Wilde Fyre

Legend speaks of a Maiden born from the fyre of a thousand dragons. Childe is an unloved, she has no family and noone but her friends to love her. Childe and her friends are on a quest to find the missing fyre dragon and return peace to their realm. will Childe make it home alive and who is this Wilde Fyre the dragons speak of

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10. The Story Teller

Chapter Nine

The Story Teller

Childe had gone missing. Allias was worried, worried like he had never been before. One of his best friends was gone.

“We need to find Childe!” Maia was worried, Childe never went anywhere near the forest without one of her friends. None of them did.

“Well if you think we’re going into the forest like this then you’re very mistaken.” Allias stated and he was right no one with a functioning brain would step into the forest without some way of defending themselves, especially by themselves.

“What do you mean?”

“If we’re going we’ll need to defend ourselves!” Allias explained while pushing on the door to the armoury and watching the door swing open and the blinding brightness of the seemingly endless racks of swords, shields, maces and any other dangerous metal objects as the sunlight caught their shiny surfaces. Allias already had his long sword so he picked up a round shield with a scratched, golden paint and three small knives, two of which he slid into his boots, the other was slipped into his belt. Maia had chosen something quite different, a longbow and a quiver full of sharp tipped arrows, each with different coloured feathers on the other end and slipped on a chest plate.

“You might want to take one of these too.” she said picking up another chest plate and offering it to Allias

“No thanks, they way you down and I’m not a very fast runner. It’s easier to take one of these,” he said holding up his shield, “You can abandon them if you need to.”

But, unlike Allias, Maia was a really powerful runner and did not abandon the metal protecting her heart, lungs and any other organ in her upper torso.

Happy with their choices, the two of them left the armoury leaving the door ajar.

***

The forest seemed darker than ever. Maybe it was the fact that their friend was gone and most likely wandering past the trees in there seemingly lost. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t there to cheer them up, but that was why they stepped forth into the gloom of the dark forest. Both of them had stepped into the forest and walked their untrodden paths many, many times, well more, if they were to count they would reach, well they didn’t count and no one, at all, knew how much.

“Well, shall we go then?” a small sound came from Maia’s mouth and they stepped into the depths. The cold darkness holding no spark of hope, like cold charcoal in a cold fireplace, only a small glowing ember remained of their hope, their precious hope someone had stamped on to kill, unigniteable.

Allias and Maia had been trampling endlessly through the forest for a day and there had been no visible trace of their friend, Childe. If they weren’t already worried out of their sense of direction they would have still been slowly loosing themselves like they had been two hours ago.

“Haven’t we walked past this tree before?” Maia asked in exasperation, the tree was big, probably one of the biggest trees in the whole forest, and had a large gaping hole in the bottom of the trunk and a single glowing candle burning inside. That hadn’t been there before, but the tree, that had. It must have been at least two hundred years old by its gigantic size.

The two were curious and like any other curious being they wanted to rid themselves of their curiosity, they were tempted to step into the room like space and so they did. The walls were a light polished brown with a darker grain pattern running through it like the other furnishings in the room; a small table on three legs with three small stools, a ladder leaning against an empty bookshelf and a staircase winding along the circular walls. The candle lighting the room was on the table, it was new and the wax hadn’t yet melted enough to spill over the side and run down to the already waxy table.

Allias let out a faint “Hello,” sending out an echo louder than the word he had uttered. A scrambling noise came from upstairs and a minute later a strangely short, old woman came bustling down the stairs with a small pot of some substance neither Maia nor Allias could identify or describe. It was bubbling a brown colour and looked like what one might call slush.

“Sit, sit.” The woman beckoned to the chairs peeping out from under the table.

They sat. The chairs were so low that Allias was forced to hug his knees. The woman came over to the table, laid the pot down and pulled three cups out of a pocket in her apron.

“What is that” Maia asked

“A potion for retrieving your senses.” The woman answered a grin appeared on her face showing her yellow teeth as she poured out the mixture into the cups, “So, Allias, what brings you to these parts of the Darke Forest? And you, Maia?”

“Sorry, but, who are you and how do you know our names?” Maia asked trying to sound polite

“I am Myra, a story teller; I know everything one might possibly need to know.” She said, her blue eyes were open wide making them look like miniscule crystal balls.

Myra pulled a small book out of one of the many pockets and wrote:

The two were curious and like any other curious being they wanted to rid themselves of their curiosity, they were tempted to step into the room like space and so they did. The walls were a light polished brown with a darker grain pattern running through it like the other furnishings in the room; a small table on three legs with three small stools, a ladder leaning against an empty bookshelf and a staircase winding along the circular walls. The candle lighting the room was on the table, it was new and the wax hadn’t yet melted enough to spill over the side and run down to the already waxy table.

Allias let out a faint “Hello,” sending out an echo louder than the word he had uttered. A scrambling noise came from upstairs and a minute later a strangely short, old woman came bustling down the stairs with a small pot of some substance neither Maia nor Allias could identify or describe. It was bubbling a brown colour and looked like what one might call slush.

“Sit, sit.” The woman beckoned to the chairs peeping out from under the table.

They sat. The chairs were so low that Allias was forced to hug his knees. The woman came over to the table, laid the pot down and pulled three cups out of a pocket in her apron.

“What is that” Maia asked

“A potion for retrieving your senses.” The woman answered a grin appeared on her face showing her yellow teeth as she poured out the mixture into the cups, “So, Allias, what brings you to these parts of the Darke Forest? And you, Maia?”

“Sorry, but, who are you and how do you know our names?” Maia asked trying to sound polite

“I am Myra, a story teller; I know everything one might possibly need to know.” She said, her blue eyes were open wide making them look like miniscule crystal balls.

Allias peered over and sudden realization crossed his mind, that was what he and Maia had just done.

“Why are you writing about us?”

“There is a big story in your future you must heed my warning and choose wisely.” She said her eyes became very misty, then in a sweet and somewhat forcing way, “Well, drink up, it won’t kill you!”

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