Orsgadts
Horeen

The journey to Farclere was not as smooth as Emune thought. The Goddess of Fortune did not seem to side with them this time. Misadventure after misfortune befalls them until the journey that should be half a day becomes longer and tiring.

It all starts in the morning. Emune and Fiona have recovered from the influence of sleeping powder in the wine given by Rhea but Greg's turn is sprawled after being splashed by water yesterday. Initially they would delay the trip until all was healthier but the Eufrack city authorities would close the city for three days so Greg decided to continue the journey.

Emune certainly agreed. He did not want to lose three precious days and was confined to Eufrack. The healthiest Emune among the three of them volunteered as sais.

"There's no other choice, right? You guys are not well. You have to rest" Emune said firmly.

Emune proved to be able to control the train well on the turn of the road though. It seems safe, Greg thought. He himself did not expect his misfortune in Eufrack still continued.

Fiona covers Greg who is still feverish. He drank water from his leather bag and sat down next to Emune.

"Bad! Rhea should be taught a lesson. Once he mixes wine with powdered bed." Fiona glared in annoyance then swore.

"Don't talk about him. I get upset every time I remember it. Pity Greg for the hassles of taking care of us who's drugged in bed powder." Emune blew her vexation into the air.

"You're right. Good thing there's Greg" Fiona said.

"Oh, Greg must have been so sweet to sleep on your lap yesterday" teased Emune.

"Yes, uh no. I just feel sorry for him." Fiona grimacing.

"really? Your cheeks are flushed, like they are today" Emune said.

Fiona fumbled her cheeks. "No, my cheeks don't blush" he said, denying Emune's words.

"Fiona and Greg are in love." Emune turned his head for a while towards Fiona while grinning ignorantly,

"Stop, Emune. Greg could wake up!" Fiona pinches Emune's cheek.

"Good .. good," said Emune while avoiding Fiona's second pinch.

"What's that sound? You hear?" ask Fiona.

Emune sharpened her hearing. The sound is from behind. It was like the sound of the wind coming away and it was getting clearer and closer.

Apparently the group of entertainers consisted of three large hulled horse carriages. They passed Emune's train. The sound of music accompanied the cheerful singing of racing with neigh and the galloping of horses. Emune reduces the speed of the train to keep the distance from being exposed to dust.

The third train is a disaster carrier. The speed was too high while trying to pass through the Emune train that was traveling slowly. A large carriage crashed into the rear wheel of Emune's carriage tilted and slid out of the way and broke through the bushes.

Emune and Fiona are thrown down on the grass. The carriage was tilted but the horses managed to balance so that the carriage could stop well after a dozen meters. Emune and Fiona run to the train to check on Greg. Greg was lying face down in the car. Thank goodness he was alive, they thought.

Fiona helps Greg to get up while Emune tidies up the messy stuff.

"What the fuck was that? Greg, are you okay?" Fiona patted Greg on the shoulder.

"I'm fine. How's y'all?" ask Greg.

"Only bruised. Me and Emune were thrown off the train." Fiona was grateful that the grass at the place of the fall was very lush and thick.

"It hurts but I don't think there's a broken bone" Emune added.

The three got out of the carriage and sat down on the grass. The train can still go until Farclere but later must be checked again by experts. Greg let go of the horses so they could eat fresh grass and rest a little. The day was still bright and they were in no hurry.

"What other misadventures will we experience?" ask Fiona wonder.

"Eitherway. I remember everything from the moment we left Galvey,” Greg said.

The two girls stared at each other. "Rhea!" both furious. Galvey and Rhea were both disasters.

"Greg, are you feeling better?" ask Fiona.

"I guess so. Farclere's a little more." Greg scratched his head while looking towards the street.

Emune stands. "Let's continue the journey."

"Come on. May the bad luck not follow us." Fiona stood up. The temptation of delicious wine in the Farclere elevates his spirits.

"Does anyone disturb the sanctuary or the pile of prayer stones?" ask Greg.

"No," Fiona and Emune replied in unison.

"It's just weird." Greg was sure it wasn't a coincidence. They seem to be cursed.

Emune widened her eyes. He remembered something about bad luck. A flower? Hmm ... hill? Not both!

"Give! This must be a fucking carrier fairy!" exciting Emune.

"God?" Greg and Fione looked at each other.

"Yes. I've read it." Emune smiled.

"So what did that fairy do?" ask Greg.

"He didn't do anything. Everyone nearby will have bad luck." Emune was astonished as well and that was the way it was.

"How do I get rid of it?" ask Fiona.

"He can't be kicked out." Emune sighed softly then played a piece of dried grass.

"What's? You mean we're going to keep getting shit because that fairy stuck to us?" ask Fiona in shock. She thinks fairies should be related to all things beautiful, not bad luck.

"Sadly so." Emune grimacing.

Fiona growled softly. It doesn't make sense. "No, no, no! Look, we're battered. Arrand can go berserk if you get abrasions."

"That should be my word," sidelines Greg.

"But it is. I know but I feel sorry too. Who wants to be unlucky for a lifetime? If there was anything I could do to help her," said Emune sadly.

"Emune, stop. Let's help Greg." Fiona goes to help Greg put the straps on the horses.

"You're here" murmured Emune.

"Do you really want to help me?" ask for a voice.

"of course. If I can," replied Emune stunned. Voice without looks! It's stunning!

The dried grass formed three circles. Something appeared in the middle.  The green-haired adult male elf stood among the thin tendrils like silk threads that danced in the wind. His ears are slightly raised upwards. A small light emanated from his forehead. The gold-colored head ties of the vine of life adorned his head.

Emune's mouth is open. He was astonished because he did not intend to escape from the creatures of the magical world. "You're real. I'm Emune, what's your name?""

"I'm real and a fucking carrier. I'm Horeen," answered the fairy.

"How do I help you?" ask Emune.

"I have to do good." Horeen played her fingers. The golden threads danced following the movements of his fingers.

"Anything?" ask Emune. That easy?

"Anything." Horeen looked at the girl before her. The girl could hear it so she was definitely not an ordinary human being.

"Listen, I need your help. We need to get to Farclere. Will you keep your distance so we don't get hampered on the way?” Emune grimacing. I hope he doesn't misunderstand and run amok, he thought.

"You're not throwing me out, are you?" Horeen stared suspiciously.

"No. I like having new friends. Am I the only one who can see you?" Emune is worried about Greg and Fiona's reaction.

"If you want, only you can see me" Horeen replied.

"That's great, for a while. Sorry about you having to keep your distance."

"It's okay. Just call if you need to. See you later." Horeen raised her chin. He doesn't like humans but the girl seems to be able to help him.

"thank you. See you later." Emune waved as one hand scratched her head as the Horeen elf had already disappeared. Emune immediately runs to Greg and Fiona's place.

"The train is ready. Let's go!" Greg exclaimed then jumped onto the bench.

"Many prayers that we will not be unlucky anymore" said Fiona.

"I want to stay behind" said Emune.

The train rides the ramp to the flat road. Greg is controlling the train faster than ever.

Emune's in the back looking for a sign of Horeen's presence. Found her. In the distance, the trees dried up and then fell down one after another. The elf had completely ruined whatever it went through.

Emune pulled out a magical little book. The book did not change its cover and contents like some time ago. Emune turned the page many times. It stopped in the last few sheets.

The image of a fairy like Horeen was on that page. Emune traced the writing.

The world of fairies condemns traitors and their descendants. The evil of the past flows for ten days. If it is not good, there is only one way. Plead on Olevander's policy to lift it.

"Olevander is ...." Emune frowned.

"Which one is Olevander?" Greg surprised Emune.

Emune fadily shook the little book in front of Greg's face.

"What's on my face?" ask Greg.

"Dust," Emune answered briefly. "How many Olevanders are there? What's an olevander?"

Greg sat down near Emune. "Olevander are wise elders. They were said to be a mixture between ordinary humans, fairies and witches, ” replied Greg. “Unless you mean Olevander the owner of the drinking house in Eimersun. The daughter is very beautiful" whispered Greg.

"You're afraid Fiona heard ya?" ask Emune jahil.

"No." Greg chuckled softly but briefly glanced at Fiona.

"Where is the wise Olevander?" ask Emune.

"Onykz, in Orsgadt."

"Orchad? Isn't the kingdom not accessible to travelers?" Emune is instantly dragged into all of Urndie's stories.

"That's how." Greg smiled faintly. He wouldn't ask what Emune asked Olevander for.

"Say." Emune stared at Greg.

"What?" ask Greg.

"How can I get into Orsgadt and meet Olevander?" Emune must know before he arrives at Orsgadt.

"There is no way but to enter with the people of Orsgadt."

"There must be another way. If you don't want to tell me, I'll tell Fiona that you kissed Rhea" Emune threatened.

"I didn't kiss Rhea that night." Greg glares.

"It's not the night but the morning before we leave" Emune said. He cleaned an apple with a washcloth.

"Hey, little trolls. You're looking for trouble, aren't you?" Greg pointed at Emune's face.

"I'm right, right?" Emune laughed amusedly.

Greg sighed. "Golden piece. Give the guards, you can enter Orsgadt."

"Thank you, your secret is safe in my hands. After I thought, I'd better tell Fiona. He said a little jealousy can strengthen the bond of romance." Emune's smile grew.

Greg patted Emune's shoulder gently. "Sok knows. Troll is small" he said, then grabbed an apple in Emune's hand and came back to the front.

Emune laughed satisfied. He should help Horeen. It just so happens that their goals are the same. Orsgadt, wait for me!