Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER V: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (5)

CHAPTER V: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (5)

The dyad hit solid ground, and they rose as soon as they could; expelling the water that was held within them. They looked at the cold terrain, and a gleaming open forest that made its way to the outskirts of the mangroves, though neither the prince of the south nor the rose-haired beautiful mortal could understand where they were.

"You're good?" Pasithea exclaims.

"Yes, are you?" Iram asks. "Did you hit yourself?"

"I'm fine, but you can, you know" exclaims the woman. "Release my hand."

"Oh I'm sorry." exclaims Iram. "He was - he was ensuring that we were alive."

"Where is Gladio?" the woman asks.

They both turned, and behind them they saw the figure of the kneeling giant; as if he will deliver the best of his life to the lawn. They approached, and the giant was giving his tears to him. His father, he was losing the battle. The arrow that had entered him was claiming his life. His blood was spilling in heaps. Its power was squandered among all lares. The company witnessed the loss of a glittering soul, of a legendary warrior among the deepest lands.

"Father, I can't go on without you" Gladio exclaimed, in a low, broken voice. "I can't go on without you."

"If you can do it son," exclaims the old man. "These are strange times, more Elgoneth has called my soul, and so it has been for good reason. I will be fine my son, heaven is not found in the heights, but in the depths of the kingdoms of land and grass of Egmeon. From those legendary times, where all the stories come from. Among the endless roots, of all our ancestors. "

Pasithea approached the scene, behind the giant's shoulder. He put his hand on it, while the giant's father began to rest among the nearby meadows, on the arms of his son. He began to cough, and the bright red of his life came out of his mouth; He felt it in every part of his body, weak, and shuddering at the call of death.

"You have been a good man, and a great son," replies the father. "Will always remember you."

"And I to you father," Gladio replies.

Before the lord closed his eyes, Pasithea decided to ask him one last question, before he clearly surrendered to the meadows where he was once born.

"Sir, I would like to give you the blessing of the north, but for this I need your name," exclaims the woman. "How can I wish him peace in his other life, when he never told me what his name is in this one?"

"Iseo, chosen young man." exclaims the old man. "My name is Iseo."

The old man fell suddenly and utterly, stripping his head to the side, after struggling to keep his body alive. Gladio began to lower his hands with his head slowly moving him to the nearby terrain; He placed his right hand on his face, while his tears began to flow insatiably in his drained energy. The woman tried to comfort him with the throb of her hands on his back. Until she decided to speak to the giant, after a few moments.

"Is there anything we can do for you Gladio?" Pasithea exclaims.

The man stopped crying; He looked down at the ground, cold and stern. And with a dark voice full of inordinate anger he offered his answer to the woman.

"Yes, there is something we can do," Gladio exclaims, without turning around, "we can strangle the culprit of this misfortune!"

The giant rose and turned quickly, amid the cries of the woman, holding the prince of the south by the neck, who was behind him. He was trying to emanate his powers of vision, but his grip was so strong and uncontrolled that he seemed to lose his breath and his senses. He smashed him into a nearby dry oak, strangling him harder. Despite all the woman's attempts to hit him and get him out, he couldn't get him off him; the woman looked at the prince's face, and when she saw that his eyes lost track of the gaze, and his face turned pale and suffocating, the woman frowned. She stepped back, and the energies of the ground began to rise like precious atoms of divine effulgences; the woman felt a weight in her right hand, she placed it in the pocket of her dress, taking out the divine mirror; She looked at her reflection, and the crystal became like an indescribable mass of force; until he steadied himself, stood at attention, and the woman pointed the crystal at the giant, and exclaimed.

ITHILIEM GEOUL

An invisible wave ran like a magnetic force that emitted a creepy and roaring sound, which pushed the giant; distorting time and space, and throwing it away from the areas where it fell into a group of dry oaks, breaking them already snatching them all into thousands of pieces, while it circled between the nearby hill like any other rag. He tried to regain consciousness, and turned the woman away trying to lift and help his partner.

"Don't ever put your hands on it again!" exclaims the woman. "I have reached this l ugly thanks to him, and if you really want to help me, you must understand how things are! "

"My Lady, but he is the son of the God of Evil," exclaims Gladio.

"This is it, the prince of the south!" Pasithea exclaims. “The heir to these lands! Don't look for him Gladio, look for me! And now that he has offered his life for me, hers runs under a thread too! Show that you are capable of doing the same for us, or you will be left behind! "

The giant approached them, his head bowed. He tried to calm her spirits, as he knelt on his giant legs making the surroundings tremble a little. He tried to process what they were saying, but he still didn't understand.

“I am very sorry for the loss of your father,” exclaims the woman, “but that fault does not belong to Iram, nor to me. The gods are allying themselves, the gods are seeking the end; their intentions are to eliminate justice, and we have no idea what they are looking for with us, but everything that gets in the way of hiding the truth will also be attacked, as has happened with your father, as is happening with you. You must decide, either you will join us, as we are, until we reach our exit, or you will have to stay here, and face this inevitable evil. "

The giant looked at his father, and looked back one last time. He remembered his friends, and those natives of the home of the throne. The warriors of the Three Gobs community, who, if he paid enough attention, could imagine the blazing screams of their fallen comrades. The outbreak, which they had to leave behind, had to make a decision.

"I made a promise to my father," Gladio exclaims. “I promised my old man that I would help Miss Leyra get to his exit, in front of any obstacle, in front of any war. And if that has cost losing my home, and losing my family, it will be! Because I'm going to keep my promise! I'm going to meet my father! "

"Heads up my new family!" Gladio exclaims. "We will go through the deep forests, until we reach the nearby caves, the Secret Shores!"