Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (4)

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (4)

Hundreds of soldiers began to enter the front door of the spacious bar; the giants made their way as they walked, flying dozens of them. From the dais Iram launched plasma powers in the prelude to a war like no other; He looked to the sides, and more recognizable soldiers entered through the gaps. They were warriors from the north; Maram soldiers. I could recognize him by the costumes and divine and unique shields.

An apocalyptic battle raged inside the incessant lair; the southern prince came down from his dais, still trying to regain his consciousness. He drew his sword and began to arrive with some of the soldiers from the north of the region; the prince of the south looked worried, among the solid tissues destroyed in pieces of the place, as flimsy as his vision allowed him. And the more he managed to focus his gaze, the more crowded he saw the meadows with the soldiers from the north.

The catapults began to be launched without mercy and without mercy. Fire catapults roared into the bar of destruction, as dozens of giants allied the outskirts to battle the invaders. And when the prince was about to follow them, destined to face the irredeemable fury of the gods, a hand held his left hand, warmly and hopefully. It was Pasithea.

"Woman, where the hell have you been ?!" exclaims Iram.

"We must go out the back!" Pasithea exclaims.

What part in the back ?! " Iram asks.

"Gladio will guide us!" exclaims the woman. "Follow me!"

Pasithea and Iram began to run between the fallen passageways, and the broken roots. The fire, the ardor and the battle abounded with chaos everywhere. A war had started, and the only option the company had was to flee, because this battle was not going to be won, in any way.

Gladio was waiting for them at the exit of a tunnel, along with his father between his shoulders, which he carried just outside the tree, at the back of the tavern. The southern prince's senses were rekindled as Pasithea helped him out into the light of the escape air. They began to run, between one of the descending hills; they were coming down those beautiful meadows, but clear for the anger of some horsemen who quickly located their position. They had been discovered.

They walked through the intriguing trees, until they began to enter some strange mangroves. Arrows flew overhead, while the prince of the south fired thousands, but ineffective rays of violet light. Still holding the woman's hand, they entered a path of incessant logs, which allowed them to falter between the paths, the giant led them to a strange path, waiting for a bridge full of wood that he had built for the outskirts of the fields, but when they predicted the departure of those logs suspended over the mangroves, they perceived the epiphany of a disaster.

"Not! Not! Can not be!" Gladio exclaims.

"What happens?!" Pasithea exclaims.

"The bridge is gone!" Gladio exclaims. "Without him we will not be able to cross to the other side of the sea of algae!"

"Then what the hell did you bring us here big guy for!" yells Iram. "You still don't understand what is after us ?!"

"Hey! Don't talk to my son like that! " exclaims Iram's father, on his shoulders.

"Who the hell is this now ?!" exclaims Iram.

"I could ask you the same!" exclaims the old man.

“I am the Prince of Aravir! Owner of your lands and also of your existence, you damn old man! "

"Iram what's wrong with you!" Pasithea exclaims.

"The prince?! Aravir ?! ” exclaims the old man. “He is the son of Arach! It's your fault this war! They came for you! "

"Shut your mouth if you don't know what you're saying animal!" yells Iram.

"It's done Lord Iram!" Gladio exclaims. "My father will not disrespect my face!"

"Come too!" exclaims Iram.

"Enough! Can't you see that we are about to die ?!" Pasithea exclaims. “We are already on this side! We must find a solution! Immediately!"

"My lady, the only solution is to swim" exclaims the old man. "We must dive the shores!"

"I'm not going to do that!" exclaims Iram. "I can't even walk right!"

Dozens of arrows began to fall on them, trying to be dodged as best they could. The company hid from the trunks of the trees closest to the shore, while the prince of the south launched dozens of bursts of purple lights that attacked the grounds of the riders. The archers were closing in, attacking with greater intensity.

"We have no time for nonsense Iram!" exclaims the woman. "We must go!"

"What do you not see me woman? I'm too drunk! " exclaims Iram. "I won't be able to cross this!"

Spears began to reach the edge of the mound. An arrow pierced the abdomen of Gladio's father, so he immediately decided to dive into the waters of the strange aquifer full of stones and algae. They lost sight of duality; Pasithea turns around, and looks up at the gaze of the god of plas ma, cold and extenuating. To the sides of him, dozens of soldiers began to descend from the hill towards them, and the archers tripled their reinforcements. The end was near.

"Iram we must go," exclaims the woman. "Your father is here!"

"I already know it! I can feel your disappointment! " exclaims Iram. “It is all for my Pasithea. Save yourself Follow your road!"

"I'm not leaving you behind!" exclaims the woman. "Look at me! It's together or neither! "

"Understand! We will not be able to cross!" exclaims the man. "No - I can't swim."

"What?" exclaims the woman.

"I do not know how to swim!" exclaims Iram, avoiding some arrows. And I'm too drunk! I can't even see well! "

“You will cross with me! I will take you! " exclaims the woman. "You just have to hold onto me, and we will do it!"

"Pasithea, it is not a good idea, I will be a burden to you. A weight to your arms!" exclaims Iram. "We will both sink!"

“We won't,” exclaims the woman. "Iram, trust me."

The woman extended her right hand, and the prince of the south thought twice before holding it. He looked back one last time, and saw the soldiers approaching them, grabbed the woman's hand, breathed heavily, and coughs plunged into the depths of the claustrophobic but clear lake. It was full of deep, interlocking cavities; they dived among the stone and coral passageways. Fish and salt marshes. Sharp reefs, and very strange animals. They crossed between some of these holes, while they saw dozens of arrows passing through some of the passageways. The woman swam in turns and diagonal shapes; some of the soldiers plunged into the depths behind them, but Iram attacked them with his plasma sword, like sea beams of plasma current energies.

Holding the woman's hand, the prince tried to see between the vision of the current and the rapid exchanges of direction the woman was committing; she felt cornered, because, although she had lost them, she had no idea where she was, or where she could get the exit. Swimming as fast as he could, getting deeper into the lake, they were beginning to lose their breath. But the woman did not stop looking for a way out, a hope, she looked at the prince of the south and this one with a pale face, strength ceased to flow in the woman's hand, the woman grabbed it and began to suffocate in the submerged distance. She saw a light in the distance, and tried to swim towards it, but it ran out of strength on the way, and both began to lose the battle between the seas. And just when she was going to close her eyes, she sees in the distance, a giant hand, and she can see Gladio, he holds them both, and begins to swim between a depth of deep and indescribable cavities. He was passing by a direct and fast path towards the light; towards the surface. It seemed as if the giant knew them by heart, and after a few moments, the giant climbed up a unique hole, which led them to the light, from a nearby shore. They had crossed through the waters of the ancient algae, and found, the other side of the immense lake.