Eleanor would
never know how long it took her to convince Orval to ride in the howling wind
but she did make it at the end. Finally Orval bent his mighty legs as though
inviting her to get on his back and so she did right before she could clutch
Orval`s thick mane Orval (who was still not in the best mood) ran toward the
door that led out of his big stable Eleanor a bit franticly grabbed Orval`s
mane just in time to stop Orval from running into the door but she didn't`t do so
instead she whispered the words: “Vasciouns Vagrid” and suddenly the large oak
door disappeared as speedily as light. Narrowly Orval galloped a curve toward
the big door. Eleanor repeated the spell and the large wooden gate disappeared.
Out they were riding against the wind Eleanor bent down to try to avoid the
wind as much as possible. Orval also seemed to bend in the wind although he was
so big. As fast as the wind allow them they galloped out of the small village toward
the dark and spine-chilling forest, the tree-tops almost not to be seen in the
dark night. The moon was covered by dark clouds. After what seemed like forever
she and Orval had reached the beginning of the gargania wood. Already the
beginning of the wood was dark and full of bewildered plants and roots Eleanor didn't go slower she did the exact opposite she went faster the wind didn't
howl anymore and was less aggressive and on the other hand she knew the forest
like the back of her hand. Orval also knew exactly when to jump over large and
thick roots or when to duck his head when low branches were up ahead. But a
sudden movement that made Orval trip over a dark root from a massive tree,
luckily Orval didn`t fall completely but only on his knees. Shocked of the abrupt stop Eleanor fell
forward now clambering on his neck. “Easy Orval. We both should rest.” Orval laid his ears back in a disapproving
way as though he was sure that something was wrong. Suddenly Eleanor realized
that her eyes were so heavy that she could have fallen asleep instantly. “Why
don`t we stay here for the night”, Skillfully Eleanor started to build a
campsite for the night Arvid had taught her when she was little. Remembering
that moment of happiness and joy made her stomach lurch and her eyes teary but
Eleanor held her tears back if she wanted to restore peace she couldn’t show
any sign of weakness. Orval squinted into the darkness but he didn't notice a pair of emerald green eyes watching them uninterruptedly
Edric
The sound of footsteps echoing in a hall
woke Edric from his doze. Astonished he lift his head from a book that lay on
his desk made of the wood of a strong Mahogany tree. He rubbed his head full of
platinum blond hair, Edric had not realized that he had fallen asleep. Groggily he
closed the book and put it on the pile of thick books that mounted beside him.
Blearily he crossed the dark room where the only sources of light were an oil
lamp and the mysterious moon looming in the sky. The moonlight shone through
the tall archive windows. Edric liked the library. The smell of the old wood, the
wooden floor and the look of the tall shelves and walls. The old books that had
been preserved for hundreds of years. None of his family members nor
friends understood why he liked to spend so much time in the old and dusty
place. But Edric saw more than that in the library. To him it was a gateway
to the world. A world that would have been so much smaller without the
knowledge captured and conserved for generations to come. All this knowledge
was preserved in books. For a moment Edric stopped and just gazed into the
moon. His clear and secretive icy blue eyes reflected the stunning landscape
right before him. Gorgeous rolling hills and lakes spread across a land full
of mystic and legend. The lakes were nearly fully frozen, and the hills covered
in a fine layer of snow. The snow and ice twinkled in the mystic moonlight.
Suddenly a voice emerged from the open door, Edric flinched. He turned around
to see an old man with grey and unruly hair stood at the door. He had a long
beard that was very unkempt. His robes long and black with the emblem of a
white eagle that had a mouse in its long golden beak on the sleeves. Edric thought it was a very intimidating emblem. You could see that the old man didn’t really take care of
himself anymore but his saving grace for respect were his clear green eyes.
“Pardon me your royal highness, with all respect I recommend you get some
sleep. You haven’t slept properly in days.” Edric looked straight into the old
man's eyes “I appreciate your concerns about my wellbeing, but it isn’t
necessary. I can take care of myself.” Edric said in a cool voice. Cayden's
lips curled with displeasure and his eyes looked as though he wanted to spray
venom. But Edric was a Raghnoson and his prince so he kept his mouth shut.
Gracefully Cayden departed from the room shutting the wooden door behind him.
Almost remotely Edric took a book bound in calf leather out of one of the tall
mahogany bookshelves. The title of was engraved with gold into the calf-skin.
The Sihiria. The last magic tribe Edric thought to himself. Full of awe he
touched the soft leather with his fingertips. The book was very handsome and
well preserved. With his drowsiness forgotten he excitedly yet carefully
carried the book to the desk.
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