Glena heard a sudden horse neigh from outside of her house that made the apple on her mouth drop a red dripping cleave. She was not aware of ones arrival, hence her power of thoughts gave voice to not look for whoever or whatever is unrevealed. Hushing, whispering, gleaming her eyes on the sharp of her dagger whilst she can never put away.

He was never a fool. You hold the blade, so you will decide which route is their fate. The Blacksmith, digging a hole for the dream to fade away.

Wrapped up with the spirit of fighting, from the moment she arrived under the roof, the noise still going onto the fullest of day and onto the fourth of night where she woke up with those means of slash and splinter of broken wood. The food at the table was the same as she got out of her house by the morning, the love of picking fruits at the front is inessential for it, whereas the gift in the table is still waiting to be eaten.

The tender slices of meat was left cold marked with cut and the bananas manifest brown bruises spoons its part, picking some with the fresh skin and left the leaves of strawberries a top of the high plate, making it as sweet as it smells [https://img.wattpad.com/ca021661be7bac2729d0782bdc1607b8ecb79923/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f504a486f2d6b58496d6a58616a673d3d2d313133363836373032312e3136616533393332346236613330653833363931353131363334352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The tender slices of meat was left cold marked with cut and the bananas manifest brown bruises spoons its part, picking some with the fresh skin and left the leaves of strawberries a top of the high plate, making it as sweet as it smells. She began eating slow, and slower, the painful memory she have been thinking, but she did not find her way to go after the stable next door or by the lone east window to see who or else it was from the horse that stopped. That noises can never be a thing to be bothered as if there is something standing in the way of her feet as it swings under the table while she eat.

Every time lapses, every time passes, there is voices she can hear with its faces gain absence.

Is it mother? or is it the masked man named Jester.

Opening out over the presence of the blue, she was watching the woods burn and gob embers onto the waves of air spew reddish or deep yellow, the pain again, an agony. It was left rotting black or leaks of smoothen ashes, watching the map turn into a smearing black smoke and the journey left untold and unkept. The gray of stone that holds the broad cavernous chimney smokes smells be ardent on her nose; putting her opposite hand on her nostrils like she was scratching it away, as well as wiping the tears away.

Her mother was seen casted on her shadows behind her seating, she choose not to look, and choose not to know. Her sibling Garred made his means downstairs on the curved oaken tread with a heavy foot stomps, thus else she thought something is relevant going in his head. An opposite mind with the close to her blood coming from the house clasps unseen incantation, then there upon her eyes she already got a sneaking guess.

Glena: It was so noisy down here, you're literally up there for most of the afternoon banging the wall.

Said Glena annoyed, wiping her hand with cloth stained strawberry red.

Garred: There was someone outside, I heard a horse when I was playing with my sword, and saw him. Who was it?

The little girl saw his fat brother eating away the turkey meat left with bone in his hand and a wooden sword in the other. The grease of every ounce dripping in his brown jerkin; now she knew why the thing in the plate was full of cut. The mania he had been through is the toughest times, knowing he was all alone in the bedroom, flexing his clutch on the sharpened wooden sword created by Nigel, their father; yet both of their one's old blood wasn't home. He was dreaming about being a cunning rogue one day that none shall ever think of dying useless, and the feeling of a heavy iron on his shoulders made him sweat more drizzle.

Glena: Ow Garred! Is it another unfunny riddle of yours? It was obvious, why don't you look out for it? The door is right there.

She chattered pleasantry of her own. She pointed her finger onto the bannered oaken door with a sweet smiling aggression on her lips. Bethink oneself into a lure, one by one was mentioned on the smith woman's ears is like a glorious yet like an uncanny song to sing, an odd names to speak and an eerie past to think of, yet her young mind never know.

Garred: I never saw his or her face when I looked out the window, but there was someone outside unmounts a brown horse. That is probably mother, she wasn't here since the royal event happened, or maybe father, he told me he was going to be early today.

Garred mumbled while he chew, lend his hand in front of it and was a little confused about her sister's respond. She never been like this, she never slip into clothes a white furry coat as thick as wolves, he thought. The look her brother gave is as curious as she thought it would be, like putting a seal on her eyes, the feel and chill is slowly confessed.

Garred: Has the horsemen...or women has knocked yet?

Glena: I'm eating my food here Garred, you can join me eat if you wanted to. I'm feeling a bit cold, but you don't need to worry about it.

She looked at him and fumed like the heat upon the hearth of the house. The cold of the darkest hours and the whisper of winter bound tied the frost to stubborn weights and dropped her a little dazed. She stayed onto the seat like forever battling against the rise of frost and the morrow, a birth of a conscious light fated to spread warmth into the empty void and busy ways, another day of a day work of living.

Glena: Would you mind yourself opening the door to look what's outside? I see you're curious about who that was, or you can just join me in my little supper. You ate most of the smoked meats, will eating fruits bother you? It will help you lose some weight, it will get you girls and a real sword you wanted to.

Glena told Garred with a little smirk of mock.

After a while of staring at Garred's puffed, confused face, she decamped herself off the table with her pale coated body, dropping the banana peel in her hands and approached her younger brother slowly and silently like the smear of the cold fruitless moon. Atop the high-most floor sedate and ancient lurking the hours of two, Glena ambled along near the end of the stairs with a small platform, where the hour glasses came to show half of the moon's birth. Her eyes seems to follow every tricks of the sand beyond the glass. Then she turned her eyes affixed him, guessing what her brother's astonishingly devious mind will ever know, then in a sudden, she saw Garred sat at the edge of their only stairs setting aside his wooden toy by the wall. He was grinning and there in front of him, Glena stood weak at the knees seemingly kneeling.

She observed likely a bash from it, asked Glena. Not in her terms of being clamorous and undisciplined lone of mouth, this is new for him, she can already tell by the look of her brother as if he met a stranger she formerly known as her older sister.

Glena: The face you see, you said you're unaware, then what clothes is the person wearing? If there is any chance that it was Mother, she likes wearing kerchief or her white house-linen anytime of the day, choosing not to make appearance of her hair. If it was father, he must be in black jerkin or a doublet full of ashes, and all of that was not in my business. I don't want to see his face unless he apologize for tearing down my map and putting on the fire.

The pale girl seize hold on her hands, a thing she never forget, a plan she never executed.

Garred thoughts are unhinged, agitated on Glena Caract's peremptory absurd set of sorcery upon her head, when all words of witness had finally finished its say, the curiosity had overcome caution thus Glena should've already been noticed.

Garred: I don't know if it was a man or not but he was wearing...I guess a gabardine or some sort of black cloak, the furry thing same as yours but, his is a bit smaller and thin.

Her brother talks his way up the glance of night upstairs by the window, their eyes made blue even out of the clouds.

Both of the child wend one's way into the four white beds and two columns of wooden arch with an iron torch on it, casting a double of shadows. The Grandfather, Rogar Ominar, on the face of it beyond the corner of her eyes are watching them bring off what a youth's mind can explain.

They reached the only window they have on the room, they saw him part way beyond the saddle then the chorus of its feet grew into a living sound, and yet another traveler, a stranger whose history is lost to the ages and a heart full of power to seek answers of such questions. She listened as if rooted on a spot on the middle of the dark wood-paneled common room like the color of a tanned leather.

Garred: He was tall in my standpoint but, I mean, we're not in the same height. A headdress of black and he was carrying a lantern...what in the world is that?

The deep breath got stolen when they see someone outside standing, they were shocked on what they've seen, Glena whispered a cunning edges of air thus all what is said is right in echoes. What in the world is that?

Their mouth opened and her eyes peering small, looking as though distinguish the figure of black standing within the night, staring at them below the pane of window. He stare blankly, no eyes have been shown from the darkest holes, came learning to blend his own spirit for one's own for any hopes. The thoughts are coming again but this time, the leagues are useless whereas they're already been obvious and been carried off by the faintest cold and even violent gust of eastern wind blown by the brown tall like treants behind them.

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Breathing left uncovered, they were standing still and waiting for the black cloaked man to move. An iron oil lamp is on his right hands never leaving the clutch of the searing metal, donning his blacken plain mask with two holes for the pupil to show, he has done what he asked for just a blink of their ascend; announced his intention for Glena to find her moonstone glowing dagger, and she found out it was revealed in his other hand where the swings in the air was treated with contempt, a ruthless likeliness to get it from the person's come in place whereas the job of giving it back was not enough to satisfy her taste. Glena's cold little fingers crushed the ragged old wood at the edge of the window, gaining control over the torrid temper upon her.

The girl whispered in a low provoked resonance, she was never giving the show away on the most of her cunning speak, especially the dagger they see.

Glena: A friend or a foe, the man is involved with the Jester. I can see it through him and...Pay no attention Garred, do not follow me, I'll take care of it.

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then spoke with aggression.

Garred followed, the puffy brother of hers never listened once and for all. Believing in oneself that much can be a trouble, she deemed herself that the course of its proper appearance let merge a path to reality or else played a trick by a smoothen path carved by a court fool, again. The hearth shown her the black of her cloud by the table, at the top of it, was given by him, without a fail both of the soul trapped together in the cage of one portion; perhaps her thoughts can never be true.

The door opened by itself and this time, the sorcery in front her can never take her back a dunce little child. It was dark and cold outside, the frost kissed her like an outmoded icy phantom, then there she saw the monster that wasn't harmful at all. Approaching it with silent steps, it seems to be moving something on the splintered serviceable wooden cart. Soften by the addition of padding and the hideously craven boxes she saw in the edge of its sleeves.

Lana: Aw, no mother have told her children to go outside if it's night time [https://img.wattpad.com/23ea01a6ce75e6bc48fd5d684c59f340ce568b61/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f55584c666362312d3066644647773d3d2d313133363836373032312e3136616533393738646130633833383731303538323330373430312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Lana: Aw, no mother have told her children to go outside if it's night time. Where is your Father? Is he home yet?

A woman's voice she heard, and it was familiar, She toppled over her hood from her head, it was not a man after all. Glena saw a black cloth covering her mouth and nose, and the eyes of her Mother Lana manifested. One's open eyed dream can make time beyond counting, and a dream can make advices, orders existence that no one had ever requested, a destined for long shown it was real. She pushed the wooden cart forward, closer to the door between flowers to make it palpable before the moonlit.

The means of a great deal, and the means of food to eat onto an extensive days was carried by her. She saw her mother calm, no sweat, no fear, and Glena have received a dark hour jolt where her heart hears.

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Glena: Uh...uhm, Mother?...You said you're going to leave the Square Keep before afternoon. It was quarter of the night, Father wasn't here yet.

She paused and thinks, a surprise came across both of the sibling's faces. Commands a view of the dark forest and the rocky path, unpaved and muddy slick then through even more pitch black, all of it never sang her a hot and scented lure of dreaded scream, alone a pinkish cheeks and widen eye.

Lana: Yes, he was not yet there, and yes, I was late according to you but at least I arrive at the moment of time. I'm sorry to break my promise my child. I brought some foods for us.

Said her mother, with her sleek phrase of voice. Her mother took a gander right at her eyes of black, and at the present moment of her odious and sometimes impracticable duty of farm work, her hands was clear of any mud not like before, she stopped it for once. Lana told Garred to help her carry the bags after bags, crate after crate of delicate fruits and raw dark animal's flesh, he ate some grapes on the way as it happens and it seems not to be strange at all. Glena returned after the last of it then suddenly felt the odd spirit for it was hers, her heart sings a song unpredictable.

Glena: The King gave you that? That is too many, the meats might rot and the fruits goes the same thing.

Glena asked mindlessly, a point small from her mind's hutch to forget about her frightful sentiment, and forget about the dagger she was holding was only in her own fantasy.

Lana: Have you ever heard salting my darling? Soak them with salt and we can use it every time we need it. It was all that simple. We are not in the south, we cannot bury the meats underneath the ice, and...as if going in there is always have been wrong for me, the ultimate price proved insufficient.

After she heard her mother what she just howl for the last, Glena immediately realized something familiar yet mystifying, her voice seems to be manipulative and deceitful. It was passed the time in a leisure, Garred was packing crates of food before their kitchen hall, she heard the bark of door shut by no means of nature's breath, ceaseless and invisible. Now she was alone, along with her mother outside the misty and darkest part of the city without the structure fire but a lonely home. At her point, a very close call on someone, someone she knew after the clashing of words.

Oh well, Glena.

Going about slow to help her brother for the hopes her mother will follow, but then Lana invited her to look back upon the face left covered.

Lana: Check your pockets, scabbard, or elsewhere you keep your belongings. You must be missing something child.

She remembered then turned her back before her daughter. The carriage was not hers to handle anymore, and so the horse that already abscond from their property which the hooves daily touchstone is towards the city's wheat field. Arising out of the rear of her black belt shaded with white, putting out the fire since close to the light of the house, then she brought out a pink purse smothered with dust. Glena fixed her eyes while her mother pulls the brown strings slowly to loose the opening. And so it regards herself, her mind turned to see what she grabbed something from the bag like a hidden arcane.

Lana: I think you lost these.

Clutched upon her hand is the dagger shaded with the pale crust of moon, and a rolled map printed on a clear thick paper. Vast and horrifying, the cold night sheet seems to be unseen, but still it was real.

Glena: This is mine, how did you get this from me? The map that I found...father burnt it on the blacksmith forge's hearth. He believed that I do not need it, he believed that I must not touch one of this things.

She addressed, fixing her gaze upon her lost and minding not her face and her answer. Pointing, smelling, and wiping down the figure of two stylized kingdoms in her fingers. Glena sighed heavily, letting her head drop and tears welled upon her eyes, she thought the journey was over but then wonders how she got another colored geological map for the little girl's own courier.

A secret must've been her keeping, from the words of a court fool she dispel her doubts, her mother doesn't speak. All is lost, all are destroyed, all storm to be at and the light at the end were never reached, not until the embers and ashes of the essential angel has come to its second existence. What addled her the most is how she dressed, black, her mouth and nose are tucked with a pitch cloth, a color that is an embodiment of a dominating power amongst the people of the realm. The older juvenile was mindful of the fact that her mother wasn't holding a weapon or rigged out with a heavy armor, despite that she was wearing a combatant's cease work garment.

Am I being fooled, again? she thought.

Glena: This is the dagger that I found in the forest. It was...

Lana: You found on the forest?

She felt her heart suddenly pounded, it was the voice not from her mother anymore, an amicable tone and way of talking; deep, harsh, and somewhat smooth as if it was a calmed wrath of the sky. Glena reached her vision up to the call, it was no one other than the court fool that never is a fool thus gave her no more second thought.

Lana: It seems that Glena can remember but the truth is still on the back of her throat.

The Jester interchanged his orange look while given by someone with the darkest stare and a girl left open-mouthed. He was found with a violent energy coming out of his hands, glamorously, they were found unfold in the physical world which claims the soul of every man walking through his carven entails; they were inside of it. She turned her eyes after him, her house was nowhere to be found.

The highest breadth of nature's oaks and the fragment of lunar stones alight between the brightest full of moon, are gone, a backscattering of unlighted screen of a vast ethereal sea is the only world she can see throughout the roll of her eyes, s... [https://img.wattpad.com/f949312e1511a57d31fc64c86341576d8d0f4480/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f736f53724c45522d7034477953773d3d2d313133363836373032312e313661653339383537666139326565623730333130343530303630362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The highest breadth of nature's oaks and the fragment of lunar stones alight between the brightest full of moon, are gone, a backscattering of unlighted screen of a vast ethereal sea is the only world she can see throughout the roll of her eyes, seeing herself and him at the edge of an unreal time.

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Unable to hear anything but his and her breath, it echoes throughout the huge orb where they stood still. And in a sudden silence, she blasted an echo.

Glena: Where am I? WHERE AM I?! PLEASE LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!

Glena disjointed her thoughts as the mind hasten from one addled thought to another, she quickly ran towards the spherical blue wall that blocks the world where reality spare itself; her hands submerged black and numb.

Glena: WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?! STOP THIS PLEASE!!! I DON'T WANT TO GO WITH YOU!!

Arms undulating and kicking down the darkest base of the orb while tears welled down from her eyes, flicking from side to side as she search for an escape from the walls of the past and freezing of time. The man in disguise of black mantle entirely stood still and devoid of any adornment; motionless, emotionless. An archaic incandescent orb they're into circling and then made the girl silent, rolls her eyes into a pale like side of a moonshine that traps her mind in an endless astral dimension. A call of one's mouth that all secrets holds its place upon it, the essence of sending her to a dawdling trance made her words dead and buried to the world outside the sphere, growing feeble.

Help me, Help me, Help me...

The Jester take measures of his boots found black while staring at the child's pure pale eyes, Tell the Gods your name and tell them why are you here? Make it loud, and clear [https://img.wattpad.com/61e8ab8048f921af0d7890fa26e907e9f9c7cc5c/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f647a4a72664e415555456e7a61773d3d2d313133363836373032312e313661653339393338323230383166643630333731323832393530352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The Jester take measures of his boots found black while staring at the child's pure pale eyes, Tell the Gods your name and tell them why are you here? Make it loud, and clear. he echoed a deep, sinister voice throughout the black ocean shell.

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Glena: Glena Caract, from House bound of the Sorcerers. I am here in front of you to be part with them. From this day, and from the start of another day, I can only dream of such a sweet death which I sense the vicinity of souls. I swear to my odyssey until the succession returned to its place and so begins the reign where all shall set free.

She whispered high, from her small ears it seems that the phantoms are whispering cold beyond it. She can never control it, her heart did not say it, her heart did.

At the end of her unfettered statement fading came the sound of swords roaring at each other's edges, the scream and screeches of dying foes, flying hunters of the unholy, chain anchors rolling beneath the sheets of the ocean and telling of the mythical stories fused in one fantastic and startling chunk of spacetime. Slowly going on the other side where the sun spew no light beyond the crystal white moon, Glena returned on her state in one's own better time, blinking as if she was in a slob of bedtime, dreaming deep to the point where the Gods she was talking with shows the sign of her beating heart.

Glena: What happened? Jester?

The little girl asked him, she knows well, she remembered well.

Jester: Nothing, an impressive state you're not surprised by my presence little girl. You're apparently in my company again, and the oath of yours shall never break. Use the map that I gave you, the line draws red from the north, there where the quest begins.

The fool's motivation unknowable, his power inevitable and the circle for sure determined forge on by the divine will. A point where the coat of the sphere separates, a relief. Glena saw the darkness again but at the time, there was a blanket of little stars, the trees high beyond her eyes and her house alight with torches enter into the picture of reality.

The girl saw his wrinkled finger pointing at the spread sheet of comprehensive unblemished map, the red seems blood starts at the City of Selizel and flows down to the Grand bridge of the Dragon's tail, encircled, the fate was locked in. A solace affection which the fire from the hearthstone gave a kiss of life on her forehead, a kiss written all over one start onto the end.

Glena: But...where is my mother? She is you. Did you take her?

Asked Glena, she gave him a dazed look of befuddlement. A chance not to be broken, a slight of her feet wanted to go back to open the wooden door for herself; a light behind the dryland crusade that is desperate for a skipper. The question absence of an expected answer, a word close another to raise a doubt or an objection fume sunder from a sound of horseshoe, armor, food and gold pouches.

To his feet, his hand touched the little girl's shoulder and the other handed the dagger.

Jester: Just go.