Next chapter! A bit longer and the story begins truly.
Chapter 7
It was three days after we had left the village that we found the border of our country. We had stuck to the road, following in the path of trees right next to it, staying close in the shadows. The forest ended even though the dirt path remained and a wooden, broken down sign sat at the edge of the woods.
“Here ends Lynia. Continue forth to enter Syria.” Eli read.
“Guess we’ll be going this way then.” Aya concluded.
And so we stepped out of our country and into the next. The trees ended abruptly, and in front of our eyes was a vast field of tall grass. The grass bent under the wind and swayed with the breeze.
“So… this is the world!” Aya exclaimed. She ran out into the open before my eyes and plucked a blade of the tall grass. My nerves cried at me for being so out in the open, in view of any enemy that dared to cross our paths.
I heard Eli yelp. “This thing just cut me!” he called over.
I walked over to him and he held out his hand. A thin line trailed down his hand with blood seeping down from it.
“I barely caught a piece of grass and it cut me…” he said, a confused expression on his face.
“Aya! Put down the grass! Don’t touch it!” I yelled over to her. She whipped her head over and screamed. Eli and I sped over to her, where she had collapsed to the ground holding her hand in deep pain. Blood was pouring through multiple cuts on her hand and her eyes were filled with tears. She clenched her teeth.
“What’s… Wrong…. With the grass?” she managed to croak. I carefully set down my pack and dug out some bandages. I wrapped her hand without words. Eli pulled out his sword.
“Well there’s no guarantee we can get through this death field without cutting ourselves. Suppose we can cut it?” he asked. I nodded.
“Let’s give it a try.”
He swung hard at the grass, but the grass simply bent over as if the wind had suddenly blown in a thunderstorm. He swung again, faster this time, but received the same result. Frustrated, he swung once more and then slumped to the ground, defeated.
“No use. Something’s controlling this field.” He said, his eyes burning with an angry fire.
I tied a knot of the bandages on Aya’s hand and stood up. Something’s watching us…
“We need to get out of here fast. Hopefully there’s a town or something not too much farther ahead, at least someplace safer than this tomb. Let’s go.” I told them.
Aya wiped the dirty tears off her face and stood up next to me. Eli sheathed his sword and then we immediately made off for the closest way out of the death trap.
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We barely managed to escape the field of death with a few minor cuts and bruises. As we stumbled out of the field we came across an old town, rundown and littered with people. They were extremely surprised to see new faces.
“Welcome… Travelers! What brings you here?” one courageous man asked.
Eli answered first.
“We’re here in need of shelter for a night and a couple supplies. We’re willing to pay for what we need. Our business is our own.” His voice was short and simple, unrecognizable to anyone.
The man nodded and turned back to the rest of his people.
“Shara! We have more guests for your inn! And Tayo! We need you to fetch some supplies from the shop!” he called. Tekara noticed his voice was dark, but still had an edge of compassion for his people.
“Thank you kindly sir. We appreciate it very much.” Tekara told him, a small smile appeared on her face.
The man waved his hand, motioning them to follow him. He introduced himself as Kergo, the town’s Mayor. He apologized for the ringing silence in the town he called Inga; they rarely received visitors due to the fields that separated the two countries.
“Many dark things go in that field. It’s very dangerous. We are all extremely surprised, and thankful, that you three made it through. But I must warn you. Dark magic’s are practiced in those fields, we fear to leave our houses after dark.” He had told them.
They were now stuffing the new supplies of food and a few yards of rope into their packs. Aya was resting her hand on the windowsill, trying to look out of the stained window. I sighed. We still needed more hope in our hearts. We barely knew where we were going and had already encountered bad luck. Eli barged into the room.
“I can’t stand this place, too quiet! I don’t care what Kergo said, something about this place creeps me out.”
“Well, the first sign of danger here in Inga we see we’ll be out of here.”
Can't wait until the next chapter.
) But no, I just choose three cause it seemed reasonable.
