Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (3)

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (3)

Behind the stage, the woman and the giant were entering a small room between the strange curtains of a very strange place. The woman was the second to enter, and she saw a very small circular room; a small fire enclosed in a hidden fireplace, a set of shelves that housed a collection of books the woman had never seen. And in front of them prostrated a rocking chair that rocked slowly. In it a giant was found. He had a large hump, a long face, and glasses to see. A medium white beard, and he had no hair on his head. He was reading a book, and seemed to narrate it in a low voice.

"Father?" Gladio exclaims.

"Yes son?" the old man replies, his voice hoarse and harsh.

"Here is the terrestrial one." Gladio replied.

The old man simply extended his head to his right side. He looked at the woman, and was surprised. He closed his book, slowly rose from his chairs, and placed the book on one of his wooden slats. He turned the rocking chair to the front of the woman and her son, indicating them to sit in some giant chairs that he had. As he sat on his, anyway.

"You're amazing" exclaims the man. "Just like I remembered."

"Thank you sir, but could I ask you, what do I remind you of?"

"To Meredith, my first wife" replies the giant. "Before getting lost in the southern meadows. Before hiding from the Goddess Marlina. "

"Did you meet the Goddess Marlina?" Pasithea responds.

"I didn't know her, we were running from her," exclaims the man. “Those were difficult times for everyone. When creation itself forced us to hide, and allow its meadows. When life itself betrayed us, and forgot about us. "

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that" exclaims the woman.

“I'm sorry to hear it too, I don't mean to talk about this,” exclaims the old man, “but I can't help but speak about it when I witness the unique energy of a mortal again. And much less of such a beautiful land. "

"Thank you sir, you are very kind." Pasithea responds.

"Where do you come from, my lady?" exclaims the old man.

“I come from the north,” Pasithea exclaims. “We are only here passing through; we really have lost ourselves. We are trying to find the nearby shores. "

"The nearby shores?" asks the old man.

"Yes, well, I was thinking of emigrating." The woman answers. “You see, things haven't worked out so well for me in the north. My future could not grow in the south, and my soul asks me to exile from that island. "

"Where do you want to go?" exclaims the old man.

"I don't know," exclaims the woman. “Maybe to the east, or the mountains to the west. I haven't decided yet, the truth is sometimes I don't even know where this destination is taking me. I only feel sometimes that I want to run away from him. "

"Well, you know what wise tongues say," replies the old man. "Usually you will find your destiny, trying to run away from it."

"Gladio come here," exclaims the father.

"Tell me father," Gladio exclaims.

"You are going to help this energetic young woman find her shipment, do you understand me?"

"Really father?" Gladio exclaims. "Will you allow me to?"

"Tomorrow at first lightning they will leave here, in the direction of the shores of secrecy!" exclaims the old man. “It's a good place to set sail, and I want her to come safely to him. Who knows what obstacles are in the way of this woman, and needs your company to reach him. I think they can do a great journey and a great team together. "

Gladio and Pasithea looked at each other, and smiled, because they knew perfectly well that a very good friendship for both was beginning.

"You will protect her against all evil, so be it with your heart, your life, and your chest, until she can go." Exclaims the old man. "Can you promise me?"

"I promise father."

On the outskirts, after an insistence from the public, the prince of the south was forced to go up, under the pressure of the giants around him. He got up from his chair as best he could, and with the help of some of the giants present, they helped him up to the large wooden platform.

"Welcome friend!" exclaims the goblin. "What's your name?"

"Iram." the man responds.

"Iram! Iram! Iram! " the crowd begins to exclaim.

"Boy, have you made friends today!" exclaims the goblin. "Your face is familiar to me, but I have never seen you on this earth, how did you get here?"

“I'm a friend of Gladio,” exclaims the man.

"Gladiolus! Gladiolus! Gladiolus!" exclaims the crowd.

"Already! Relax! " exclaims the goblin. "Where is Gladio after all? Has anyone seen it? "

"Find it!" yells Iram. “And look for Pasithea! Tell them - tell them I miss you! "

"Pasithea?" exclaims the goblin. "Is this your wife?"

"What do you say?"

"You know, you female!" responds the goblin. "Your meadow pixie! Your maiden of the night!"

"No, no," exclaims Iram, as the giants began to hiss. “She is my travel friend. I'm just helping her, that's all. "

"Of course!" responds the goblin. "Well Iram, why do they call you prince?"

"Because I am the prince of the south” Exclaims Iram. “I am the eternal heir to these lands. The first Solarian of these meadows! "

People began to fall with laughter and laughter. The crowd was lovingly amused by the man's grace, and his rush.

 "As you say, little friend! Here is the owner of these lands! " exclaims the goblin, laughing. "Let us then, with great encouragement, sing my birthday, and the great birthday of solargino, or whatever it is called!"

Behind the giant tavern, the old giant finished telling some small and short stories to his daughter and her partner. Suddenly, he washed his hands with a special water that he had prepared in a small bowl. Before emanating a few next words.

“I did not bring you here just to give you my sermon,” exclaims the old giant. “Actually, I brought you here to give you my blessing. "

"That is to say, that you had already planned to sentence him to accompany Pasithea on his adventure?" Gladio responds.

"Well son, according to tradition, every time a mortal arrives in our areas, it is the beginning of a new adventure." the son responds. "A new journey begins, like the one that happened with me, and for this, they will need the sacred blessing of the companion rivers."

The man then washed his right hand, and without drying it, put it on the forehead of his son, where, according to the man, the consciousness of the creatures was. He whispered some unrecognizable words, and from his hands came an illuminated ring of amber energy, which spread throughout his son's body; giving you a sense of peace and harmony.

It was then where the woman; He washed his right hand again, and placed his hand on the woman's forehead. But when he tried to say a few words, his head began to distort. His words began to come out aggressive and intense in tone, and his hand began to burn alive before everyone's eyes. The woman went into a trance, and her body began to radiate a strange and fiery energy. The man could not remove his hand from the woman's forehead, so Gladio had to remove his hand forcibly, as she burned alive and lost vital tissues from her hand in front of all their faces, and when she removed her hand, a cloud Reddish with black smoke sprouted and took over the place for a few moments, until, between the screams and the coughing, it disappeared in an instant. The old man and the son had been thrown on the ground, while the woman regained her state of consciousness.

"What the hell was that?" Gladio exclaimed.

Just when the woman was about to respond, a tremor quickly seized the place; the books began to fall, and the old man kept screaming in pain and agony over his hand. In the outskirts, the giants leaped, and sang the birthday of the elf and the prince. They were unaware of the shaking, and the prince sang full of joy and anxiety dancing with the goblin, when suddenly, a ray as yellow as could be described entered between the unbreakable bark of the giant trunk, hitting the platform directly, pulverizing the host goblin; an explosion continues, throwing all the giants sideways; a void could be observed towards the outskirts, while the giants desperately searched for their weapons. One of them climbed on the dais, to help the prince of the south to get up, All the wood had cracked, while a suffocating and swallowing wind from the outskirts got between the currents of the tavern and mobilized everything to the sides; shaking everything that was in its proximity.

“Find your weapons! Raise your faces! " exclaims Iram. "We must react, we don't have time!"

“Prince, that crust is unbreakable. Nothing has penetrated this trunk in more than in more than seven thousand years! " exclaims the giant. "What the hell is going on?! What cataclysm could this be causing ?! "

"It is the fury of the gods." exclaims Iram. "They're here."