The sun poured light no more, a white bursts of shades go along the way on every thin tip of the moon, peering from the knight of the butterflies window.
Be that is may cold for it, he was laying backside on his fur blanket bed staring directly at the stone vaulting; thinking if it was real, still being under the impression of going on the Chief Lord's Chamber to settle what make explicit onto the brighter side which will come to a defense of either the sovereign state or conflict of the sea world forces.
He was overestimating an order he heard earlier from an old man never commanded his own force, and it keeps on roaring low beyond his ears that it may seem to be underestimated. Enlighten by the fire and he took it like it was pieces of torn iron to forge into a stronger armor, or the torn may not make it to a better one but remains a shattered helm.
Salagor: I should've keep his orders or...beg for an apology, and let it pass through nothing thus nothing shall fall. I would rather let my conscience pure as a driven snow before I go to sleep.
He whispered scared, wondering doubt that it was for the sake of Morken Arcizal's anticipation for he was involved with Necromancy. He was looking with hasty fear, side by side without the presence of something, sweating on the surge of winter-like winds passing through the jagged and hideous rock window beside his armor iron hanger and lone torch wall sconce.
Pushing himself up from the neat bed, it was almost the end of the quarter of full night.
Talking to himself while putting on his black belt possessed with the scabbard between the doublet and tight leather triubhas of pure black, going out of his room in the absence of his weapon; leaving his own space without the steel latch between many closed chamber doors. Below the rows of the balcony he saw a bonfire with three armored soldier circling it, within the flow of the half night was the woods weeping and men of valor came the harmonizing song.
The radiance of heat touched his face gently, the aroma of older but delicate strong red wine and smoked tuna by the fire made him feel ravenous after the work of the knight of the waters. It was strange and half-forgotten that the practically profound inclined drowse has left him like the tides beyond the shore. Strolling silent all the way, almost quarter of the dark arctic entry rows of the knight chambers and there high above ten more feet are the two separated archery towers with a modified door before the staircase.
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Akeleyde: Sir Makaela, an expected presence. I wonder what makes you still awake, a glorified man must have a great night sleep as far as I know.
He remembered the voice of the woman whom he was called for, and by the night herself is where she was singing out his name low without a melody. In the same manner as a ghost, an identical cold feet is silent coming towards him. He saw the lady unbraided, wearing a short dress of maroon close apparent to the knees as well as her breasts seemingly peering out of the loose garment, blooming like a flower as if she wasn't on the day of work, not as fierce as her armory duty underneath her sleeping clothing.
It was winsome and unblinking set of sphere gazing at his like a glowing red coral. An obeisance he has shown, despite her clothes for snatching forty winks, a deep genuflect before Akeleyde Zarath of the Armory was welcomed; well presented that she presented her mildly wounded hand for a man's kiss.
Salagor: I apologize earlier my dame, it was so sudden that we left the shattered on a rush. I was so scared that I can't even explain it after we arrive here...
Leaving the hand with awe and the sleeve down dangling. With the set of tune grows delicate by feeble, it was now the song of winds and loud munching and drinking knights can be heard below.
Close Call, A mandatory single press strike waking up all the sworn defenses; shutting off the word the knight must've said. Deafening as thought by someone new to be part of a fortress, but it was a tune for every quarter past to make a whole night guarded from any threat.
Akeleyde: There are no worries on that Sir, I already know why, and you did the right thing. You know... there are times that claims before leaving is screaming, some are confused, some are on a panic like you did earlier. Well, there is nothing new for those reports but sometimes there occurred something terrible that not even the Gods can imagine; for so long that is for no man's business.
By means of charm made him calm and somewhat turned his heart demented, giving a small smirk and putting her dress up higher despite the cold, the sting of winter that fits her own taste seemingly filling her crave for it. He noticed that she was talking soft, not even her brows are raising like how it is used to be, on guard with an armor or a lady's garment, a soul of one's commander can consume one's innocence; and now it was absent.
Salagor: Does that mean I am not the only one you requested a company to enter that broken castle, and meet the master? What is it all about then?
Stroking his long silver hair back slowly to make way for a glance, heartbeat roars fast. The shape of the moon leaps forward to their bearings, prevailing over the torches by the room dividers mixing black. Akeleyde doesn't speak a word or answer his interrogation with a plight, just a smile for him to feel certain about her envisage, still like the sea how it was never known.
Asked whispering for the lady be a source of fascination to his second curious thought.
Akeleyde: It was all a test Sir Salagor, in fact, it was an honorable test. He was a giver, poured to much of his knowledge beyond his eyes, everyone never realized that pain upon his heart that his word never came to be in reality. And now it was your time to not dash the hopes of him, for it was another one of your duties.
Sighing cold, an act that was ventured for someone's reminiscence. Sir Makaela was embrace by the shackles of frost, it may seems strange for them to be nervous without the presence of dirty ice falling beside the shore, or beyond it.
Salagor as predicted, he was handed over a piece of paper for it is a command, an order or an allegiance of the colorful flying creature with the man whom casting spells and cooks several concoctions for watering the garden called the world of Northrom.
Salagor: I trusted the Master, you left the room for us to talk which you're supposed to be there as well. Since Lord Radir Makel asked you to pick one of the commanders to be with you, did he expect the same reports as the others did?
The man's forehead started to frown, eyes appear less. The knight became pale like a ghost, as he grasped his trust back, the vivacity awaken yet the elusive voices and whispers come to take his place. He found himself in the middle of the sort of another song but without a tune, coming from the knights below, the moment he heard it was like an arrow coming towards his conscience.
He found himself in the middle of the sort of another song but without a tune, coming from the knights below, the moment he heard it was like an arrow coming towards his conscience [https://img.wattpad.com/30dfb73f742d51c4a58cdfa21bc9fde63db6d08d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4e4a585866583774646f6c4c6a673d3d2d313134323437353939382e313662313935373164663031313861333436313631353430343138332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Color of the eyes are blankly stare, the iron clutched was as pale as his hair.
A man is entirely unaware, there was a knight whose blood shall spare.
A kindred spirit there shall come, a warning great and worst for some.
Listening to an elder man's wisdom is as good as the aroma of a rum.
Leaving great as end must sear, the guiding light are far so near.
Join for us, and so it must be told, for it will be such crystal clear.
Hmmmm, hmmmm, go for him and pay the prize.
Hmmmm, hmmmm, build the hand and slay the dice.
Hmmmm, hmmmm, freeze the bound and kill the fear
For it will be such crystal clear.
Salagor's ears heard the humming like the words of the first block meant nothing for him. Eyes closed and so for the lady knight in front of him, a symphonic symmetry of every tune made their eyes half-closed. It was normal at the first accrue of night's local wind, it was long and deep at a second, a word draw closer on him as if the lady was speaking near his ears.
Akeleyde: You heard the strain of air from our comrades. It was meant for you Sir Makaela, the butterflies talks, they sung the melody for you to fly towards the nectar.
His eyelid begun to rise slowly, the song was up to mark on his lug for it to summon him into the reverie land without any black magic, or any malediction suppose to stop a person's heartbeat by a song.
Salagor: Where there falls my shadow, there fells my acuity. I choose myself, I will fulfill my purpose to be beyond the reach of mortal minds, they will thank me for what should be done.
The small pouldrons slipping through his soft doublet as the hands come together. Blinks and blinking, awaken, born, and leaving the fantasy from the veil of his mind realizing that he was standing in front of a woman.
Akeleyde: Careful Sir. Do not be overconfident. Not everything is beyond reach, I want you to know that. I hope my words will enter your mind, not only for your ears.
The real one unleashes up the brow, the caring left for a while and there persist the scourge talking to him, glaring like a vulture among crows, nowhere full the shillings; blathering like a master upon crowds. The remonstrance is playing the wag on him as the lady of the armory was raucous beneath the dark clouds. Dry out lands above patrols the threat in between the continent, vigilant defenders of their ancient ways whereas they soar beneath the ocean as if to find the demanded reinforcement, the sort of a replica amongst the north, but a dead one. An empty dark hall, across the left and onto the end point is the shadow scroll of the helix stairs.
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Akeleyde brought out a a clean paper scroll out of her sleeves. From a seal of mystical blue of distinction, stamped a drowning dragon, the man expressed what he saw printed within the leaf.
Salagor: Seal of Shakars. I suppose this is for the Chief commander. For Lord Reyon?
She smiled, but she did not answer.
He thought whilst spreading the scroll for him to see what or where it was all going. Keeping the faith upon his rank, he never hesitated to open a scroll with the seal in need of a headman's word. At the top of the statement is the name of the Elder Master, Morken Arcizal, eyes never pointed on the first word below.
The Lady nodded without a word. Be on the horns of a dilemma, he bowed down low while he dashed past Akeleyde Zarath without a question or a word of any.
The timber floorboard is as cold as snow above his boots, he can feel the taste of fear and smell of dying smoke hailing across the crepuscular unlighted corridor. An order or not, it was brought together for him. In a piece which his eyes never spot a single letter was a piece needed to read for a man who wish him to go near, near the thought of digging his own coldest grave inside the place where the shattered hearts lay rest. Rightful, an honest admission to believe regarded as true and considered truthful.
He step foot on the first ground of the tower, it was silent, the fire burning like a sound of dragging corpse.
Salagor: I should've just slept. The time was not it, and so they told me none of what I expected.
He sighed, dissapointed.
He continued walking upstairs, every step onto the blacken slab echoes underneath, the endless call striking the boot stomp not too deep. Shadows rang on the walls behind him, taller and frightening for the lone blue creature painted dark with the red curtain stake lean dim. A sudden shock from the faces close to hide from the silver crested helmet, forcing the feet go back from the past traces of cold feet.
The sharp edges go show his sword like a mirror when it reflect, the deadly iron raking the air while his thoughts forecast directly into the minds of the two guards in front of him. Tearing the breach from reality, they told Salagor to back off from the grim and careworn Tower of the Chief. It pleases them for the duty of the Head Commander of the allegiance, but they do not know who they're threatening below the grounds of black, the darkness casted the blissful secrets.
It pleases them for the duty of the Head Commander of the allegiance, but they do not know who they're threatening below the grounds of black, the darkness casted the blissful secrets [https://img.wattpad.com/2496e5899265539f5ecb6a80327a3e1076d2821a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f463634354f4e6a666731507768673d3d2d313134323437353939382e313662313935373762363466663335393138373330333432393331352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
They halted as they recognized the voice of one of the highest commanding officer of the encampment beside the sea. Cramped and windowless, the eiderdown of quarter dusk is hiding his face and familiar hair, until they shone the hand torch towards him.
Salagor: My intentions are clear, I came for a report. I ask your permission to back off from the Commander of the Sea Watch. Remembered the training folks? Never point a comrade by the tip of your sword unless you're urged to, you disgraced yourself and the vows you commit.
The knight never clutched his sword for once, it was just a rude awakening left unfolded pages thus the faces covered men were forgiven. They walked opposite, the guards for the opening and Sir Salagor towards the end of the tower. He arrived at the door, without a walking sweat came dripping. The sconce at the side made his eyes see the motionless chain-hanged wooden board carved...
'SUPERIOR'
A small black banner of three white bear claws of House Makel; a literal to insist the title of the chief with a brush of proud blood of his Family.
It was frightening, never a something to hold onto like a stair fence; one wrong step can send a person straight to the edges of life, fallen with the strokes of ashen blood on the freezing floor. Using the knuckles, he hit the brass-bound oak thrice gently, silently; a question bounded inside the sound make headway a speed of a demanded answer.
Lord Radir: Come on in.
He opened the creaking door out, he nearly stepped far back to the margin of the floor, with the hopes rejoined the foot of another inside. Thankful that his presence doesn't bother the chief; Radir Makel. The undergarments of brown catches his eyes, noticed thinking he is psyched up for his slumber.
Salagor: I'm sorry to bother you m'lord. Akeleyde Zarath of the armory handed this scroll to me, she made I a messenger, for they told me it was necessary.
The knight fretted, eyes on the floor.
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Lord Radir stared at him for a while, thinking a flick of judgement that he does not know what is happening. Brushing the tip of the quill on the papers he was writing on, the blood of the animal in its ends. He continued working on every sheets while talking.
Lord Radir: I see you're not aware of all what you did, knight of the butterflies. Be proud sir, you are the first man to be able to know the secrets of that old man, but now it is your time to speak about it. Akeleyde tested a lot of men on the Castle of the Shattered Helms, she told me it was a great deal for a company to know first before I do, all of them failed until your turn. Let us see what you got here.
It casted on his mind, the realization on every part of the journey passed the coned castle is a man sworn to be with the lady. Crystal clear, reminiscing the art around the mystical looking castle of purple. It was the first time going into the room of the highest men of the army, looking at his place is for it was his second. Books are placed between substantial shelves, banners of different major houses of the Island bound Kingdom, the map on the left side of the walls, he remembered the place where it covers a curtain.
The Chief reads the words carried by the piece of paper while sitting on his chair, offered him a glass of red wine, Salagor politely accepted his precious valor kindness like a glass of his own golden blood. Nodding, he observed his gesture responds accept, without any word all of which the fear from his lungs has been broken apart.
The last sip from the glass, he stood up from his chair and around he goes to face him near; his face was weary, the voice familiar of drastic calls has weaken by the ghost of slumbers.
Lord Radir: You found the quest demanded by my own, knight. I already spoken the rules you need to address, don't make me say it once more.
The superior man crossed his arms, staring at him laying his back on the large bookshelves. His set on face was unpredictable, startled, worried, or for all he knows something might not end well for them.
Salagor: Forgive me my lord but I am not convinced that you and the Master is not walking on the same path. With respect commander, I need to settle down what was said to the scroll.
He sighed believed firmly, rubbing his palms from the cold air of the tower's open hole window.
Lord Radir: Tell me commander, does the disclosure concerns your moral sense? You don't need to know what this paper tells us or tells you. Let it out before it prove itself.
The worn chief asserted beyond his eyes, the intrinsic nature warm not near by three feet; just so he can feel. Pouring another superb sour red liquid onto his cup; the taste killing the heat, restoring himself before the day closes its breath. The deepest and the most loathsome wrath can ever uncoil between them, and in the right time his sense conquered his mouth.
He fixed his eyes on Lord Radir, he walks no longer and froze where he should be.
Salagor: I see those bright eyes of his, brighter than a hearth fire that even my eyes can never contain it. I can still remember what he told me, he was known as exceedingly glorious that his voice echoes throughout every single man's ears. Like the door closes by itself and a word expressed without warning, he was saying the same thing over and over while I am leaving out from the same shelter as yours, he's wishing the Lord Commanders can do better. Mouthing the Octopia, the pride of every Orcater soldiers stood good on the Castle. The nameless and horrible hidden creatures underneath the sea is his fundamental wellspring of caution. I promised him to bring back the orders, and with that said, he hope he sees the castle clear of any monsters.
He responded quick, dark eyes widen and mouth already half-opened, the fingers in his beard hair be at leisure as if thinking if it was the right one to be heard.
Lord Radir: And so am I. What is he? A god? The reinforcement of the Barrack Castle of the Garrick is great enough to defend the borders of the land, do not ever make a reason founded by the myths. I expected better results of this paper, but no sorry for him, this is not what is needed to be accepted.
The Lord Commander teared the pieces and not until he made the clean piece turn into black ashes; it was gone for the better, a better choice.
Salagor: But...that was the Sorcerers words, I need to keep it or else I'll be crused by their power for ages.
A thing intended not to do, his voice rang the halls of the highest keep. Salagor saw him moved quick towards him, large clenched and the heat is in the core of the hands; it was never an edge to kill, and so he's sure he will leave the tower alive. He never regret what he said, the mercy brought back to depths where he assure he still be alive.
Lord Radir: You let the vows of an old man replace your force signatory. Talking to me like that is where the conflict of all will straighten out. You will drag yourself together with them, and they will remember you as a shame in this defense force.
He was hissing close to his face, Salagor can smell the wine in his mouth in the sequence of the high lord's temper. The sigil strong and bold, two of which is a white claw of a big plush and a blue mythical sea creature; the kingdom's owned pride with its small iron eyes looking at him. Laying plans if the knight will grant a pardon for his offenses for one simple rule for which he must obey; obey.
Salagor: I never replaced my force signatory, I have the place for my sigil on my chest and even whispering the vows wherever I go.
He bloviated. The dark of night never stopped him to point his finger on the fastened piece of iron on his breast coated with leather. Clicking his teeth on the lower lips, contemplative and nervous that he might say something that must be within the bosom of cloak and dagger.
Lord Radir: Then why is it that the graybeard that lives in the armory castle convince you to follow him, Is laying of a price in your head for you to talk against me?
The cold room got heated on the point where the Lord Radir pointed his finger as well on where he pointed his, pushing a slight to threaten him. Locked and coated mouth of gold, a crimson red of blood rushing warm on his veins. The knight commander is in shock on how he acted behind dungeon doors, he was way worst that he wished they're out on the dreadful smoke. A single man can be tortured by words where it does not need for a blood to fall run useless; speaking wise like how the book caught but killing the heart weak until the blood glob.
Getting out of the sight and onto the table, the smoke smear black and rancid. An ease for Salagor to return on his state of bravery, looking through his place in order to find peace like there was a feud unexampled. Stiff steps, soft like a lady just slept, he thought it was over.
Lord Radir: Let's make a deal Sir Makaela, since you're breaking open the singleness of purpose on your own Lord...Tomorrow you will ride the south, make sure you return on the Garrick before midday with Master Morken, I want him to say all of the sharp practices in front of me, Go.
Salagor armed with enough air ropes to bind him in the spot where he just stood, he removed the bindings long and commenced his way back on the base of the black tower. Swift as a cat, retrieved his feet coil without a single word. Minding his feet on the margin that a little can slip and sure the death can tell him quick, the answer of the journey return odd and grim.
The faithlessness can ruin him and Alerted that a sudden illegal abduction was underway, Akeleyde Zarath was the first company in his mind to destroy the accusation before it becomes numerous. The night was devouring the long wait of sleep, the fire where the song of the soldiers sang is still there, but the singers were no longer.
The night was devouring the long wait of sleep, the fire where the song of the soldiers sang is still there, but the singers were no longer [https://img.wattpad.com/a43a364815ad49ae89b722919ebf6fff6d820fc0/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f69536f5574345f7a53364c7465513d3d2d313134323437353939382e313662313935393565346238646239393936363133323037313937302e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
I'm sure they heard him scream, he thought.