Chapter Four - Outside, The Sun Doesn't Shine
I'm so sorry it took so long to write such a boring chapter. Long story short, I have so many problems to deal with back at home, most of which involve internal battles with my own damn self. But I don't need to brag on about that.
Basically, this chapter introduces the world outside of the woods and what it is there. If I need to explain any parts of this chapter, it simply means I'm not writing good enough.
Oh by the way, I have written the title to be "The Chronicles of Ideram". A play on the words: I Dream. Although I did think about "Iredam", but it reminds me of Ireland, so no. Not that I don't like the country, I just wanted something slightly more creative (although itself isn't all that creative).
NOTE: As of this chapter, the character Dawske will be introduced and I will concentrate on this character.
NOTE2: Stay tuned for Chapter 5: Dawske ... oOOooOo ... A chapter named solely after the character.
DANGER: The survival of this story is not doing too well, because there is conflict between the people within.
DANGER2: I might have to kill off the elf. But cast your vote, I know there isn't much to him but meh whatever.
Chapter Four - Outside, The Sun Doesn’t Shine
The giant tree swung more wildly by the moment and it was too dangerous for the soldiers to continue their pursuit. But before it seemed safe for the group, they had forgotten the soldiers’ access to catapults earlier. Flaming barrels rained down, setting the woods ablaze.
Fortunately, the flame was the soldiers’ last efforts to slay the group, whom have already left the forest, and into the open field. It became clear to them that the outside world is no more relieving as the woods. The group ran for as long as their breath could last until they eventually stopped at about 100m away from the burning forest. Their heads wandered around examining the world they have been drawn into.
“What is wrong with this place?” Lawrence remarked, while gasping for air.
“The reign of the Netherworld,” Xrik answered, as he clenched his fist.
“Do you know anything more about this place?” Patrick asked.
“I am afraid, my knowledge is only limited to within my home,” Xrik replied.
The land was separated by the growing evil that rose from the Netherworld and what remains of the original kingdom.
The atmosphere above the evil where dominantly red and had thick clouds shrouding over the land. There were no signs of time, day or night, only death.
“Maybe we should find some place to rest,” Michael suggested. “An open field is never safe”
“Winnie,” Lawrence called to the girl whose mind had completely strayed away. “Winnie?”
Janet leaned over and shook her shoulder.
Breaking out of her thoughts, she responded to them.
“Do you still have the book?” Lawrence asked.
Winnie gave a quick nod and the group stood up, preparing to trek. They moved away from the direction of evil and towards the farm, visible in a distant. As they moved across the land, they walked pass three corpses tied onto a standing log. It appeared that these men were tortured to death. Disgusted by the group, they moved faster to avoid looking at them.
Suddenly, a loud cry of someone’s death was heard from a distant. It startled the group.
“Stop,” Xrik said. “There is nothing we can do. We mustn’t waste time”
Upon arrival, they saw an old man working on the small farm. A woman, holding a small child, sat on an aged wooden chair on the veranda. As the group approached, the old man dropped his shovel and ran to his wife and child. The family cowered in fear, holding each other in their arms.
“Please, don’t hurt us,” the old man pleaded. “We have not much to offer but take what you must. Just don’t hurt my family”
“We’re not here to hurt you,” Janet tried to ease them from their fears. “We’re lost travelers”
“Don’t listen to them,” the woman cried. “They’re inhuman”
Jackey stepped in. “Now it’s one thing to be scared of ‘me’. But calling ‘me’ inhuman? That’s just crossing the line”
“Jackey,” Patrick raised an arm before Jackey. “Scaring them more isn’t going to help the situation”
Patrick turned to the frightened family and gently placed his hand on the old man’s shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he said calmly. “We won’t hurt you. We are the survivors of that burning forest. We just need somewhere to rest”
As the woman and their child slowly eased, the old man stood up and quickly examined the group.
“Pardon our behavior. We thought you were one of them,” the old man apologized. “Please come in”
Michael preferred to stay outside, and was accompanied by Xrik, Lawrence and Winnie. Janet, Jackey, and Patrick followed the old man into his house.
“I’m sorry, I cannot serve you with anything,” the old man laid his shovel by the table. “It has been very difficult to harvest with the crisis upon us”
“That’s ok,” Janet gave them a polite smile. “Old man, if you know it’s dangerous here, why don’t you seek out others for help, or, at least safety?”
“Young one, please tell me that you do know that it is not wise to trust anyone at a time like this,” the old man replied in ridicule. “Even the noble leaders have submitted to the foul creatures”
“Old man, can you tell us what happened here?” Jackey asked impolitely.
The old man approached a nearby window and exhaled deeply.
Jackey whispered to Patrick. “They all do that, don’t they?”
While the old man explained his knowledge on the history of the kingdom, Xrik found himself haunted by the screams of his village. Each cry brought pain into his heart as the guilt brought hurt into his mind. Lawrence tried to comfort the elf, by telling him about the strength of children in the Third World countries. However, it was only baffled by the fact that Xrik is the last of his kind.
“If I had stayed and fight, I might have saved one or two of my people,” Xrik grunted.
“Well if they were guys then that would have be pretty useless. Your kind is still doomed,” Winnie gagged, quietly.
Lawrence calmly placed an arm on Xrik shoulders. “Xrik, grieving on it is useless now. If anything, you will need to help us find that Amulet. Right Michael?”
Michael gave a quick glance. “Y-yes”
After a moment of pause, a thought came to Winnie’s mind and immediately turned to Xrik. “By the way, Mr. Elf, what is that Blood Amulet thing anyway?”
“I am sorry, I cannot tell you,” Xrik responded. “No one but the priestess knows about this sacred item”
Meanwhile …
“…so we must stay true to Omen so that he will vanquish the plague on these lands.”
“Omen?” Janet asked.
Michael appeared at the door and gestured for silence, as they slowly and quietly walked into the house.
“What is it, child?” the old man asked.
Michael gestured again.
There were sounds of swords clashing and horses racing across the ground.
“Damn it, again?” Jackey whispered in disgust.
Basically, this chapter introduces the world outside of the woods and what it is there. If I need to explain any parts of this chapter, it simply means I'm not writing good enough.
Oh by the way, I have written the title to be "The Chronicles of Ideram". A play on the words: I Dream. Although I did think about "Iredam", but it reminds me of Ireland, so no. Not that I don't like the country, I just wanted something slightly more creative (although itself isn't all that creative).
NOTE: As of this chapter, the character Dawske will be introduced and I will concentrate on this character.
NOTE2: Stay tuned for Chapter 5: Dawske ... oOOooOo ... A chapter named solely after the character.
DANGER: The survival of this story is not doing too well, because there is conflict between the people within.
DANGER2: I might have to kill off the elf. But cast your vote, I know there isn't much to him but meh whatever.
Chapter Four - Outside, The Sun Doesn’t Shine
The giant tree swung more wildly by the moment and it was too dangerous for the soldiers to continue their pursuit. But before it seemed safe for the group, they had forgotten the soldiers’ access to catapults earlier. Flaming barrels rained down, setting the woods ablaze.
Fortunately, the flame was the soldiers’ last efforts to slay the group, whom have already left the forest, and into the open field. It became clear to them that the outside world is no more relieving as the woods. The group ran for as long as their breath could last until they eventually stopped at about 100m away from the burning forest. Their heads wandered around examining the world they have been drawn into.
“What is wrong with this place?” Lawrence remarked, while gasping for air.
“The reign of the Netherworld,” Xrik answered, as he clenched his fist.
“Do you know anything more about this place?” Patrick asked.
“I am afraid, my knowledge is only limited to within my home,” Xrik replied.
The land was separated by the growing evil that rose from the Netherworld and what remains of the original kingdom.
The atmosphere above the evil where dominantly red and had thick clouds shrouding over the land. There were no signs of time, day or night, only death.
“Maybe we should find some place to rest,” Michael suggested. “An open field is never safe”
“Winnie,” Lawrence called to the girl whose mind had completely strayed away. “Winnie?”
Janet leaned over and shook her shoulder.
Breaking out of her thoughts, she responded to them.
“Do you still have the book?” Lawrence asked.
Winnie gave a quick nod and the group stood up, preparing to trek. They moved away from the direction of evil and towards the farm, visible in a distant. As they moved across the land, they walked pass three corpses tied onto a standing log. It appeared that these men were tortured to death. Disgusted by the group, they moved faster to avoid looking at them.
Suddenly, a loud cry of someone’s death was heard from a distant. It startled the group.
“Stop,” Xrik said. “There is nothing we can do. We mustn’t waste time”
Upon arrival, they saw an old man working on the small farm. A woman, holding a small child, sat on an aged wooden chair on the veranda. As the group approached, the old man dropped his shovel and ran to his wife and child. The family cowered in fear, holding each other in their arms.
“Please, don’t hurt us,” the old man pleaded. “We have not much to offer but take what you must. Just don’t hurt my family”
“We’re not here to hurt you,” Janet tried to ease them from their fears. “We’re lost travelers”
“Don’t listen to them,” the woman cried. “They’re inhuman”
Jackey stepped in. “Now it’s one thing to be scared of ‘me’. But calling ‘me’ inhuman? That’s just crossing the line”
“Jackey,” Patrick raised an arm before Jackey. “Scaring them more isn’t going to help the situation”
Patrick turned to the frightened family and gently placed his hand on the old man’s shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he said calmly. “We won’t hurt you. We are the survivors of that burning forest. We just need somewhere to rest”
As the woman and their child slowly eased, the old man stood up and quickly examined the group.
“Pardon our behavior. We thought you were one of them,” the old man apologized. “Please come in”
Michael preferred to stay outside, and was accompanied by Xrik, Lawrence and Winnie. Janet, Jackey, and Patrick followed the old man into his house.
“I’m sorry, I cannot serve you with anything,” the old man laid his shovel by the table. “It has been very difficult to harvest with the crisis upon us”
“That’s ok,” Janet gave them a polite smile. “Old man, if you know it’s dangerous here, why don’t you seek out others for help, or, at least safety?”
“Young one, please tell me that you do know that it is not wise to trust anyone at a time like this,” the old man replied in ridicule. “Even the noble leaders have submitted to the foul creatures”
“Old man, can you tell us what happened here?” Jackey asked impolitely.
The old man approached a nearby window and exhaled deeply.
Jackey whispered to Patrick. “They all do that, don’t they?”
While the old man explained his knowledge on the history of the kingdom, Xrik found himself haunted by the screams of his village. Each cry brought pain into his heart as the guilt brought hurt into his mind. Lawrence tried to comfort the elf, by telling him about the strength of children in the Third World countries. However, it was only baffled by the fact that Xrik is the last of his kind.
“If I had stayed and fight, I might have saved one or two of my people,” Xrik grunted.
“Well if they were guys then that would have be pretty useless. Your kind is still doomed,” Winnie gagged, quietly.
Lawrence calmly placed an arm on Xrik shoulders. “Xrik, grieving on it is useless now. If anything, you will need to help us find that Amulet. Right Michael?”
Michael gave a quick glance. “Y-yes”
After a moment of pause, a thought came to Winnie’s mind and immediately turned to Xrik. “By the way, Mr. Elf, what is that Blood Amulet thing anyway?”
“I am sorry, I cannot tell you,” Xrik responded. “No one but the priestess knows about this sacred item”
Meanwhile …
“…so we must stay true to Omen so that he will vanquish the plague on these lands.”
“Omen?” Janet asked.
Michael appeared at the door and gestured for silence, as they slowly and quietly walked into the house.
“What is it, child?” the old man asked.
Michael gestured again.
There were sounds of swords clashing and horses racing across the ground.
“Damn it, again?” Jackey whispered in disgust.