Sun rays swept through the canopy of the trees. It was morning already.
Damien woke up. He was sweating profusely.
He looked outside through his tent, only to find that the whole area was covered in fog.
He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
"Fog? Now?"
He tried to look around but the fog was so dense that he couldn't even see his own shadow.
"What a crappy day to start a journey!"
All he can do was curse his luck and get ready for his journey.
He ate the food and drank water from the water skin, which by the way can hold more than 99.99 liters of water, with only weighing around the weight of a normal water skin.
Crazy, right?
He washed his face and untied his makeshift tent and laid it and packed it on the magical rucksack.
It too can hold 99.99 kilos of weight on them.
Crazy, right?
But no, these two things costed him a fortune- Well, costed his family a fortune.
Well, what are so golds to a duke anyway!
With one final stretch, he was ready to move and climb the first step of the mountains.
With a deep breath, he started his steep journey.
The fog was thick and dense but he was able to walk without any trouble.
After mindlessly walking for half an hour, he saw a light coming from far away.
It was the faint glow of a fire.
"A fire? Here? Who can it be?"
His mind raced as he thought about a certain soone from the Aldmoor.
But he quickly disregarded that thought as there was no ntion of Calen and the hermit eting nor training.
So it was impossible for him to appear here but if, by any off chance, the plot has changed, the guy can appear anywhere.
"Calm down, Damien. You still have the ultimate life saver with you. Even Calen won't be able to touch you in here."
No one can bla him though feeling scared, I an, look at it, the goddamn fire is in the middle of nowhere. It could be anyone or anything, hell it could be even a ghost or a spirit cat calling him.
He straightened up and decided to head toward the fire. There was nothing else to do anyway.
Like soone said. "If there are no enemies then you're in the wrong path."
Plot progression, they say. But he doesn't need that progression at all.
Why the fuck would he want to trigger a war and get killed when he can simply enjoy his life with money and won.
He, with a wildly beating heart, walked toward the fire.
***
At the sa ti in the Zadkial estate.
The acting Duke of the Duchy was in a wild shambles. He was pacing around the room like he had lost sothing important.
"Why now!? Why is this happening when father is in this situation?" He frantically pounded on the table in frustration and helplessness.
"What is it, my lord?" Duncan asked, walking through the bloody ss Daeron had made in the office.
Papers and quills were scattered everywhere; the desk was broken into pieces, bookshelves toppled over while others fell apart due to their weight. The floor itself was soaked with blood and shattered glass.
Daeron walked towards him in quick steps and grabbed his hands, shoving a piece of paper in his hands.
"Read it!" He practically scread at him.
Duncan took the letter from him and read: His eyes bulging out as he read through the contents of the letter.
"This...my god!" He gasped. "How can this happen? And that too at this ti? what are we supposed to do?"
"Father! Get him! He is the only one who can take any decisions here. We can't take risks with these kind of matters." Daeron said, his voice containing desperation and fear.
"Yes sir," Duncan nodded his head, trying not to show how worried he really was.
For the next few minutes, Daeron kept reading reports, looking at maps, and making notes.
When the Duke finally arrived, his colors had fully co back. he hasn't touched liquor for more than a few days now. He was calm, composed, and very focused.
"What's going on here!?" He asked seeing all the ss on his table. Duncan had said to co to the office. He only said it was a life and death situation for the duchy and he is needed imdiately.
Before he can ask further questions, Duncan had bolted back.
He had to run through the stairs just to be here.
"You better have a reliant reason for this ss, Daeron!"
"Father, look at this!" Daeron ignored his question and handed him the letter.
The varying expression on his face showed how shocked he truly is.
"A war? Now? What the hell's happening now!?" the duke again looked at the letter as he can't believe what was written in the letter was true or not.
The first sentence read:
"Queen Serielle was assassinated, we're at a war!"
***
At the sa ti, soone else arrived at the Spring Kingdom through the portal.
His skin was the color of the soil, dark and brown, and his hair was long and black, and his eyes were hazel green. They held a certain glow in them like they were searching for sothing or soone.
He wore a long cloak with the hood pulled over his head masking his long and pointy ears from the outside eyes.
"Na and place?" The officer at the teleportation gate asked.
"Rhaegen, from the Sumr Kingdom," He replied calmly and respectfully.
"Sumr Kingdom?" The officer looked at the man with curious eyes. "It has been so long since we had a visitor from the Sumr Kingdom. So, Rhaegan, what is your purpose to be here?"
"I heard the Spring kingdom has the best fruits in the world. I'm looking for a specific type of fruit here." He licked his lips with his long tongue.
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