“And by we, the closest definition is you for that sentence.” Drevis sighs.
“Your whimsical impulse is tolerable for now, but you cannot decide matters on whim when you get older. With a possibility of Prince Falone succumbing to disease, you are the next one to the throne. The whole Adiart relies on you.”
Grea went back into the shop after hiding the weapons again, giving the potion to Annebelle. G:“You should probably check this.” Annebelle nodded and put the potion Under the counter. G:“What’s happening?”
“pftt, why can’t one of my sisters or uncle reggie
do it?”
“If Patrick dies, who is going to take care of the prisoners in the cellar?”
“Hmmm… I see that some people think that it is wise to come into this place without learning much before, of the power of this place. It has always held a power to me. Maybe, I’m just afraid of the power they have away from my safe area… Maybe it’s all just perfect for them and I don’t realise it”
Slowly walking towards the voices he heard, Alex had his most loyal friends follow behind him, traps laid down to protect the way back, he kept looking around him
“Halt! Who goes here? This is a sacred area. It is not to be disturbed by those untrained”
magnus walk toward forest, he know this ‘thing’ will come back, magic around himself,thing that smell like blood,cult will and alway be here,
“Several well trained soldiers will do,” he answers drily.
“And your uncle can only replace you until you come of age.”
“well why go through the hassle of getting Uncle Reggie up for king just for a few years and then I’ll be in the boring job.”
A: Don’t worry friend , just me.
Andrew has his binoculars out, scouting the area.
A: Only the psychic is around. No intruders.
He walks away , leaving a note on the path.
“Prince Nycolas! As a heir to the throne and decendant of your father, you have a duty both to the country and the people in it. You cannot forsake it just because you don’t want to.”
Drevis waves his hand in dismay.
“I’ll put a blind eye this time. Just remember your duty, Prince Nick.”
He walks further to the town.
magnus run toward andrew direction,but all he is found tree,note,and hunter “too late…”
She hears voices.
They do not bode her well.
A chill grabs onto her stomach.
What do they want? They mentioned a psychic? How do they know??
Annebelle looked down at the potion. she put a hand over it, before dropping a small rock Inside. The potion glowed slightly and she turned to Grea. A:“Healing potion?” G:“Sounds about right.” Grea picked it up and put it on her belt again.
Picks up the note that the man left, reading and then turning back
“We must be careful not to venture too far. The citizens may not be ready to see us. There are many rumours that even reach here. But we must beware, lest they come true”
While walking off he turns to the person who just looked at him
“I don’t know why you’re here but if you had anything to do with that other guy then you should hurry off. Don’t worry about this place. I doubt that a man like that would want to be here anyway”
The Note Reads.
Go to my house , by tonight , or say goodbye to your wolves. I have a reason for this.
Ignoring the one man, he sprints deeply into the forest only stopping shortly to adjust his traps and take them with him
“W…What is this madness?!
This note cannot be real…
But I can’t risk it…
What about my friends?”
Following the instructions, later that night the Hunter walks to the man’s house, making sure nobody is near him, not even able to knock from fear
Abigail hides in her patch of herbs, knowing every single detail.
She is frozen in fear, while listening intently.
