After the long day of unexpected scenario, Ashalain was at the front door tortured by Akatosh's doing. Soaking wet she then enters the building.
Warmly welcome by Sheena, her sister. "I've missed you," Sheena says hugging her.
"I miss you too," Ashalain said hiding her emotion
Not knowing Akatosh was in the belly of the beast and admires the beauty of the room the furniture, the design, the porch, and the small library.
"Looks like I had to spoil myself for a bit here."
Laying on the bed he suddenly thoughts of the library. "I'm not mostly fond of being a bookworm but gaining data to a world unknown would suffice a little. It should better read something."
Towards the library, a well-kept and old book in decay. Picking the books that interest him most, he then finds a chair to sit on. Alas he found a hidden spot, hidden from the view of the door, and the bed, he then let his mind do the work.
'Tails of Mystic Magic' the front cover says. Uninterested, he returns to the shelf, until one incredibly old and dark book catches my interest.
"In the era of fire and desolation when the men of Vashkeil are in chaos. When the elven kingdom tips their arrow to sheared teeth when the dwarves clad themselves with steel and iron. It was in a world of chaos and destruction, swallowed by power, war, greed, and darkness. A time where the sons of Vashkeil would turn their backs on one another, it was a revelation so to speak."
"When the world of Vashkeil is in turmoil, one man seeks refuge from the gods. Then the words foretold of a fiercely fire-wings unfold from the realms of heavens. Faravish the avatar of Azarus himself, the God of power, the chieftain of all the gods brought hope amid chaos."
"But chaos gave Dalgur the dark god of the infernal world emerge from the material realms, the one he sought for eternity. When all are hopes lost Faravish the great dragon god battles Dalgur in his hideous form. A battle of titans never seen where all the men, elves, and dwarf unite once more to help in hopes of reclaiming peace from Vashkeil. Blood waters the soil, magic burst into a storm, shield, and weapons clang in the place of war. Cataclysm erupts shaking the land, mountains burn roasting the land as two titans battle firmly and ferociously. It says that Faravish sacrifice himself to seal Dalgur from the deepest part of oblivion. With his sacrifice, he gave birth to new species of men called the demi-humans."
"The dark god of infernal shall perish but in his defeat, he cursed the world once more, when order and piece will turn to murder and death."
Without finishing the book, Akatosh had fallen asleep silently in the chair.
While asleep he was, Ashalain was already done bathing and the head towards Akatosh's room. She was told someone occupies her old room but didn't she listen for she's in a desolated day.
As she enters, there's no presence to be felt only the sound of rain.
Removing her towels exposing her womanly body as she searches for clothes to wear for the night. A gorgeous body of a woman whose white brown skin, warm like the morning sun, smooth and soft like tender as she spreads her beautiful blond hair.
Finding and wearing apparel for the night but still, Akatosh was well hidden. Tired and stressed she too quickly fall asleep on the bed ending the night.
Early to wake like a rooster, Sheena prepares herself. Walking along the mansion hoping to wake Akatosh she hesitates.
"I shouldn't wake them up since they are very tired last, night," Sheena said passing their room.
An hour later Ashalain was first to awake. Worried, she walks along the aisle towards the porch for her to relieve a little of her stress. Standing at the porch, fresh cold air blemishes as mumbling lips blaming herself for being clumsy to a thief.
*Thud*… it was then she heard a book falls from the ground. Hesitating to investigate she decides to check, in her eyes the young man who stole her sword was there leisurely sleeping silent as the grave. Confused, relieved, anger, being shock at what fate had turned into, she wants to pummel. But she wanted to know, why Akatosh was here at her sister's place. In the end she just stands there looking down watching the sleeping man who naps like a cat.
During his slumber, Akatosh felt a presence as if watching him. Ignoring, he then continues his rest.
Moments passed Akatosh finally regain his strength to open his eyes. To his surprise all his world shattered into pieces as he faces Ashalain sitting right in front of him staring his eyes in cold-blood. Trying to move but nothing, trying to speak but no words come out from his mind, all he can do is look sideways not wanting to stare right back at her.
"I had cast a paralyzing magic when you still sleep like a dog," Ashalain says getting up from her chair. From a few steps away she grabs his shirt as she interrogates me.
"Seems kind the cute." Akatosh says.
"Just who are you, did you do something to my sister. Why are you here in this place! Are you one of the mages?"
Firing his with tons of questions Akatosh keeps his silence waiting for a moment to speak.
"I see you want the hard way then." Ashalain says, distancing herself from Akatosh as she cast unknown magic. And from her spell, his body begins to boil as if roasting in the face of the sun.
Squeaking in anguish Akatosh grip the arms of the chair, there was slight drainage of the paralyze spell.
Tortured by a mad woman Akatosh heard a scream. And with the pain starts to fade little by little it was Sheena staring at both. She can see Sheena was coming towards his place stopping Ashalain from casting another spell.
"Please stop this!" Sheena says crying a little. With the paralyze magic begin to dispel Akatosh can feel his body, the pain however still urges. It was the most painful thing he'd ever felt, as blood oozes from his lips.
"Just how much this world hates me."
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At death's door, he starts to fall slowly from the pits of darkness. Witch then a voice came, a complete opposite from where he'd met the creator.
"The coming of the end." After the words from his dream, Akatosh quickly awakes. "So, your finally awake, I was hoping you would be in a coma," Ashalain said she was quite shocked to be exact.
While she then follows a question Sheena came holding a medicine. And with her entrance, Ashalain just walks out of the room without saying a word.
Getting up from the bed to apologize and ask for forgiveness Sheena stuff his mouth with medicine shutting his words back to his mouth. Recovering from the spell that Ashalain gave, Akatosh then grabs the spatial bag hidden under the bed. Revealing the sword which he stole from Ashalain.
A bit of shock Sheena was. Knowing her surprise, Akatosh let it through since he already knows what it means to hold a spatial bag. But Akatosh and Sheena don't know what the bag deeply holds.
"I already know what happen between you and Ashalain… my sister." Sheena implores after she'd received the sword.
"Your sister?"
"Yes, she's my older sibling."
"She kept hassling me for friending a thief. But you know what, she was once kind and compassionate back then when she had him--"
Cutting her words for a bit Akatosh took this opportunity to reply.
"So, what happens to both of them?" As he said his words to her, Sheen suddenly let out a sad face.
Shaking her head, she said. "Her lover Salvaril, they were close even since their childhood. Well, I was a bit jealous since I stayed in here throughout my life. They very much love each other even as they grew but, tragedy broke her heart when Salvaril died during his task to investigate an island. He knew that it was too dangerous but still he cannot disobey the power of the above. And the only memento that he gave to her before he left was this sword. That's when her heart close vowing that until she would be with him again."
Knowing her story, Akatosh was lost in thoughts. "I never thought that this is love, well this is life," Akatosh notes to himself.
"Um... I know this may be awkward but- -"
"That's alright your company was my warmest to have."
"You don't say."
Still unsatisfied by her words Akatosh remember the fruits from his magical bag.
"Oh... I forgot."
Being stupid for not remembering he still have some provision left. Akatosh then gave her his share. Relief while watching her eating the fruits he then asks farewell gratitude. Walking away he yet again faces Ashalain blocking his path. Though this time Akatosh ignores her and continuously walks past her.
"I've returned your sword, best to forget this." Akatosh said tossing two gold coins at her. "That's my collateral crimes."
"Wait! Would you tell me who you are?" She says in a more intimidate tone.
Akatosh had enough of having a long fucked up day and still tailing his life to the end. And with that Akatosh just kept his mouth shut and ignores her hoping that she would give up on him.
Thinking about what to decide he first went to the apparel store. Filling a request to the owner, he ask to tailor his modern pants and t-shirt, showing her the samples, which are still a little bit wet.
"This is one fine design you requested young man." The old shopkeeper said unfazed by the wet fabric.
"Just tell me how much cost for all five pieces." Akatosh says uncomfortably to make a conversation.
Examining Akatosh's earthly clothing she then slowly estimates the cost. "I think it could cost two silver coins."
Paying the costs Akatosh asks where to find some trinkets and odds.
"Head to the market area young man."
"And where would that be?"
"Ahh… you're a foreigner here."
Tired of chatting, he just went towards the exit. "I'll be back after two days or so," Akatosh says before closing the door.
"What a strange man indeed." So says the old woman.
Along the road full of lively people, he finally found the marketplace. And when he suddenly came across a bookshop, he realizes something.
"It would be wise to get a blank book to write something while traveling from this land."
After asking the storekeeper for a blank book the man responded in disappointment. "I'm sorry lad but this is all we've got."
Having out of stock he only had a large blank book that contains seven hundred pages. Though it didn't matter and immediately he bought the book.
"Do you know some shop who sells quill for writing?" Akatosh asks right after he'd received the book.
"Well, we have some. Though, if you want a better quill, walk towards that path." The man said pointing to where Akatosh came.
"Then go east, there you will see the store that you need." Says the shop owner.
Thanking the man, he then went to the shop where the man points the direction. And while Akatosh was stocking some supplies, Ashalain went to the guild gathering her party.
Running towards the guild to contact her comrades.
"Oh… so you've finally got your sword back," Baron said.
"Where is Garrick." Ashalain ignores him.
"Oh… Garrick went to your place looking for you and your swords."
"I see… Can you contact him?"
"Fine then but it will cost ya," Baron said
"Okay, I will pay just get Garrick."
While Baron went searching for Garrick, Mishel ask why Ashalain was in a hurry.
"I will soon tell when we all gather." She answers her.
Minutes later Baron and Garrick finally arrive, holding a meeting at the table. "Since you got your sword back, what are the things we will discuss." Baron implores.
"Nothing much we just have to follow and investigate a man--" Without finishing her words Baron quickly disengages upon hearing my request.
Trying to call him back but he refuses. "Wait Baron I didn't- -"
"Yada-yada-yada…" Baron replies in a bored way as he walks towards the guild bar ordering a drink.
"Leave him be, so what's this all about." Garrick says, eyeing Ashalain intently.
"I don't know but there is something on that man, a thing that I've never seen before."
"And his name?"
"Akatosh, he comes by the name Akatosh." Ashalain says, bringing a piece of cloth that she took it from him.
Requesting Mishel to use her magic in order to track him, Mishel slowly accepts the fabric. Through Mishel's concentrate, a white light engulfs the clothe disintegrating until the small fabric disappears.
"Found him he seems to be, stocking some supplies at the market."
"Good… he hasn't left town." Ashalain says, thinking for a moment.
After rehearsing the mind, Ashalain asks Mishel if she still has the polymorph spell that can change one's appearance.
"I only have three scrolls, but it might take me time to cast since this isn't my type of magic."
"That will do." Ashalain says, asking Mishel to check Akatosh once again since the spell only be sufficient for a small point of time.
Closing her eyes. "He seems to be going towards the front gate--" Mishel stops, the spell had last.
Without a moment to waste Ashalain quickly get-up from the table and run towards the exit but Garrick halts.
"Ashalain I would like to have a word with you in private." Garrick implies. Realizing that Garrick was serious to his words Ashalain then follows him. "It would be wise to keep Farenggar at bay."
"You mean this sword." Ashalain responds knowing that Garrick holds a lot of secrets.
Thereafter their conversation Ashalain then asks to barter with Garrick's sword and request him if he can bring Farenggar at her sister's place. Keeping it in a safe place since he is the one who took care of her when Ashalain was still a child. He was the one who taught her how to cast some magic and how to hold a sword.
With Garrick delivering the sword at her sister's place she and Mishel went to the front gate. Hiding at the corner of the alley Mishel cast the polymorph spell turning Ashalain's appearance into a different and younger woman, while Mishel turns into a boy. With the spell successfully cast they went to the front gate.
Finally gathered some supplies near the market. Akatosh ventures to where he once fought the goblins. Where he felt the presence of darkness after killing the goblins. And when he was out of town, Akatosh came across a carriage with an old couple.
"Excuse me, do you by any chance traveler to this direction," Akatosh says hoping if he can ride with the old couple.
"Oh, you mean this road, yes we're going to Aghraim you can hop in with us." Says the old man in a crippling voice.
As the wagon begins to set in motion. And not long while Akatosh begins to sleep again a habit of sleeping leisurely, a young girl came running towards the wagon asking for a ride. She seems to be in her sixteen, but what surprise Akatosh most was, she wears nice royal armor and a sword sheathed to her waist.
"This world really is something. Is she a high-class adventurer?" Akatosh concludes before dozing off to sleep.