“What are we doing here master Ghul?”
The young man’s voice was light, and his lack of interest was beginning to
show.
The
master turned over a burnt log, clearly a foundation pillar for a destroyed
home.
“We’re
searching.”
“Searching
for what?”
Master
Ghul climbed onto a nearby rock and looked back at his student. The young
warrior stood tall amongst the blackened and burnt wasteland around him. But
something off to the right caught his eye, slow movement coming from behind
another pile of ash and flame.
“Life.”
Ghul looked into his student’s green eyes and smiled. “We’re looking for life
Luc.”
Ghul
stepped down from the rock and began jog towards the movement he had seen. Luc
followed.
“Do
you really believe those stories master? Because that is all they are; just
stories.” Luc’s disinterest still lingered in his words.
Master
Ghul stopped and turned around to face Luc, which startled the student.
“Look
around you Luc. Do you think a mere fire could have done this? The village is
torn apart and the structures are broken and scattered everywhere you look. The
very ground we walk is burnt and turned to ash.”
“So
they started a really big fire, maybe the army torn the village down. We weren’t
here; we don’t know what those sick men could have done.” Luc seemed almost
frustrated by his master’s belief in mere fairy tales.
“You
bring up a good point Luc, where’s the army gone too now?”
Luc
looked down at the ground and shook his head.
“Our
scouts reported last night the army was headed for this village, which by the
way is not a part of Armeda, but did not report the army returning. Do you
think they would continue north into the sea? We might have even seen them on
our way here if that were so.”
“Maybe
they headed east, away from Armeda.” Luc spoke quickly.
“Into
the hunter’s forest? There’s nothing there for them, no riches, no land to
conquer. All that lies to the east is death, you know that and so do they.”
Ghul turned back around and began to head towards the movement he had seen. “They
aren’t just stories Luc, they’re legends passed through the ages. The children
of the flame have lived here away from the troubles of the human world for as
long as our monastery has been. It seems that the land of men has forgotten
what the children of the flame are capable of, but you must always know that we
have not. It is our duty to believe in these stories Luc if we are to uphold
our own legacy.”
Luc
chuckled. “Fine, let’s say I do believe you. Where are the children of the
flame then? Where is everyone? This place is baron, there are no people here.
If there was anyone here, they’re all dead.”
Ghul
picked up a large burnt pillar and threw it to his side. “Not everyone.”
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