Orsgadts
Stalker

The chaos of the riding troupe caused panic all over the city. Everyone on the trail is on standby. They were waiting for the city authorities but nothing was seen yet.

The men pulled their partners to the curb while the women screamed and were busy securing the children. The party continued to advance, not caring about the people who were injured by their weapons.

“Fiona, take care of Emune!” exclaim Greg.

Greg pushes Fiona and Emune to the curb. He did not want the curse to pass by. Greg pulled a troublemaker to the point of falling off his horse. With one hard blow on his jaw, the intruder fainted.

“Emune, stay there!” Fiona pushes Emune completely safe and pulls her dagger. “Awas, Greg!” he exclaimed at Greg who was standing in his way. Greg lowered his head and Fiona threw her dagger at the troupe. Another troublemaker fell off the horse.

Behind Fiona appeared a Galvey knight who happened to be nearby, He aimed at one of the troupe of troublemakers who were in the back row with his bow and arrows. On target, the man fell down and almost stepped on his horse which kept running following the troupe of troublemakers.

The security forces of Galvey city finally appeared with gasping breaths and clothes drenched in sweat. The city was always peaceful until the city authorities felt there was no need to have a horse troop. That was why they had only come after running from the main gate that was almost two miles away.

The members of the troupe who were dropped were immediately taken to the city prison.

“Thank you. At least we can interrogate them,” Knight Fergus told Greg and Fiona. He will escort the three vandals to the Galvey city security force headquarters for questioning.

“May I see the interrogation?” ask Greg.

“Of course. You've been a great help. I wait at headquarters,” replied the knight. He nodded at the two girls who were with Greg and followed the Galvey City security forces

After making sure Fiona and Emune are okay, Greg cancels a visit to the drinking house. He took the two girls to the home of his friend, Rhea, an innkeeper and a native of Galvey.

They are greeted warmly by Rhea who turns out to be a beautiful woman just one year younger than Greg. Emune covered her half-opened mouth in admiration for Rhea's beauty. Fiona was mediocre as if she had met Rhea before.

“So stay here.” Rhea said to Greg and the others.

“We've rented a room at an inn near the supermarket. You can stay, Greg,” Fiona said. It doesn't sound like a jealous woman, but Emune sees a red fire dance enveloping Fiona.

“Ya, we can meet tomorrow,” added Emune briefly.

Rhea smiled while Greg quietly finished his soup.

“I do not offer. Rooms are prepared. Your things will be brought here in a moment. Don't worry, the inn is mine. I guarantee you will be well served here.” Rhea emphasized her first sentence with a flat tone of voice.

Well, this is a war of nerves, thought Emune. Who will win, Rhea or Fiona? Then why is the only man in this room relaxing? Greg didn't seem to care that the women, other than Emune, were clashing with sharp glances.

Greg raised his face after not a single drop of soup was left on his soup plate. He looked at Rhea and Fiona and then at Emune. He put down his spoon.

“Rhea, thank you for your hospitality. Fiona, I think you're the safest here. I'm going to the city jail, find out about that troupe of troublemakers. Emune, you better get some sleep.” After a short pause, Greg continued. “We leave early tomorrow. There's an escort group going to Lonford.”

“Can't we go to Farclere?” chirps Emune.

“What's in Farclere?” ask Greg.

“So the wood carver in the supermarket said that there is an annual festival that is very exciting.” Emune put on a cheerful face while begging.

“Farclare Festival is one month away. I don't think it's safe to go there,” commented Rhea. He memorized the trade routes of Armatea because since childhood he had been traveling around Armatea with his parents.

Emune grumbled in his heart. He was looking for reasons he could use to get them to Farclere. Emune's head was dizzy and his eyes were twitching. He has to go to Farclere and meet Urndie.

“I don't think it's a problem. A slight turn to Farclere was no big deal. Unless you object and want to get back to your entourage, Greg. Me and Emune understand if you, for example, want to stop here.” Fiona words to approve Emune's wish to go to Farclere.

“Tapi .…” Rhea tries to interrupt.

“Do not worry. We'll be fine, Rhea. Then we go to Farclere,” Greg smiled.

“Really?” Emune doesn't believe in her hearing. His headache disappeared immediately. It feels like he can be invited to stay up until morning because he is happy.

“Yes. We're going to Farclere. Good night,” said Greg. He's out of the house immediately.

“Alright, let me take you to your room. You can rest while Greg is out.” Rhea sighed softly. He doesn't like Greg being sweet to other women.

Inside the room that Rhea had prepared for Emune and Fiona, the two girls were relaxing.

“You're wrong, I like it.” Fiona wiped her wet arm. He was soaking in a luxurious bathtub filled with warm water while Emune was sitting on the edge of the bed hugging a pillow.

Emune. “Then why would you go to Farclere if not to upset Rhea?”

Fiona smile. “Come, I'll tell you,” he told Emune. Seringai jahil decorate his face.

Emune approaches Fiona who is still soaking. Fiona whispered to him. Emune's face was red from annoyance. He snorts and spills the entire contents of Fiona's new perfume into the bathtub and runs to the big bed he has to share with Fiona.

“Basic wine enthusiast. Watch out if I'm fucked 'cause you got drunk in Farclere!” emune was upset from far away.

Fiona laughs loosely and grumbles because now the water in the bathtub is full of perfume smell. It smelled so bad that his head was dizzy.

Not far from Rhea's house, Proner followed all the events closely. The girl was named Emune and the two people who were with her were named Fiona and Greg. The two men were like the bodyguards of the girl. That girl, she will start to remember her as “Emune”.

“Emun. Hmmm .. unusual name,” muttered Proner.

“What do you need with the girl?” A voice from behind asked Proner.

That guy doesn't just ask. He also put a sword to his neck. Proner felt the coldness of the sword blade that touched his skin. Without looking, he answered carefully. “You won't believe I told you.”

The cold-tasting metal blade on his neck now moved onto his back. From that sword move, Proner knew his opponent was no ordinary person. It can't be rash.

“What's your name? You can start telling stories,” said the man beware.

The prisoner's getting upset. “Hey, I won't talk to ghosts. Let's talk to the man, after that I don't care what you want,” challenge Proner.

“Quite fair. Turn around,” said the man.

The Proner turned his body slowly. Shit, he said in his heart. The attacker was Greg, the man who was guarding Emune.

“Good. Give me a little space. You don't need that sword.”

“So do you think?” Greg didn't move at all.

“Proner, I'm from Orsgadt. The girl you are with, I have to look after her,” Proner said in a lowered voice.

“Who told you to look after him?”

This time Proner let out a heavy sigh. “A prophecy,” the answer is short.

Greg laughed out loud. He thought this young man was out of his mind.

“Fiona need not be guarded. Satan is afraid of him,” Greg said. He laughed again.

“Not him. The other girl,” said Proner.

Greg speechless. “Emunne? Why?”

“I don't know. The prophecy said so. I'm not a threat. Keep your sword.”

“If the prophecy tells you to jump into the abyss, will you jump?” ask Greg amusedly. He drew his sword.

“Of course not!” exciting Proner.

“You're crazy. Away from Emune. This time let's just say I'm kind,” said Greg firmly and threateningly.

“Hey, you think I'm a prankster who likes to spy on young girls huh?” Proner protested but could do nothing.

“Maybe. Look, I'm glad someone helped look after Emune but remember, don't get too close. You've seen it from far away. If you fucked up .…” Greg pulled his sword slightly from its sheath to show his seriousness to Proner.

Proner gulps. “Of course. Keeping my distance, I will remember that,” he said with a wry face.

Greg leaves Proner still standing in a dark alley while watching Rhea's residence.  “He can be useful,” murmured.