NOVEL NEXT Chapter 93: Run
Knagslot didn't quite know what came over him but he looked at the creatures besides him and suddenly said " Wow!, such a fascinating sword".
The bigger fox pointed to the table and knagslot
walked towards it, very startled at himself for speaking with an animal - a wild one!, and it responding. Wasn't it bravo!. He walked over to the table and started to search for something, he didn't actually know what he was searching for, but he knew he would find something. He finally saw a picture of a man, average heighted with long- bushy beards and owl shaped eyes. He sat on a chair, wearing a black suit - long, in an ancient style and a big brown boots. He had long straggly brown hairs and appeared to be raffish and untidy in appearance. There was a name on the picture written by ink by the bottom.
" Uni chatt, the last crow's swordsman", knagslot read out loud. And like a answer to his words- although not a question. A flight of crows flew into cottage through the windows, in a mass quantity. Knagslot ducked and used his hands to cover his head. They kept flying inside in vast quantities, each with cries - each peculiar in their own nature. The creatures were scared as they hid behind the shelves. The Crow's soon started singing as they flew inside- in their ear piercing voices, they kept singing. Knagslot almost screamed, he was frightened, feathers fell like foliages in him. They kept flying inside, it seemed as though the cottage would not contain them any longer. They flapped - their feathers a rhythm - ringing. An eerie atmosphere engulfed the cottage, frightening, almost horrifying. They wouldn't stop, their feathers raining down like snow - drifting with a sort of unconscious mind of it's own. It kept on going, a sort of party, an outre razzmatazz filled the air - uncensored, raw. It engulfed the ambience, scary - terrifying - wild….
…. knagslot finally let out a shout.
Three….
A party with crows
It was loud and piercing and that made the crows to stop. Their eyes were on him, he peered at them and felt uneasy. The crows still eyed him, their gaze unfriendly. Knagslot felt like he was in trouble, the foxes and vixens whimpered and stared at knagslot, obviously looking up to him to take action.
A crow, big with blood shot eyes that carried a sort of royal commanding demeanor flew slowly forward to where knagslot was. It frowned and knagslot moved back in fear, watching the crow's everymove. The crow kept coming forward and knagslot kept moving backwards, dreading it's every move. The other crows stared on with their crotchetiness, frown also on their faces.
The crow with the royal commanding demeanor wore a scar behind his eyes - a permanent scar, shaped stylishly, in a quite unnoticeable way, of a crow.
" Ka… ka … kaaaaaaa!", the crow blurted.
Knagslot was bemused, he honestly couldn't understand or comprehend what the crow had just said.
" Ka?", knagslot finally blurted, in an uncertain tone.
The crow's beak shifted in what seemed to be a smile ( a smirk really), horrid and resembling that of a gargoyle. It moved backwards and pointed at knagslot with it's feathers, the other crows suddenly wearing a smirk also. They all laughed, something that didn't seem like laughter, rather seeming like a cry- a sort of muddled derivation - another version of laughter ( something like that).
The bigger crow clapped it's feathers and moved backwards in a cool stance. The foxes and vixens broke into laughter, laughing and rolling on the floor hysterically. They were soon halted by slaps - quick, brisk - unexpected!. Silence followed and the crow returned to it's previous act.
It moved forward, backwards and raised it's neck up. The wind swirled preposterously, like having been pinched by madness. Swirling, round and round, the crows took to position and clapped - in unison. Knagslot couldn't help but to take a seat and watch the preternatural scene. They clapped with a rhythm, and knagslot soon started to nod his head to it.
" Ka...….!", the royal commanding crow started in an abrupt manner, jerking all force of reality out of the cottage.
" Ka….!, ka…..!, ka...!", the other crows followed.
The foxes and vixens soon seated themselves on the floor and stared at the concert, utterly shocked.
The cottage boomed with this unknown, weird drum beat, coupled with a piano beat also - inseen- and from nowhere.
They began: ( to the astonishment of knagslot and even the foxes and vixens).
Ravens. carry the burden
To spook, to terrify- sudden!
A gaze, a phase- amaze!
Intense, breathing - a chase.
The room was taken by a blazing torrent of ferocious wind. Sweeping the dusts up it's feet and sending to the direction of the crows.
The Royal commanding crow:
We crows carry a message
To spook?, terrify? - no! - a lineage.
We fight - forces of evil
All our enemies marvel
You'll be breathtaking
No Mistaking
We are a force, of ancient lost
No matter the cost.
You're a true born seed
We must declare indeed.
The others:
Ephemeral hopes, lingers in the graves
A scrounging grace - indeed no one will ever face.
You are the one, a real trueborn!
Tenderly spoken, even though your father is gone .
Because only death....
Except....
Only death brings a new lord- a trueborn seed
To the crows creed!
Lightning struck the cottage, yet it didn't destroy anything. Knagslot shuddered, he googled at the crows. Their bloodshot eyes gazing at him intently, with a keen interest. Knagslot shuddered, the foxes and vixens shuddered also, the cottage became dark, very dark. Light shimmered at the center of the cottage - dark, the shadows of the crows stretching on the walls - frightening things, their shapes all bent and scraggly.
Knagslot was utterly confused. He stood up, his mouth quivering, the atmosphere dense, thick and foggy.
" What's all this about?", he asked in his little and soft voice.
The bigger crow smiled. " You're welcome my boy, and I'm sirderion by the way", it said in a thick and husky voice.
" Ok, how can you speak?", knagslot asked.
" That's quite complicated little boy", sirderion said.
Knagslot swallowed a lump of saliva. " You didn't answer my question earlier".
The crow laughed - short and quick. " This is about you", it replied.
" Me?".
" Yes my boy, you".
" How?".
"Centuries ago, lords, witches, emperors, swordsmen, wizards and human -like beasts came together to form an organization, a sort of firm that dealt with battles and crimes and stuffs of the inner world, of different realms . They used two birds - crows and ravens as their symbols and possessed their powers. They fought evil and did good even though it required them doing bad and soiling their hands in dark magic, their aim was to do the right thing. They were actually called the raven's and crow's creed. They existed for quite long and lived in peace until…", the crow paused now, wearing what looked like a sombre look on it's face. The other crows also carried the look on their faces.
The crow continued: " … some members of the creed, mainly the ones with raven powers started to sacrifice innocent people and do other bad things just for their selfish interest. To cut the whole story short, they split, the ravens members creating their own group. It is called the raven's creed, an evil and deadly group mainly created for evil.
" The crows remained, changing their name to the crow's creed and were bent on doing good. So boy, we have many sections and we are recruiting you, in order for you to have a home. We are calling you to work and become one of us, to be part of the kradion's creed."
Knagslot was startled. " But I'm only a boy".
The crow laughed, again short and quick. " But you posses a rare quality more than boy can attain".
" What do I now".
" Ka…!, ka….!, ka!....", boomed the other crows.
The speaking crow smiled. " Then follow us".
Before knagslot could reply, a fierce wind blew into the cottage, intense, a wolf howled, crickets screamed. The sagacity of unreality prevailed and..
… a red flaming lightning struck the cottage, this time destroying the roof. The atmosphere became peevish and the feathers of the crows oscillated in the cottage.
It happened rather too immediately, before a word, a gap, a gasp, a…
… Zilch.
Four….
The maze of lundelore
The circling of crows in the skies and the howling of wolves made it gritty and dark. The sky was dark and rumbling, a shade almost near darkness. The deserted area of tall complex walls made it daunting to look at.
A spirit glass ( something like that) cascaded down, a loud lightning striking simultaneously as the former came. Knagslot, the foxes and vixens and the crows plunged forward in a frenetic movement, jolting censoriously down. Knagslot rolled from a fall, slightly bruised from the act. He dusted his clothes and his eyes were suddenly wide open.
He was standing in fron
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