From Night to Daye (Solo)
Sept 30, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -6
Post by Zacharia on Sept 30, 2015 17:37:12 GMT -6
The mage opened his eyes to the smolders of last night's fire. The sun poked its way through the leaves of the tree he had his back to. Daybreak. Time to get going.
Many days had passed since the Elder Mage and the mercenary had said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. After their encounter, Zacharia's wallet was lighter, his bag was lighter, and he felt a little slimmed down himself. But after Khayri gave him her departing words, Zach's heart felt like lead. More than once he wished that Vergil had decided to come with him, if only to take his mind off of things for a while. If it wasn't for him, Zacharia would've been too scared to go into the abandoned library on his lonesome.
He sighed, scooping up his bag that he used as a makeshift pillow. Thank goodness that no one had come for him in the night; Zach wasn't in any shape to fight off more monsters or highwaymen. As he pushed himself off of the tree and stood upright, the mage winced. His feet were calloused and bruised from weeks of travel on foot, his back ached from a bed of bark, and his bites and scrapes were only now starting to mend. Harumph, some "healing magic" Khayri used. If there had been an easier, safer way to arrive back at Macendew, he would've already been there by now. Well, there was Grimm's wyvern... but he couldn't have made Grimm go miles out of his way for want of a ride! And there were no horses in his old home, much less alternative vehicles. So, Zach did the only thing he could do, putting out the fire and setting off down the road: complain.
It didn't do much for his predicament, but it did make him feel better.
--
Zacharia had been walking the same road for hours, and finally, he'd found a fork in the road. Slowly he kneeled down and plucked the map from his bag before un-crumpling it. If Zach was where he should be, heading down the left path meant he'd stay on the right track.
Turning back to look at how far he had come, the mage was shocked that he couldn't see the tree and the fire anymore. They'd been swallowed up by the hills behind him. If it wasn't for those and the mountains in the distance, Zacharia would've thought his feet had been walking in circles all day. The dirt roads were dull and samey, and the sun shone down just as bright as it had earlier if not brighter. The boy stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow. The trip was still the same as yesterday, and the days before that too. There was only one thing that gave him pause. Softer than the wind through the trees was a low rumble way off in the distance. Like a... "Horse?" he mumbled to himself. Yes. Horse. What else could it be? Another roaming hoard of beasts? Zach chuckled, but that laugh quickly melted into a nervous bark. Juuuuust horses. Certainly nothing else.
Many days had passed since the Elder Mage and the mercenary had said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. After their encounter, Zacharia's wallet was lighter, his bag was lighter, and he felt a little slimmed down himself. But after Khayri gave him her departing words, Zach's heart felt like lead. More than once he wished that Vergil had decided to come with him, if only to take his mind off of things for a while. If it wasn't for him, Zacharia would've been too scared to go into the abandoned library on his lonesome.
He sighed, scooping up his bag that he used as a makeshift pillow. Thank goodness that no one had come for him in the night; Zach wasn't in any shape to fight off more monsters or highwaymen. As he pushed himself off of the tree and stood upright, the mage winced. His feet were calloused and bruised from weeks of travel on foot, his back ached from a bed of bark, and his bites and scrapes were only now starting to mend. Harumph, some "healing magic" Khayri used. If there had been an easier, safer way to arrive back at Macendew, he would've already been there by now. Well, there was Grimm's wyvern... but he couldn't have made Grimm go miles out of his way for want of a ride! And there were no horses in his old home, much less alternative vehicles. So, Zach did the only thing he could do, putting out the fire and setting off down the road: complain.
It didn't do much for his predicament, but it did make him feel better.
--
Zacharia had been walking the same road for hours, and finally, he'd found a fork in the road. Slowly he kneeled down and plucked the map from his bag before un-crumpling it. If Zach was where he should be, heading down the left path meant he'd stay on the right track.
Turning back to look at how far he had come, the mage was shocked that he couldn't see the tree and the fire anymore. They'd been swallowed up by the hills behind him. If it wasn't for those and the mountains in the distance, Zacharia would've thought his feet had been walking in circles all day. The dirt roads were dull and samey, and the sun shone down just as bright as it had earlier if not brighter. The boy stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow. The trip was still the same as yesterday, and the days before that too. There was only one thing that gave him pause. Softer than the wind through the trees was a low rumble way off in the distance. Like a... "Horse?" he mumbled to himself. Yes. Horse. What else could it be? Another roaming hoard of beasts? Zach chuckled, but that laugh quickly melted into a nervous bark. Juuuuust horses. Certainly nothing else.
