visit with Ordana. However I must stop you, you will not destroy my plans” he said as he began to slowly approach Cemero. Cemero became hesitant, “What plans could you have, you’re aimlessly killing innocents” Cemero challenged as he approached Agrios. “Innocents, fool these lands were once pure but no. Now every inch of sacred land is filled with huts, dams, shops, castles, bridges, boats, carts, villages, and people” Agrios said with great anger.
Cemero brought his sword out, and held it in a tight grip. “The spirits themselves gave us this land, if they truly believed what you believe why would they bestow this power to me” Cemero replied. “Power? Haha” Agrios chuckled, “You know nothing of power” he added as his hand began to form a red glowing around it…
To Be continued…..
You need to log in to urbis or create an urbis account to review this writing.
Reviews
Sort Reviews by Newest | Oldest | Highest Quality | Lowest Quality | Newest Comments |
This 677 word review has not been unlocked.
This was a good piece. It has a good flow to it. Very good use of words and descriptions. It is good to see somebody so young with a respect for writing. I think this story would better fit in with sci-fi. I wish I could have read the first part of the story. I find this kind of hard to follow but I think that it is only because I missed the first part. I am looking forward to part 3. Keep up the good work.
- add/view comments (0)
I would say to add some depth to the conversations between the characters, especially in the very beginning with the “spirit water” convo…but I would suggest using better spacing and shorter snappy words.
In the middle, I noticed like with the fence jump, ankle hurt scene…you, at times, that one including, but you seem to detail the same thing TOO much, instead, you focus on describing things that the reader naturally knows will happen when you hurt your leg, for instances.
This 11173 word review has not been unlocked.
This 62 word review has not been unlocked.
This 163 word review has not been unlocked.
Showing 1 - 6 of 6
Review item
Add to faves
GENERAL
REVIEW QUEUE
Ratings & Rankings
