Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER III: TEMPER OF GODS (9)

CHAPTER III: TEMPER OF GODS (9)

"How the hell did they get away from us?!" exclaims the God of Air. "This is an insult!"

"I know," replies Arac..

"You said it was impossible for your son to be with her!" exclaims Amsiret.

"I know," Arac responds.

"How do you expect us to take him now ?!" exclaims Amsiret. "You said you knew him!"

"I know!" Arac responds, agitated. "What do you want me to say?! I don't understand anything either! It was his decision, maybe that woman is fooling  him! "

"Arac, he was protecting her!" replies the king of the north. "If there is a fool, if there is someone fooling him, it is himself!"

"Don't you dare talk about my son like that!" exclaims Arach.

The God of Plasma released a purple lightning bolt that the God of Air emanated with his left hand quickly and deflected it towards a log that was split into thousands of pieces.

"That is your problem Arac!" Amsiret responds. “You are too impulsive! And while you think that makes you strong, that makes you the weakest and most vulnerable on this island! From now on, we will do things my way! "

The God of Air emanated a hiss that spread through the air and the eternal currents of the island as a call to battle. The King of the North came out to the outskirts of the forest, between the slope of the high abyss, the King of the South followed him, and on the horizon of the North a mass sprouted with blue and silver flags was seen. Dozens of soldiers, raising the name of an empire; shining on the curtains of the burning sun, announcing the incessant morning, among the meadows coming from the north of the great nation.

"If your son wants to be taken as the enemy, then the enemy will be," Amsiret replies. “Catch a Flinger *. Warn your southern soldiers. Prepare your kingdom for the new mission. From now on, we will go hunting. "

Among the deep springs, the company lay restless and asleep. Iram felt a strange presumption, as he tried to continue sleeping; although a strange sound was heard faintly between his ears of the new dawn. The prince got up, and felt a strange roar, he looked ahead, and among what he could make out the figure, he recognized some fangs, a mouthpiece, and a spittle falling from the instigating mouthpiece. It was the roar of a panther.

The dark creature stared with a lurid ruffled at the southern prince, cornering him and cornering him further and further back with slow, disturbing steps. The prince tried to look sideways, and when he saw the scratches at the exit of the trunk tunnel, the prince could deduce that the fast beast had entered through the hollow of the giant trunk, until it slipped near the spring.

He looked to the right corner, and could make out his calm companion; still asleep. The prince thought more than three times about the move he would acclaim next, for a slip could be fatal. He could not move his arms or his legs, for the beast had its face in front of hers; having the advantage of being able to catch it much more easily and quickly than him.

The prince then, stared into the panther's eyes, and from the purple pupil of his, two very thin rays in violet color attacked the panther's eyes; burning them alive and blinding him for a few moments. The prince quickly rose, grasped his sword, and lifted the woman; while the beast creaked on the ground in pain and burning. Iram raised his sword, pointed it against one of the walls of earth and roots, and from the sword an energy sprang forth like a plasma power that opened a high path towards the outskirts of the place. They began to climb, the woman first, and Iram accordingly. They led the way through the ascending land, trying to find the light. Suddenly, the prince of the south felt a bite on his left foot, the panther was pulling towards the springs. The prince's screams distracted the woman, though he was yelling at her to keep digging. The prince then pointed the Ravana towards the beast, and it emanated a singular power that sent the creature flying into the springs. The young woman kept digging at the earth in an ascending way, with her hands agitated and muddy, until the woman could find the light, the exit.

Duality came out of the underground lands as best it could. The panther was back up the path they had created, hungry for revenge. The prince could not walk, so the woman had to carry him by one arm, while they tried to flee as best they could in a strange forest that not even the prince of the south could recognize. They took paths between crusaders, while their bodies retreated with adrenaline and speed.

They were trying to distract the beast. He tried to jump along incoherent paths to lose her, but this beast did not know rest, and it followed their trail. They observed a narrow path, between the laurels of the disordered trunks, and the prince chose to continue between the roaring crossroads.

Pasithea, over there!" exclaimed Iram.

They began to walk between the narrow path that seemed to lead to a huge tree, where the prince intended to hide, They began to walk along the way, passing through the bushes, removing the giant leaves and the strange groves. His steps accelerated, as the roar of the creature began to be felt with greater notoriety. It reached them more and more. Their steps were abrupt and accelerated, and when the woman looked back to see where the creature was, he tripped over a strange object, and they both fell into a deep, open hole.

The panther arrived at the place, looking for them everywhere, while the duality covered their mouths so as not to emit any sound. But the panther quickly located them with its scent, and from above the hole it was seen how it coldly looked at the gaze of the fallen. The prince tried to grab his sword, and realized that he did not have it, because he had lost it in the trip. The panther began to enter slowly to devour their bodies, it was certain death when suddenly, a spear pierced his body, and did not allow him to even enter the hole; falling on the unobservable sides for duality.

The duplet was confused; lost in what had happened, they were quickly scared, because the prince of the south had no idea what was happening, nor the space around them. A wide and slow shadow began to cross the vicinity of its excessive hole. They were frightened, for they could not comprehend what more terrifying creature could have attacked with such ferocity the evil beast that was pursuing them.

"Hello friends!" exclaims a large and fat man. "Excuse me for removing your prey! By the way, is this yours? "

The big man held the southern holy sword in his right hand. So the prince as best he could get up angrily, exclaiming furiously.

"That's mine!" Iram replies. "What are you doing with it?"

"It was lying around," the man replies.

"You're going to see what will happen when I get my hands on that!" exclaims Iram, trying to climb in vain.

"Whatever you say, little friend," the man replies, laughing. “It looks like they are stuck. Let me help you! "

The man held out both huge arms so that duality could rise to the outskirts of the dark, worm-filled hole. They went out to the outskirts, and they perceived a place so beautiful that they could not describe. A giant tree in the center of the great meadow. Dozens of giant birds flying around, and divine fountains watering to the sides. Duality was perplexed.

"Well, it's yours right?" exclaims the man.

"Give me that!" exclaims Iram.

"You don't have to be so rude." the woman answers. “She has saved us. What's your name Big Guy? "

"I am Gladio Tercero," the proud man replies. “I am the son of Gladio second, and grandson of Gladio first. We are family!"

"I see," the woman replies, with a smile. "I am Pasithea, and this is my traveling companion Iram."

"Pleasure!" Gladio responds. "We don't have visitors very often!"

“We are just passing through,” Pasithea responds. "We are looking for the vicinity of the southern coasts."

"Oh!" Gladio responds. "Well, that makes sense! My father will be so happy when he meets you! It is not usual for such a pretty woman and such a gentle man to be in these parts! "

"Aw, thank you Gladio!" says the woman blushing. "It is not beautiful?"

"Friend, we don't have time." interrupts the prince listlessly. “We are being persecuted, you understand? We don't have time to meet anyone. We need the closest route to the Shores of the Secret. Immediately."

"Shores of the Secret?" Gladio exclaims between laughs. “We are very far from that. Dude, these are not the mountain ranges you seem to think they are. These are the fields. These are the meadows. Relax, and delight in our natural kingdom! See, behold the great beauty! And welcome new friends, to the Fellowship Fields!”