Romantic Fantasy
Sheet 28: A Journey to Ganache

Fiery, Qerza, and the three Raven brothers glanced here and there, looking for the private stables that Frost meant.

“That's him.” Fable pointed towards a tall wooden board. From behind, there was the sound of horses neighing. “Come we hurry there.”

Everyone nodded in agreement to Fable's words. They don't seem to want to waste precious time on unimportant things. The life of their Lift Mother is in danger.

The boys found ten horses behind the board. They all have the same color: black. ‘Does Father/His Majesty dislike any color other than black?’

“Nona Fiery, I will help you,” says Qerza. He climbed on the horse and extended his hand to Fiery.

Fiery received a helping hand from Qerza and was pulled to sit on a horse.

The three Ravens could only stare awkwardly at them and could only shake their heads. 'In the Palace there is the Father and Mother, outside there is the son of the former Chieftain with the last Cardinal descendants.'

"We must hurry to meet the Father of Mother," said Fable. "That's an allergy often experienced by the tribe of Ganache, New Moon Allergy."

"Is the disease dangerous?" ask Fiery, who seems uninterested.

"Of course it's very dangerous, Miss," replied Qerza. "The New Moon allergy to the Ganache is a terrible disease that can take their lives."

Actually the three Raven brothers did not like the son of the former Chief of the Daffodil Tribe. Somehow they felt the strangeness of the attitude of the girl.

Ash without further ado led the way. He dislikes people who talk a lot but don't act.

Fable and Slate follow their older brother from behind, followed by Qerza and Fiery.

The five of them waded through the night sky and the morning dew that seemed to pierce the skin.

Around them there are no people. The atmosphere was very quiet and silent. Very peaceful and calm. It was precisely this kind of atmosphere that Ash feared.

'Somehow I feel that something will happen soon, ' Ash's inner self.

Sure enough, when Ash slowed down his horse, suddenly the sound of a wolf howl.

Ash looked towards Fable. Fable understood his point.

"Wolf?" whispered Fiery. He was the one who was most afraid of wolves. He had a trauma with that animal.

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid," entertain Qerza.

Fable saw a map of Castleton and Ganache. He slowly thought of a way to dodge the wolves.

'No wonder there are wolves here. These steep cliffs are very suitable to be territorial, ' thought Fable.

Fable looked at the other side of the map, trying to find a road that would be safe for them to go through. He marked a detour behind a cliff. But he knew that the detour must have been a battle arena between the group of wolves and other beasts. Then, he marked a small path. He really is a logistician.

“We will enter through this small road.” Fable pointed towards the map. His friends walked up to him and looked, then nodded their heads. “I'll guide you. Follow me. To here.”

Fable horse racing. He's very relaxed. “Do not worry. When the sun rises, we will exit this forest and enter the border area of Ganache. That is if we do not encounter any difficulties. Pray a lot to Dewa.”

Slate closed her eyes. He focused his hearing on the surroundings. In addition to the sound of horse treads, he could hear the howls of wolves in the distance. The wolves are hunting. He could also hear the deer running. Or, the sound of an owl from a distance.

Slate can also hear the rustling sound of leaves. ‘What was that? Looks like someone is stalking,’ his inner self.

Slate communicates with Ash and Fable through whistles now. They actually have some tricks that are used as a secret communication method.

Ash and Fable looked calm as Slate whistled. They knew it was Morse code, but they also knew they had to be careful of Fiery and Qerza, especially Fiery.

Slate continued to whistle as if chanting a song. He was actually conveying his suspicions towards Fiery.

“Can you stop whistling?” ask Fiery. “It will invite bad things by accident.”

"I'm sorry" Slate replied. "I have a habit of sleeping fast. When I don't get enough sleep, I like to whistle to endure the drowsiness." Turns out he's good at lying.

Ash and Fable actually want to curse, only they still don't react so Fiery and Qerza don't know that it's their way of communicating.

'Why am I worried about Slate? He's pretty smart now. Maybe, we've underestimated it all along, ' thought Fable.

Slate exhaled slowly, inside her head were all sorts of poems and quotes she had written through what she saw, what she heard, and what she felt.

"Life is like a long river, with a meeting between the present and the past" Slate murmured.

Ash who heard it really couldn't bear to hold back his 'art soul. He replied, "In one blink of an eye, the seasons keep changing; from summer to winter, from spring to autumn. But, who would live life if not themselves?"

Slate looked towards her Lift Brother. He smiled, pleased that there was someone who finally understood his concern. "Year by year, I'm always counting the rest of my life. Using a fragile heart to see what's left of this life."

Ash gazed towards the starry sky, he closed his eyes. When he reopened it, his gray eye bead darkened. Not even for the reflection of starlight. "Waiting for the ups and downs, burying the remains of chaotic thoughts, a hundred times the life story is fickle in the dream. Even though, you're still at the end of there, not breaking the path of not seeing me again, being by my side always."

As Ash blinked, his bead turned back to normal. He feels very calm.

Just this time Slate's presence gave her peace of mind in her life. Zinn was right, all this time he and Fable had misunderstood Slate. Their brother is not a burden in their lives, but a partner.

Fable smile. He understood that the relationship of the three of them had finally improved, getting closer and closer.

Fiery and Qerza just silently heard Ash and Slate exchanging quotes.

Qerza was thrilled that Ash, Fable, and Slate finally understood each other. Fiery himself had an unreadable facial expression.