Orsgadts
The Orsgadt

The roar of the horse's feet broke the silence of the morning on the edge of the Orsgadt region. Elric's entourage has arrived at Stedia safely. Last night they decided to cross the desert of Hope.

For the first time Elric passed through the region in the dark. By looking at the cluster of stars, they were spared the possibility of getting lost. The toughest thing was to keep their bodies warm from the freshly lost sweep of the cold wind near dawn.

The new horses are ready. As promised by Greg, they got six of the best horses ready to take them to Stable. Alfred decided to walk down the edge of the forest so that they would arrive faster. According to his calculations, in the afternoon they could reach the gate of Orsgadt kingdom.

The exhausted horses they had given to Greg's confidant. They would take care of the horses and send them to Eimersun. Draxe kicked around as if to disagree with Elric leaving him at Stedia. Elric stroked the horse's mane.

“Sorry, Draxe, this is the only way I can find Emune. We meet in Eimersun later,” he murmured to the horse. Elric rushes up on his new horse and spurs it following his faraway friends who are taken running by their respective horses.

“You won't be able to catch up to Emune if you're slow like that,” seductive Sean.

“Hahaha, try to follow me if you can,” challenge Elric. His spirit had already doubled from before.

“Oh, yes? I think your horse is too buxom to run fast,” taunts Aiden who catches up with Elric.

Alfred was just a head-scalp. He has known them since they were babies. Sean and Aiden will probably be “nobles at home” if not hang out with Elric who is happy with a variety of outdoor activities. They've grown this big now. He was very proud to be able to accompany them.

Fiona, the only woman in the entourage is not to be taken lightly. He grew up in agony and survived by all means so riding like this was not rare for him. He had been crying for days and regretting in his heart for being separated from Emune. This time, he would make sure the girl would be well taken care of.

Greg looked at the tears flowing down Fiona's cheeks, he understood what Fiona was feeling. He was also upset that Emune was detached from his guard. The carrier pigeon from Arrand contains only two words: Find Emune.

Without Arrand's orders though, he would definitely search the girl throughout Artamea. Knowing the fact that Emune is the heir to the throne of Orsgadt certainly changes everything. If he and Fiona were worried that Emune would be colonized on the way, now the shadow of Goenhrad's cruelty should they be wary of.

Drove quickly leaving the footprints of the horses and dust behind them, the group had no intention of stopping at all. Upon arrival at the gates of Orsgadt they certainly can not enter carelessly. Greg had already arranged a way for them to get through without inviting the gatekeeper's suspicion. Again they have to rely on the help of traders.

***

“How do we get through that gate?” ask Emune. He remembered Greg had told him to give the gatekeeper a piece of gold, but could it be done?

Proner smiled. “Do not worry. I'm a resident of Orsgadt. Hopefully I'm still listed there,” he said grimacingly.

“How about the others?”

“Don't worry about me. I want to go around. By ourselves. You, don't follow me,” Horeen said as she pointed at Avena.

“Who wants to come with you? I can go by myself. Come on, follow me,” Avena told Emune, Proner and Leonz.

In an instant the fog covered that huge gate and its surroundings. Avena and the others moved in the fog. No one can stop them because they are well protected.

For safety's sake, Proner felt the need to hold Leonz. The nosy Proner apparently kept the sand from the desert of Hope. He blew it between the fog so people ran around frantically thinking the sandstorm was getting there.

When the fog disappeared, Emune's group was already far away from the huge gate. The Proner bought three horses for him, Avena and Emune. Leonz with his magic spell had already disappeared towards the west of Orsgadt. Emune doesn't know if she's coming back or not so Emune hugs her tightly and thanks her before the little girl leaves.

A trip to Onykz can be like a tourist visit according to Proner. Slow down and relaxed because they should not attract the attention of residents or guards. He accompanied Emune into a drinking house that became a stopover for a group of traders.

Emune can leave news for Arrand there. Emune only gave one word, “Onykz”, then the messenger tied pieces of leather cloth on the legs of a pigeon. The pigeon flew and shot away towards the east.

He continued his journey to Onykz. Since Olevander only comes at night, Proner takes them to his old house. He only wanted to visit the tomb of his father and mother for a while and they could rest there. Emune agreed. It would be safer to be there because it is closer to the Eimersun region.

“What are you thinking?” ask Proner. He had just returned from an old tree that shaded the graves of his parents in the backyard.

“I was thinking about my friends who were looking for me. Have they reached the gates of Orsgadt? They must be exhausted.” Emune was also tired but her spirit kept her afloat.

“Ah, I'm like a less grateful person. They're so nice. I don't want to burden anyone.”

“You still have me. I should have bowed while talking to you and called you ‘Mr Princess’, huh?”

Emune is weak. “No need, Proner. I am a princess who has nothing. Had I really had a kingdom, I would have raised you as a knight of Orsgadt.”

“Do not worry, I will protect you.” The Proner now has a higher spirit of life because there is a greater purpose than just revenge. Help Emune take Orsgadt from Goenhrad!

“Thank you. I'm glad Leonz's been to Llyohawee. I kept my promise to her mother. Just finish the affairs of Horeen and Avena then I can concentrate on my own duties.”

“Verily Horeen and Avena will be great allies if we face off against Goenhard and his sorcerer.” Logic of course plays into this. Two ordinary humans would not be able to face the witch and her pet dragon.

“I don't want to involve them. It was enough that they had trouble all this time. I'll figure out a way to defeat Goenhrad without causing a big mess and taking a lot of casualties.”

“The magician is the key. I can't imagine if Anthura shows up again. You should ask Olevander.” for help

“Ask fire power or control air?” Emune laughs amusedly. “aku a pure human, just like you.”

“It's good. Sometimes we who are considered weak actually have power, right?”

“If you mean confidence and passion, yes. Ah, I haven't even really mastered martial arts yet, how about to fight with all the awesomeness that Goenhrad has?”

“Yes, that's right. Spirit is what we need most right now,” said Proner. He stood up when he saw Emune standing up. It was as if a blue flame was enveloping the girl.

Emune rubbed her face. He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. He opened his eyes and stood up. “I must have beaten him,” said Emune with passion.

***

Yhourin sighed along with Goenhrad's moans as their bodies stiffened and they reached the peak of enjoyment. The Yhourin nails that scratch Goenhrad's back every time they make love leave red marks.

Goenhrad fell limp beside him but still had time to pull Yhourin closer and****** his lips long ago. “You don't have to keep staring at that window. Orsgadt. Are you not satisfied with me?”

“No. I was just looking at the blue sky,” kilah Yhourin. He was always satisfied to make love to Goenhrad. This large bed was a witness to the turmoil of their passions that never died. He just wasn't calm.

Yhourin kissed Goenhrad's sleeping forehead and came down from the bed with his body covered in a piece of silk. He has to get back to his place. Something kept bothering him. That call.

Yhourin walked down the secret path to the basement. He has to see something. Not yet at the last rung of the stairs, an invisible wave hit him, throwing him against the damp wall and making him fall to the floor. Yhourin held onto her chest that was thumping and then ran to the big table of the wooden stump of a tree.

“Cannot ...impossible,” hisses down.

He placed both hands on the table. “Show me!” it was more like a roar.

A curtain of light appeared on the large table. The colors green, blue and red move up irregularly and then slowly disappear. Yhourin could see a bit of Orsgadt's gate form but nothing but thick fog. It was a fairy deed, sure in the heart.

“No fairy power can send waves like this except the power of Fairy King Dougraff. It cannot exist in the land of man.” Yhourin kicked the table. Nothing looks suspicious other than the fog. He took a little black powder from inside a small bowl and scratched it over his closed eyelids.

Only a moment later did he fall down while covering his face. He muttered three times.

“Orsgadt's heirloom has returned ...”