The free blood of the Southern Liroy was mounted in the rear, over the hooves which serves the Stallion's proving ground. However, there on the dark and broody horse erected a thick vertical wood with a banner of brisk wild fire, where a folk could see a leashed man in tight chain above the waggling sigil of the Alps.
Ritchler Liroy on a horseback is in the vicinity of his town down the bright den of Akarelik's marvelous forest, and he noticed the trees were swaying, dancing before his eyes. The motion of the Dragon's Mouth which seasons wheels its pace in a blur when the world concluded its time. His eyes then saw a sign, their superstition perhaps dictated and thus he remembered the action stated, that the winds have blew another reverse of fortune. So he closed his eyes, changed the world he lives in and forget the prowls of carnage in a brief moment to pray to the Gods he knew above.
The feels of having the high honor as a part of his vengeance truss his head with an unseen heavy crown, raining the hair with sweat while he stroke it with his fingers. Seeing him tied up has given him such delight; the convict almost falling off the horse, with face dented with rotting scars by crisp frostbites, restless, moored and restrained.
Ritchler: Ah, alas! Those noisy birds in your ear finally departed. How does that feel you little monster?
Scratching the top of his head like a madman with the sense of bee sting. His pale fingers penetrating the gaps of the wound, seemingly turning the ruined skin onto the other side of his face, intensifying the crippling pain whilst the man who's being damned by the Badburn was grinning, laughing through the thick cloth while he holds it between his mouth.
Ritchler: Do not scream my Lord, it is humiliating for our people that a bold man is screaming like a little girl.
He cannot stop, the laugh was forced to halt with a threading wool.
Aagaron: You think this is funny? I gave you the benefit that you needed, I paid the debts that I stole from you [https://img.wattpad.com/1e485e6eaa00d758d8d3a49c7ccc25b288be3070/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f556a79707050455861654a6a48513d3d2d313237343933353037392e313732323639663163646163366466633737333436333039383538382e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Aagaron: You think this is funny? I gave you the benefit that you needed, I paid the debts that I stole from you.
Ritchler: Alright then. But you know, I remember my Mother told me that the sinners must share the pain in the table. Oh we don't have food that time, what an excuse you got from your ass.
Mocking him from the statement with a twisted tongue of tone, flashing and flapping his hands like imitating a little bird; a mockery shown from what he led to defend himself on the courtyard. Facing in front of the High Lords and Ladies, and a mysterious woman in dark cloak, humiliated and intimidated by the aura of grace and the chilling touches of cold.
Aagaron: Shut your damn mouth kid, remember that I will not be in this horse forever. You must be grateful that I offered you gold, and a path to be in my earned treasure.
Ritchler: As you should. What else did you pay besides from your dignity, my new home, and they also took away your knightly grace isn't it?
There was no respond from the still prisoned Badburn as they go on the way. Ritchler faced Aagaron's cramped seating place, hands leashed from a wooden stick attached on the black horse's leather saddle. They both got the silence songs of anger, through their ears it went. When their eyes clashed at a snap of a sudden, Ritchler surely know his true abilities have yet to be manifested when he blinked away from his gaze. He giggled for a second time and thought, you are weak without your friends.
Snitched, hissed and hinted a heated mockery by a question of his achievements, the hard earned gold with a bit of sweetness through its edges has gone bitter, and turned the torn embers into his own clump of fire.
Ritchler: Talk, come on now. The wisps and fairies are not with us for me to talk with.
Aagaron: Wait until I get my fists on you, you little shit.
Said him, quietly roared that even his mouth was almost gone into close.
Ritchler: Oh, you really tried so hard to whisper? Nice try. I have now the power to cease you from the name of his grace if you threaten me again, you cannot do anything but to beg for mercy.
Showing off the sword, whirling the cruel steel in the air that once been took from the convict's scabbard. The boiled metal shimmers with which they call the hardest and the most violent steel; the serpent titanium that is in need of a searching. The rare thing was extracted underneath the sea floor for thousands of years and merely half of smiths and a quarter of fortunate warriors are able to acquire its miraculous essence, and now the hardest to forge is in his hands.
Ritchler: Finally, not a pike or a hay fork but a precious great sword.
Aagaron: It's not a thing for...cutting grass or else that you might like, that precious you took away from me is...used to cut a man like you.
The pain is getting worst like the sense of his skin was peeling off his face, his energy drains and he cannot be able to speak as straight like before [https://img.wattpad.com/ff2073ff943c7eb2e699d34fbcda47c335c9184b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f774b526e706a38377478556a55413d3d2d313237343933353037392e313732323661323363366361386263303239373037353537333333322e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The pain is getting worst like the sense of his skin was peeling off his face, his energy drains and he cannot be able to speak as straight like before. When the sunbeam struck from the huge crevice of the trees' in which the crowns of fully stocked branch and leaves do not touch each other. The shards of ice that is gripped onto his face was slowly melting, it pours viscous together with his dark blood.
His threats are not those he can stand, and so he halted his horse with the ropes, stomp the boots over the stalks of leaves and he bolted angrily towards his mount. The sword held high with two hands, by given an opportunity to wield the sword onto him, he took the head of Aagaron's black horse instead.
Have it gone down quicker than he expected, a tower like seen to crumble through weakness above the world's pile, beyond the dragon's mouth, and below the gods' eyes [https://img.wattpad.com/668402429b8278246bbff25290be3189ff45c073/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f77576b736c5f79696a784b3131513d3d2d313237343933353037392e313732323661363262323133343038613738303031373935383539312e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Have it gone down quicker than he expected, a tower like seen to crumble through weakness above the world's pile, beyond the dragon's mouth, and below the gods' eyes. It was his first on the once of his own living to take another life but the intention to frighten Aagaron away from him.
Ritchler: See that! See what I can do? The King wasn't here to do it for you. I may not be a knight but If you kill me, you'll die. And If you die, what is the point?
The calmness turned into a glaring beastly eyes, his pride fumes burning, looking down at the helpless man with fierce. Then the once King's guard Aagaron crawls backwards with his hands tied and eyes still affix Ritchler. He knelt forward, closer to him as if he can feel the cold of his losing breath, and wrapping his fingers around his ankles tightly and said plenty words without him crawling further, further down the bushes behind him.
Ritchler: I do not want you to talk anymore Lord Aagaron, or else, this sword of yours will go through your heart and you will stupidly accuse the steel of treason.
Aagaron: Stupid?
He let out a corrupted teeth, grinning with a spit of blood.
Aagaron: Switching the threat to me...killed my only mount...a sword did you boastful Ritchler. Huh, What else!? Do everything you wanted to do with me as this is your last chance.
Ritchler: Cunt! Go please me all you want my Lord but~
Ritchler slowed down after a while that he noticed Aagaron's whole face was paler than before, his breath was withering off his lungs, and those small pupil of eyes was faded away.
The ill has gone worst.
He realized in a swift that he must get away from someone approaching by the forest, forest tainted with horse blood [https://img.wattpad.com/0a3cc5277f51a9d0491f9d7e9a5c95121e87cb3d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f514c4b49506d6f3949614c7138673d3d2d313237343933353037392e3137323236613965303766376131326134353337383839313139312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
He realized in a swift that he must get away from someone approaching by the forest, forest tainted with horse blood. A knight guard of the alps to a great degree may come into him, leaving things to chance, and that chance he thought may accuse him of a crime committed by letting alone a raging fire coming out of a mouth.
The iron checkpoint he used to remember was distant, and the road was passing unoccupied, he was in need to clean up the mess he did, before someone approaches them in no time. Noticing his ungrateful punishment under way the houses of the alps, it lashed through the borders of his rights. He dragged Aagaron's body by the ankle, closer now on the brown mount, he firmly held the lying helpless convict with his boot, strong enough to make him scream, but he never did. Strong of a doubt has come to Ritchler, what have I done. The Farmer then took the remaining stretch of the dense rope from his horse on a rush, his heart was mere pounding on his chest, looking on either side of the green tracks while he entangles the cord as if there is someone coming their way.
Aagaron: Heh, on a rush...what are you scared of boy? Being killed? Killed...of what you have done.
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Using the remains of his clashing words were questions to bother him more.
Aagaron: Oh...They were coming for you boy, the men of the Alps...the men of our southern kin...ahh, they are coming.
Thinking that strangling the man which was blasted off with ice to shut, but it will be another fuel for the fire. An attempt to not listen to him was a veiled order from his heart, he do not want his heart to cease the beating by frost, he never liked to be in the dungeons of freezing cold even though he was never sealed within one of the cages. There, the farm man whispered in desperation to manipulate his idea very well; twice a leash he did from the wrist, and now the ankles were tied firmly, rod connected towards the hobble strap and tread cover of the saddle.
Aagaron: You think...you are smart enough?
Ritchler: At my moments, I don't care how many swords will wield me, I do not care if you're dead, and I do not care for the rewards you offer me.
Aagaron: If you kill me, you'll fail King Raven. Oh...the King...he relies to your oath to keep me alive...until we get to my house of the alps...but I think you want the taste of treason Ritchler.
There are only two horses in his distant stone throw, but, the hooves he can hear are not on his visions. Forgetting about the eternity in the bliss of men of the alps, another pile of hooves were humming out of the green mythical forest. A guardian or a phantom, perhaps its a person might have kill him earlier. He does not have much time left, so he took a risky desperate action as a means of their end.
Using his only steel that is meant for the convict, he angrily slashed the ropes that he has sweat on in a hurry. He dragged Aagaron violently back onto the bushes with the fraught of danger, but this time, he has not muffled a word or even a sign of melodic pain for which he wished through; a wish he'll be sorry for the rest of his life. Ritchler shoveled up lumps of wet dirt throughout the dazed prisoner using his bare hands, covering his body whole and concealing his corpse from the rest of the world.
The trotter of the knightly animal was close, he has done his duty and threw the sword over the burial mound he made. Ritchler geared himself up on his saddle, and flew away without any care for others but his pursuit of safety
Ritchler: Gods save me, Gods save me..
He prayed while the horse has gone into even more speed as he scourge ahead. He feel the screaming of his lungs and the will of his soul's demand to go far beyond what he could ever do to save himself from terror. The thoughts of him not having a life after the run, and becoming blind in the fullness of time.
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Look back Liroy, Look back.
Ritchler: Whoever you are! GET LOST!!!
A whisper he can hear but of a shouting, not of a man but of a girl. Twice he shrivel his own empty mind to whether he will choose to slow down and completely halt his escape, or take no care about who or what it is. The order of an apparition he took to do so. From the curved path that he has gone through, there was not a single presence of a person coming, hurrying forth his track on a horseback; but the blackest of shadows approaches slow. Gazing upon the riders which advances forward, riding in a heavy loaded pack, the two faces was hidden under a black overcoat and a threat was not near on both hands.
Ritchler: What the hell do you want!? I did not do anything!
In between the bridge, end to end they face each other across the border of a narrow rushing river. Planting his foot on the ground, drenched with sweat and took a sneak of a step towards the frozen black stalker. He was now at the middle of the bridge, helpless with a remaining weapon on his hand; a blunt dagger is the only thing to help him survive the expected clash. He noticed that the black riders never did the same as he did, the two sat all frozen but the heavy loaded horses was still driven by movements.
Ritchler: Why are you both chasing me?! Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you! Step forward! The King is with me and I have proof to show you. GO! Go ahead and kill me now! But I swear to you, I am innocent!
The small edgeless spike he revealed forward. Pointing for the intent of scaring still, but then he knows he never will.
Maverik: Ritchler my friend, you know what will we answer for that? All me and Irene want is to follow you, is that simple.
Ritchler: Maverik? Irene? What are you~
Maverik: My Lord, you are not intimidating enough.
Sighed, the laughing voice he was familiar with has struck him, and so their face unraveled with a slight of a giggling manner. When both him and his wife Irene Yatar have put back their black overcoat's hood to reveal their faces, he swore to keep himself quiet. Irene brought a heavy leather skin flask made from lamb, from the heaviest pouch comes the carcass bottle filled with the richness of the tasteless, or perhaps the richest essence he desired for. Displeased of the alert, seeing their act of seems the kind of a fool's jokes.
Ritchler: Wine?
Irene: Cold water, fresh from the Mountains.
He was shaking from chilled fear and by the sting of his lacking breath. Ritchler took the flask of water aggressively, trying to make himself undisturbed by sitting down the dry, thick parapet of the bridge. They stood in front of him for quite a while, bringing tranquil of peace in his resting place of nature, seems the birds he can hear were the guardians and the fruity smell he can taste was the demanded break of fast.
Maverik: You seems to be running from something huh?
Ritchler: I have to Maverik! What can I expect from this dangerous world we're living in?
Maverik: Though it seems you did something quite...
He was not able to respond to Maverik from the moment he was given a chance to fill the gaps of his thirst, almost finishing the flask empty and leaving it nothing for the rest of his farm folk. In his mind, he knows everyone can be found, unless he questioned why he was hiding. Raising a brow to give a sign to finish his paused sentence, but the words of curiosity took a quick turn for another after he ceased the drinking.
Maverik: Where is Aagaron? He should've been with you until we get to the house he swore to you, am I right?
The booming he heard from his ears was furious and incessant. It was his heart racing for another moment which seemed to swell into a battle ram and swing against his rib cage. Hesitant to answer, cannot contain his words to silence, changing his sight from their stead then onto the swarm of trees that surrounds them.
Maverik: Ritchler?
Ritchler: Oh Yes? Yes...as you notice I am rushing towards our destination, he tried to mock me.
The confused set of his mood morphed into an aggressive one, clutching his fingers within and his eyes bulged and seems to darken.
Ritchler: While we are on our way, he managed to escape from the ropes. Out of nowhere he took the sword from my sheath and scare me by killing my horse. I did...I...
Maverik: You are lucky he did not kill you.
Ritchler: No...he told me to go away and~
Maverik: Go away? But I saw you started to run off after you saw us. There was no presence of Aagaron or even his voice nearby.
The rumors have already been said and his phrases began to bellowed, they stood still in front of him; blankly frozen. Ritchler then choose to perceive the consequences to tell Maverik and his wife Irene the verbal defense he got left to carry, with its use to withstand the busted plot he assume to wear. He imparted the words while departing the heated circle, and they come to mount their horses, following his tracks with the hooves they pile to bring. The message were being brought straight and Ritchler begins to progressively speed up the cloven shod, returning to the lane they started the chase.
Ritchler: There you see! For which you both are crying to know! HYAH!
Maverik: I know you did something wrong Ritchler! Don't you dare escape!
Whipping the horse for it to hasten even more, despite the wind disrupting the planes of sound and his honor be fading. While the season of its origin get ahead with his senses, his voice also subtly rising; the smell of decaying carcass, the corroding steel perhaps the stealer was still here, he thought. For quite of a time the swift ceased and the horses holds, they saw beyond their eyes the dead black horse in the bunch of dark soil.
Ritchler: Here we are, so now what? You see what I mean now!? Accuse me now Maverik! Irene! What do you want to say?
Maverik: Do not be so angry Ritchler, we are just conscious of your actions, and we hope you also do.
The honored man fumed whilst they suspect the claims to be another one of the lies. Never catching a glimpse of it for once until Ritchler revealed the prey, killed a bestial or a peasant prey. They shone a feeling in one's bone, Maverik and Irene looked at each other, Ritchler did too but an exchange was not present for him, he and them never spoke a word. Irene then surprisingly unmounted her black horse and took the mammal's collar rope to follow her. The farm man of Liroy was not ready for her move as she lead the way towards the darken dirt that they suspect to be dug earlier, or not, a recent one.
Irene: Is there something under here Ritchler?
She calmly said like an angel in disguise of an accuser's mouth; low and cold [https://img.wattpad.com/24ea574b48ec555e7684710d1b919485a665b5e6/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f304948314c5f644b6256433670673d3d2d313237343933353037392e313732323662303337336131313138393432313332343631363836322e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
She calmly said like an angel in disguise of an accuser's mouth; low and cold. He hurried in front of her to gently push Irene away by the shoulder, for they distance their place from the wet and dark, scattered ground. He expected Maverik to come by to fight him because of pushing his wife away, but there he sat in the mount smiling, almost giggling like nothing happened in between the two. Feeling that the world stopped and all he can hear was his breathing, he does not spat a censured fire to break their bounded trust as Irene, seemingly tilted her head, questioning his reasoning why he want them to back away.
Taking the depth of horrid anger, he whispered high for them to hear his conclusion.
Ritchler: I am sorry to disappoint you but there is nothing here, my Lady. We should go now and tell the Master of the Alps why we are late.
Irene: I don't remember hearing the bells rang, my Lord. Perhaps we should dig it once more.
No knight or a warrior can contain or elude a woman like her, showing her side of the fierce made the mist of a man's breath turn into ashes. She sniggers in a sudden then giving up the rope to push him in return, the gush of her hands made Ritchler tumble at the exact spot of the ground he wanted to protect. Vexatious, the smell of the putrid rotting blood of the horse nearly turn their stomach on other way. He was in blink surprise that Maverik was swift enough to wrap his arms around Ritchler's throat and dragging him away from the blacken grave.
Maverik: GO IRENE! LET'S SEE WHAT THIS MAN HIDES FROM US!
With her bare hands, she scurried on to break apart the marked spot of the world. But shifting the tempered spirit from the delightful zeal into chagrin blunder, their intuition of the convict was being killed; Lord Aagaron Badburn of the South was not buried underneath it. Halted in surprise that all they think about to shred his reputation is wrong. Maverik's eyes were wide open, and so Irene's. All there is to see below was the dry nether of the world, nothing more.
Irene: Nothing, there was nothing here my love.
He immediately dropped Ritchler by the unseal of his arms, and into the mold of nature's green he was seeking his breath...laying as if he was lifeless. Slowly getting up and looking down at him, offering his hands to be on one's feet again.
Maverik: I do not know how to apologize for this.
A false accusation was an easy thing to offend him, then he received the offer by another which contain a finger. Sweeping the grass by his feet to be upright of his own and spat Maverik with a drool, then a baleful gesture to confront Irene, but he never had the audacity to do such unmanly thing. In such aggressive manner of his feet, Ritchler made his way up the brown horse, leaving them both petrified of his honored behavior.
There sounds like a harmonic thunder atop the skies, the distant bell of the high castle started the culture of the Breaking Moon. A four thunderous snap of the grand bell is triggered in the time of a fasted supper, which cultivated by the folks of the alps for hundreds of years; keeping the unity while indulging the feast every single day.
Ritchler: All of your questions are answered. You can still follow me to my new home. You have no debts from what you've done to me Maverik, but my trust for you was half forgiven. Irene, the bell strikes at the eight of the morning, have you forgot?
Rig oneself to his mount once more like one of the lords of the City, doing the necessary work to prepare the horse for a nimble stomping. His face was red and in such anger, he was shaking, but still keeping the low of his tired voice before going into the city, for which the house of the burn's choice; The House of the Lost.