The beasts that ca to attack him, so did manage to hit and wound more of the moribund savage, although the Jazhara was to be the speck of aid the earth had granted to dismiss such dangers and deathly outcos. Therefore, none took his life, yet if too strong, solely consciousness would be lost and the beast that accompanied him in the descry of a beloved’s history would guard his recovery so their path could resu. Bringing the hunt the man could not get for his own nourishnt... Achieving a pace in their hazardous days within the cold of the weather and the nacing trembles of an alert earth that watched their every step on its ground.
Months were felt as the eternity of her life... and his health for much blood and injuries had been gained like never he had before these travels, started to feel faint the more they advanced. Coming closer... steadily to an end...
Until a day arrived, that the steps he gave would start warming up his heart. For the life being shown was that one he was part of...
— Izbel... I believe our daughter’s na should be Ewelina. —
— ... Ewelina...?... yes... Ewelina... It is similar to your na, Elijah... That shall be our child’s na... —
Once more the innocence of a just-born was shown to the man, yet this ti, the days of her younger days were the freshest under a loving family. Although soon the life a common human would be able to recall comnced without a father, for sudden death had taken him and a heartbroken Mother, lost to the pain would search for comfort in the man that would aid her fast demise and would abuse the one Aslak would take as a wife.
“. .. fh... gh...” — Clenching his whole self, restraining the wishes to take the axe or indulge in the wishes for so kind of retribution at every hit and bruise the man had imprinted on his lung’s delicate skin, Aslak gasped the accumulated wrath of her eternity with despise at every suffering she experienced in this last life.
Her timid ways and soft sound... every little interaction and night in a dirty ground shared by the rats she hated... the first ti a herb he requested was served as tea... Everything was shown to the man. Everything... as well as the fear she experienced once learning of their marriage.
“... She truly feared ..... She thought I would kill her from the start...” — To the dark only he could see, he mumbled heartbroken to learn fully about the thoughts of the wife he knew.
And as the tis he witnessed with each step, a ti ca when the step he gave showed him the night they were to finally et, to which Aslak halted every motion for the conflict was overwhelming for an already exhausted spirit...
A long ti he remained motionless even to the tail of the Jazhara insisting to resu his blinded travel. And eventually, curiosity to learn how she lived their beginning pushed the man for the next step...
Which would show no more, for it was the one that would show her wiseness being awakened.
“...”
In shock for no scene nor sensation was transmitted, his eyes started to gain vision slowly as more steps were taken, thinking the scenes would be shown eventually... yet falling to the hard ground a familiar breeze grazed his dirty skin that had little place without dry red painting it... to wake his consciousness to the end he sought.
Far ahead, in what was the death of the night, he could see a village with bonfires lighting their space and behind it, the grand boulder in which his ho had been raised, ominous and grandiose under the light of a full moon.
“... w- we... have we made it back, Alsvartr?” — Without taking his eyes away from the sight, the man with trembling sound inquired to the beast. And its head grood the tired side of the savage, inviting him once again to stand and continue to walk for no more guide was to be needed. — “... Hah... haha... ah.... D-Does the earth know...?”
To his question the Jazhara now nad Alsvartr for its shade, took the man’s hand in its tail, wrapping it as if pulling it near its muzzle, and licking the palm which he would stare at confused... until from it’s creases a seed appeared long with an instinct the earth had told to the man with its appearance.
— This seed will grant your request. —
“... With this...” — Holding it dearly in a folded, trembling hand, his corners wanted to smile from relief. Nonetheless, pushed again by the indifferent beast, it walked by his side for they should now end their journey at the village where the eye blessed upon one awaited.
“Huff...hf... Ewelina...”
Out of breath, Aslak could not move for a while, gasping for he had not noticed the end of their travels would end at such a last unshown mory... yet seeing the Spiked Eye Barbican strongly rise above the boulder, with exhausted limbs he continued to walk the last of his path. Almost rushing, forcefully, for his word had been honoured without fail... and now trusted that of the earth that had allowed it.
A man, one knowledgable of the eath’s will had gone out of the tent, aware by the nature, that the one that many had been waiting for was to finally return.
The fra of an exhausted barbarian and a marvellous black beast could soon be discerned by the dispaired hues of his being, and the warlock, overwheld by the greatness of the scene, lost breath before managing to call for the other leader of their Village.
“....h!... ha... Aslak!”
“hf... hf...”
“Aslak! Haha! Cursed madman, haha!! Finally, you’re back!” — Coming to et him, Otrur Nolsvun received in his arms a fainting Archduke. Amazed by the miracle his eyes were allowed to witness. — “You’ve co back...! Effing earth!... We’ve been waiting for ya, fucking imp!!”
“hff... Trur...”
“Ou. Let take ya to tha tent-”
“No... Passin Watersturl... I’m going up tha boulder.” — Stopping the warlock’s intentions Aslak demanded, looking at him with the powerful amber he once thought lost and did not expect in the moribund savage.
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