Alden put his hand into his pouch and took out some dried raisin. Leaning against the wall, he started popping them into his mouth, chewing while his eyes were closed, grabbing some much-needed rest, as he had not slept for the past 2 days.
There was unmistakable resemblance between the two brothers. Both of them carried the same hawkish features, almond-shaped eagle eyes and sharp noses. Both of them sported a tattoo of the Red Crescent on their left arms, a clear signage of their descendant from the diminishing but powerful Lunar Tribe. Bertrand was much bigger in stature, with muscular arms and well-toned muscles all over his 6ft. 5 body. Alden stood a head shorter than his elder brother, with a leaner and slender body.
They were on the journey back to their village, after they had received the news that their beloved native land was besieged. Three years ago, they embarked on a journey to the sacred Temple of Moon, located deep in the heart of the Land of Wayworth. It was part of their journey in becoming a true lunaris. A journey, that would take at least six months of traveling through treacherous mountain terrains and poisonous swamps, through the Woods of Dead before ending with a one-week hike up Mount Moon, where the temple was located. The journey was to test them mentally and physically, as well as to attest their skills in preparation for the training in becoming a Lunaris – which meant the “Capable One”. However, reaching the temple had only marked the beginning of their grueling training in becoming a lunaris. They had since spent their last two winters at the temple, trained under the masters of their disciplines.
It was two days ago, in the wee hour of the morning that Alden was aroused from his sleep by a repeated tapping on his room windows. Alerted, Alden’s body sprung to life as he quickly grabbed his staff and recalled a spell of shielding to his mind. “Tap tap tap.. tap tap tap… tap tap tap.. tap tap..” the tapping continued outside the windows. Alden heightened his senses and listened intently to the noise, sensing no immediate danger after a while, he eased his guard and moved nearer to the window.
“Eeeeakkk..” he swung the windows opened. A familiar sight greeted him. A silver owl was perched on the hinges. “Silverhood, what are you doing here at this hour?” Alden said to the bird while extending his right arm. Recognizing the master’s gesture, Silverhood immediately hopped on to Alden’s arm. “I see, you’ve brought a message.”
There was unmistakable resemblance between the two brothers. Both of them carried the same hawkish features, almond-shaped eagle eyes and sharp noses. Both of them sported a tattoo of the Red Crescent on their left arms, a clear signage of their descendant from the diminishing but powerful Lunar Tribe. Bertrand was much bigger in stature, with muscular arms and well-toned muscles all over his 6ft. 5 body. Alden stood a head shorter than his elder brother, with a leaner and slender body.
They were on the journey back to their village, after they had received the news that their beloved native land was besieged. Three years ago, they embarked on a journey to the sacred Temple of Moon, located deep in the heart of the Land of Wayworth. It was part of their journey in becoming a true lunaris. A journey, that would take at least six months of traveling through treacherous mountain terrains and poisonous swamps, through the Woods of Dead before ending with a one-week hike up Mount Moon, where the temple was located. The journey was to test them mentally and physically, as well as to attest their skills in preparation for the training in becoming a Lunaris – which meant the “Capable One”. However, reaching the temple had only marked the beginning of their grueling training in becoming a lunaris. They had since spent their last two winters at the temple, trained under the masters of their disciplines.
It was two days ago, in the wee hour of the morning that Alden was aroused from his sleep by a repeated tapping on his room windows. Alerted, Alden’s body sprung to life as he quickly grabbed his staff and recalled a spell of shielding to his mind. “Tap tap tap.. tap tap tap… tap tap tap.. tap tap..” the tapping continued outside the windows. Alden heightened his senses and listened intently to the noise, sensing no immediate danger after a while, he eased his guard and moved nearer to the window.
“Eeeeakkk..” he swung the windows opened. A familiar sight greeted him. A silver owl was perched on the hinges. “Silverhood, what are you doing here at this hour?” Alden said to the bird while extending his right arm. Recognizing the master’s gesture, Silverhood immediately hopped on to Alden’s arm. “I see, you’ve brought a message.”
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Great story. I'm looking forward to the next installment of the Lunar Warriors!
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