The hour of the wolf has been brought into the world, she stepped out of the green veil to take a trip in the seventh outside the stink, and she set sail her little feet into the plane where the stars are like a lucid snow of silver as they twinkle the night sky.
The luridly flaming wisps conquering her imagination as they were the sole company. The flowery wings of fairies rising up from the garden full of dandelions, the mischievous but lovable creatures of the forest, from the tales she read before bedtime was joining; pirouetted in the gloomy air, their wings swirl like little ripples of pearl silk. Loneliness to care, the fantasies understands the suffering of the natural world, as they jump onto another by the one who suffers, under the ancient tree which has stretched away from the crisp of grass floor.
Glena: Come here little cuties, my little lovely sprites. Make me...happy, make me happy as I was before. This isn't me, I am scared...who is this man? Why is it me?
Her low cries turned into a gloomy whimper. Glena's face were contorted and she shook her head and wept, as she knows there was no way to return concerning her lonely home.
Those tiny little innocent, carefree creatures she knows were unreal was in close, and her only foundation of happiness around the green slammer of the famous forest. The group of small flying beings has wandered far, and fared through forests bright and drear, in every clime and every season, gathering friends whoever they seer. Bringing laughter as they have done to the girl which wanders the darkest woods, whose never define it as a place of peace any longer.
Bringing laughter as they have done to the girl which wanders the darkest woods, whose never define it as a place of peace any longer [https://img.wattpad.com/0d40bae2f82f6a3ff9d06061e2aa77d7c247d01d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f41674b78317a67685171555537413d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732356334333266323638623566613231383335373432333834372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Glena: I missed my home...my mother, my father, and my little brother. I know they are waiting for me, finding me...even if I can't find myself anymore. I never get to see my little sister...she was close to be born...finally I am not the only girl...but the big sister was not there for her.
Slamming her head multiple times without the fatal of pain while she lay her exhausted body in the large and ancient tree. The reasoning of her presence in the woods was there be questioned by herself, over and over again.
Glena: Why did he choose me? Why did he choose me? Who is he!? Come on Sprites! I know you are with me all the time, tell me the truth of this...nonsense. I guess the good will die young...
A hollow echoing, nothing spoke, nothing hissed, nothing in the sort of excitement she felt before. Forcing his anger be sealed into her heart for it to not make others hear the screaming. She kept the cries on hold, the pain on her chest has gone worse, the feeling of not letting out one's thoughts coming from her heart, and washing off her eyes the tears that never flow. There a lonely girl, in the world full of sorrow, owning the conflict of her mind by herself, helpless in the middle of darkness...in the middle of nowhere.
The girl gives a thought of not going back in there, the courage burns even though she knew it was going to hurt the quest. A plan for an escape was in her mind before going to the bed as they command, but the goblins and trolls never knew the northerner was a quick cat of the family.
She snuck out onto the woods to be visited by her little friends, trying that the creatures of the ancient mythical forest can help her out by singing, singing a song of weeping.
But all of a sudden, a thudding of an axe thundered across the plane of silence. Glena began to hurtle oneself back to the camp as she thought the sound was coming from the woods itself. Her noiseless cries grew louder within her when the sounds of blows was actually coming from the camp. She tripped on a planted craggy stone, and she chose to stay in the ground which her body was hidden within the pack of tall grasses.
Goblin Executioner: Ark fohur rah tulum scorinaris! Esku arfa en delthi consol! (The fool shall die! He follow death for told!) [https://img.wattpad.com/6bfe00668bc5e77551ae0df827e96fdea9231d87/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f62344f736b58505064456f5645773d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732356333666439323537393034323736383238383630383531322e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Goblin Executioner: Ark fohur rah tulum scorinaris! Esku arfa en delthi consol! (The fool shall die! He follow death for told!)
Goblins in a chorus: Ni'orus ark mirafos, sile'in dis en delthi consol! (All hail the master, death by synergy for told!)
Glena's arms were shaking terribly, her eyes flutters wider than before as the shadow of one of the goblin has thrown onto the distant tent wall. The figure of a small goblin casted a great shadow onto it, created by its nature of big head and long ears with the rings of gold attached to it. Taking the rugged full voices out of her ears as she does not know a thing about their language.
Glena: Can they not speak the language of the common folk...for once like their ugly master? What a shame. Please...just please speak the words of the common...for god sake.
Glena trembles, she cannot keep her voice as loud or else she will get caught out of the sward of grass. Faltered that her brows came down low, all knowing that she was not able to go further near the domain of her interest. She wishes though the words they speak is the words she can understand, so she will know if her steps is in need or it will never go back forever. The last welt of iron had blasted of the camp, it was the last one that rang but then another has unleashed and her ears revealed a living stench as it was breathing.
Goblins in a chorus: Ni'orus ark vorde elinar moraskel! (All hail the four legged monster!)
Goblins in a chorus: Ni'orus ark vorde elinar moraskel! (All hail the four legged monster!) [https://img.wattpad.com/80b726a3b3201a36738b36d3dbcf3e0390530055/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5861305461354c4f74356f776c673d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732356334323165623133653430353437303138313733343938322e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
A frantic sound of continuous grunts and snorts as though it was never ending. All it is for her to describe was a single big old creature from the wildest forest, the beast smelled foul and the stomps were shaking the ground. Despite the fear grows and the hope fades, the lack of conviction was crawling onto her mind for which that confusion she described from where she lay her body, was approaching her.
She now be in a frantic mood, hesitant to see what danger lies forward, and so her patience because of fear has run out. As she life her head a slight, she saw the beast behind the light of fire; the great creature of the wild had a large red eyes and demonic horns on its head. A plume of black heated smoke oozing out of the nose, like a dense and pungent spirit be released from a crafting house.
And then again, the Goblins cheer in a grubby succession, raised and clutched their single hands with a torch fire.
Goblins in a chorus: Ni'orus ark vorde elinar moraskel! NI'ORUS ARK VORDE ELINAR MORASKEL!
They ponder along the delight of torturing souls, seeing the actual and the shadow no longer. A kind of the green pact was carrying another of their own. The small goblin was screeching, screaming atop of its lungs and squirting gooey plague all over the field while being carried. Glena has finally gathered herself for ones sympathy, she raised from the ground and to her feet. Thinking of helping the caught but there was too many of them for her to fight for, and hence his death was inevitable.
Glena: Oh no! It was...it was the Jester's disguise...the smart goblin was his disguise, it might be him!
Bells cling onto the rope-like necklace, the robe he wore was ripped into pieces and almost shredding it to nothing. The long ears she saw was missing, and now she knows the bleeding was the essence of torment screeching.
I saved him from the cage, but now, all I can do is watch him die. The little girl wanted to go back, but if she never stay in her stand, she might be next into their ripping hands. Something caught her eyes and it was an impossible sequence to be seen by the naked eye.
The massive buffalo suddenly turned into a stone when they let it pass through the blazing fire, the lonely light in the middle of the camp field. When it turned into a smooth block of hollow creature, the humongous lifeless buffalo halted exactly at the middle, larger than the fire underneath itself. Odd it may seem, but it gets even stranger when she saw that there is an opening in the middle of its back as if it was a trapdoor of a house. They threw the helpless goblin inside of the buffalo statue and let the fire did its job. Glena was struck with fear and deterred her from acting out as she heard the animalistic music of screaming, while the smoke of the flesh slowly being roasted inside was swirling out of the nose and mouth.
Glena was struck with fear and deterred her from acting out as she heard the animalistic music of screaming, while the smoke of the flesh slowly being roasted inside was swirling out of the nose and mouth [https://img.wattpad.com/2fde5aa65f9c3501ae06d76b0a7f12c1916f5b18/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f2d4831727775545130692d6767773d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732356333656261336232373938363632373331313331313930332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The desperation came through and she dashed onto the puddle. Casting aside the little attendants to witness the Goblin burn, but her mind was beyond to understand if it was the masked quest mover or the one who's being disguised. Glena was within close range to the fence and preparing its feet to leap across, she was ceased by a heavy hand bearing atop of her left shoulder.
Jester: DO NOT! GO THERE!
A muffled roar behind a painted mask and a red hat dangles a coin, made the little girl in an unforeseen blast of terror. Through the hole of its mystery, the eyes of red gazing wide and frozen. Her whole body was trembling with fear, and nothing remained but a tiny speck of grace that the fool was alive and well.
Jester: How many times would I tell you that in order to make this quest be accomplished is to follow me [https://img.wattpad.com/d060aa148412422c7cb2a4a811f06fff7782c98e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4f755473365448446f4f6e6833773d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732356334373463336662653662643434383838383632363337372e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
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Jester: How many times would I tell you that in order to make this quest be accomplished is to follow me. You silly rat, how did you find your way out here little girl?
Forcing herself to let go off of his grip, she failed several times until she gently howled, careful to not the goblins behind her can hear the aggression.
Glena: I want. to go back. to my family! I did not wish to be here, there is so many kids out there in the castle but then you chose me?! I just wanted a normal life just like my friends, can you please let me go?
She settled off the argument and so her shoulder was not heavy any longer. Glena saw the figure of the mask morphing after, from the curve of sadness and a brow of anger changed into a black grin and a dead neutral brows. His hands she saw was under his belt, standing firmly in front, surprisingly spoke light as a feather and normal as a young free folk.
Jester: Hmm...Very well. You have never been convinced of the purpose of our journey. The gods above and under will thank you if you chose to continue. You are very concern of your family I see, they surely can wait for you, and kneel before you. Would you not risk that such recognition after this quest? You wanted to go back there as if this opportunity never happened?
Glena was stunned, the masked mystery of a man was so close to her ears that she can feel his cold breath. Bending his body erstwhile, the broad cape lashed when he seems to feel her determination lashed away. Waiting, three of goblins were being inserted into the brazen buffalo but the little girl still never spoke.
Glena: Hold my lord...wait, wait!
Remembered the time when the darkness engulfed her whole underneath the dungeon cold, she witnessed it to him. Following him in the night from the fading chaotic light, running for her life and decided to make a choice while she bolted through the void. Going onto the tufted grass within the enchanted forest, she shouted loud.
Glena: Slow down! I wanted to go! I will go with you!
Instead of letting herself gather more speed all the way to see his withering cape, she halted as if her feet were magically magnetized in a sudden. There in the middle of the green expanse was the brightest gate she has ever seen; a blackened border and twice the height of the jester. On either side of the blinding blue, there was nothing for it to hold, the mystic door was mere floating in mid-air as if resting on some unseen barrier. Glena then took out her moon blade from the scabbard, ready to swing it to the shadow figure but then realized, it was him after all.
Glena then took out her moon blade from the scabbard, ready to swing it to the shadow figure but then realized, it was him after all [https://img.wattpad.com/03f45075665f0e019d4bafb7fc1d2de01af9b962/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6b346e562d7457413949645143413d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732356333643733643033396231623836373632393434303231332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The sound was low but deafening and she can only describe the tone by standing under the deepest part of the ocean floor. The winds of the rising morning was surfing through the gates of the unknowing world. The familiar butterflies, fairies and the birds guarding her earlier was going inside as well.
Jester: A wish...fulfilled. Dwell now onto the open realm as the time runs fast, this is the last time that you can ever see them until the quest hidden in the eyes of men...must be finished.
After she heard him speak, she saw that the Jester had gone through the phase of the portal as well. She never hesitated and followed the tracks behind on what lies beyond or across it. The little girl walked through the rift together with his nature companions, and a few doomed spaces was meant for her to teleport on what seems to glimpse the place she is wishing for ages; her home.
The realm where she can be vulnerable and real, a place of safety above all the leagues across the few largest kingdoms amongst all. Turning her body around to see if the warp of blue is still behind her back, and it was gone, replaced the horizon of many structures as well as her father's blacksmith was on view. The canvas of the City of Selizel is nothing but pure comfort for the little girl, and so the eagerness to bring back stories was one of her smiling delight.
Glena: Was it like last time, it is near morning for the day job to start. The golden head must be here sleeping.
She exclaimed with uncertainty that the family was gone early, except for her lazy young brother. The gentle wind pour silence outside her house and swarmed onto the garden, the garden where she saw the apparition days before. The Jester wend his way towards nowhere, and she can never find him. The lavender scent she remembered sniffing was no more, and the gloom of happiness grew like the picked roses in the vicinity of her home. Glena Caract used her time as it was ticking, she knocked happily like the girl got a bright eye below her black hair, and a bushy tail above her tired legs.
*KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK*
As loud and as long as she knocks, the door flung open at a leisure pace inside and so she got her thinking that they were present before the bell rings. Surprisingly, there was never a one of her blood-kind. The floor was oddly polished and the graceful banner of their own family's sigil hanging after the door was weaved longer than before. A notion that it might be a wrong house that Glena stepped into, so she wandered her place even more.
The candles, tables, chairs and the vases of colorful flowers, and all she missed and familiarized with was in existence on the eve of her flight [https://img.wattpad.com/e35b443711a67f1abc5aa96d533f8f61e62bc9c3/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f77466e46486e757a5070564a44673d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732363162353437636661356664643939323736333032383432362e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The candles, tables, chairs and the vases of colorful flowers, and all she missed and familiarized with was in existence on the eve of her flight. The kitchenware was placed properly and the mess in the table where they used to have day by day, was clean as if she conspired a visitor had came.
I feel like I'm in a different house, in her mind she said, while the cauldron printed in the yellow border is seems to be living, breathing like her magical being. Nothing was scorched despite the black coal still smoldering underneath the fireplace, hatching a plot that breakfast was served and done already before the bell rang.
Glena: HelloooOOOO? Garred?
She tried to call her brother before the stairs, but the silence flew louder. Oddly she was a stranger on her own house, an empty gift proposed by the Jester as the content of one's present was nothing but pure emptiness. Going up to her bedroom to expect Garred sleeping ahead of his duty, but as it turns out, her known indolent golden head brother had also adrift into existence. She walked towards the backdoor beside the bright kitchen, leading out to the expanse of her mother Lana's garden, and yet nobody was there. Not a single soul of her blood-kin she found.
Glena: Where have they gone? It's not yet middle sunshine.
Since they were out in the rung of their home, she was talking to herself instead. Glena surfed the wind, heading off the ups and downs of the lovely hills and the stiff opening of the city. The farmland was queerly empty, no farmers, no herdsmen and no farm animals in sight below the sun's eye. She ran and ran faster in the silent blows of gentle wind, without being affected from the thought that she was alone.
Entering the gates of the shining city of Selizel, she can tell now the vice and virtue turned into barbaric and vile as the Ravens of the south sat on the dragon chair. The carts are almost empty and the stand of her aunt was too, be that as it may consider a high price, her aunt was nowhere near the stall.
Zoren: Glena! Come play with us!
The voice of her playmate, Zoren Hirrino and the others was playing with a farming scythe beside the tree.
Glena: What sort of game is that? Do not play with a scythe you guys!
The plump boy looked at her, laughed, then pointing the finger of the empty hand in the dirty doll laying in the ground. Four of the kids, Zoren is the only kid she knew, are making fun of the lifeless doll without Zoren telling her the reasoning of the strange game. A cotton figurine of a girl wearing a pink skirt almost being ripped into pieces, as they plunge every sharp end of the crooked farm iron onto it. One by one on each thrust, they swore a bad omen from their mouth.
Your soul is mine you little piece of shit! said the skinny kid with red hair and slender arms, struggling to wield the scythe.
Cry some more! I will kill you more! almost identical to Zoren, a fat boy with wild eyes, opposite to the red head which he easily sway the iron onto the air.
You are weak and pathetic, just like the others! It is unusual for Glena to see a girl playing a horrendous, dangerous game. She is seemingly peering at her, sways a silver hair.
She noticed that the head was that of remains a whole, the head of the smiling girl doll was the only thing that was not torn nor shattered, not until Zoren dropped his scythe to grab something behind the tree. The question she most likely to ask her parents is been answered, as the grubby sack that the boy was dragging was full of picked roses. His eyes dose a rest and unblinking, still clutching the scythe on his hands while his glare tells the sort of inviting.
Zorren: Do you want to join and play? You've been away for so long and we miss playing with you.
Glena: I got a lot of time in my hands Zorren, I don't want to waste it on some garbage stuff.
Her voice seems to halt and tremble in the same manner that the other children prepare to cast the fire, with wood chips and roses from the sack. Getting out of her steady view, the fire started to burn stronger and the doll scorches under the pile of her favorite flower; the roses. The big bells finally rang, the sound rolled throughout the entire city as if it was claps of thunders atop of the Master's Tower.
As the white pearls of three applause echoed like the children's giggles, Glena started to run towards the Kitchen stable in the corner of the hug of green houses. They still stare, smiling viciously terrifying while she bolted and not knowing what are their intentions are, she moved on at the lofty circle and forgetting their means of the lifeless cruelty.
They still stare, smiling viciously terrifying while she bolted and not knowing what are their intentions are, she moved on at the lofty circle and forgetting their means of the lifeless cruelty [https://img.wattpad.com/3e59cad96fb05ddba89de7d8884041749f72133b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4341336d55704a54643632686a413d3d2d313237343730383931372e313732363637313466623137653865303135303737323639373932322e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The girl have in prospect their dutiful leaving from the Selizel, but she noticed their movement was opposite, and there she joined the swarm of people going inside. Glena was in search for her mother, aunt, and even for her father in the eyes of many who lived together, all she saw was empty hands, empty wagons, and nimble carriage of farm animals lurking about.
Glena: They are going back, where have they gone before morning?
She wondered uncertain while she can only feel kinship and affinity, unhappiness and ordeal in the faces of the people inside. Scattering her feet after the vanguard of the line of city guards and bannermen and to the core, the presence of a Caract was nowhere to be found not until the she was near at the end of the horde.
Afar from the frontline and her view is within reach of the end of the line, she finally saw the face of her Mother Lana and Father Nigel, walking beside each other, holding their hands. They were both looking down at their slow walking feet, both hair was scruffy, her mother is apparently scratching her fingers each, exhausted, licking her wounded lips. Glena's Father however, his left feet was broken but he can still walk in a normal manner, but not in an image of a normal feet.
Aloof from what hinders her way, she approaches her parents with joy of tears. The feeling of great strength, stealing the heat from their skin by such a long anticipated hug, and the chance of love was a melodic sound from their tears. Despite the pain of her Mother Lana, she showed her motherly love by running her calloused fingers through her daughter's hair, even the roughest shown was more than her heart can hold.
Lana: We are looking for you for days my child.
Her Mother's mouth tinted a soft smile until she folds her arms again, nodding her head forward. She does not want to let go, but her father needed a loft of comfort as well, even if she knew that there is a million words he can speak but none in his eyes. Nigel Caract halted and stared at her daughter's eyes which now show a million stars within it, he then pressed his small lips onto Glena's forehead, as silent but gentle like a Fatherly care.
Nigel: Don't ever leave again without our knowing, alright? I...I sometimes scold you but...I love you.
Slipping away his kiss to tell her a few words that holds so much. Her Father Nigel trembles by the burning love for her daughter, and kissed her again.
By the time they have gone into the realm of unglorified sense, they managed to hold their breath from that moment. The moment of the time where Glena forgot the time was ticking, and so now the final breath has it sinking. Something has surfed through the plane as if the blow intents to shatter the world, the sound of a brisk explosion ruptured like the rapid cry of Gods and men.
Glena's act of love had told the soul to close her eyes, and now she was back in the folds of many ancient mythical entities. Her hands uncovering her ears and then slowly bringing her eyelids open, she saw the Jester standing in the shrinking blue bring portal, silence there and nothing else. The fool have taken hold of her shoulders and made her stood on her little feet, and said.
Jester: I have given you enough time child, we now continue the quest.