Starting up where last week left off, we find Kyo and Islyn swiftly pursuing the fleeing soldiers they have conquered. Today’s post begins with Kyo’s perspective . . .
He was running hard, his heart pounding, when he remembered his horse. One shrill whistle brought the loyal beast galloping towards him. Trained well. Kyo noted as he snatched the saddle horn and yanked himself upward. Behind him he heard the flapping of giant wings too bright and beautiful, it seemed, to be of his world.
But he wasn’t focused on the surprising fact that his ‘spy’ had wings. He had a mission. And his full focus was enveloped within it. Eleven soldiers and their angry commander needed captured. Urging his horse faster, Kyo glimpsed only the colors, greens, browns, and blues, of the world as he charged through it. The pounding of earth to hooves beat to the rhythm of his racing heart. When he saw the first two soldiers fleeing for all they were worth, Kyo raised his sword.
The slash of glistening metal against the currents of the air, the startled cry of a soldier struck in the arm, the clattering hooves that carried him to the second victim. Kyo barely glanced back as the soldiers behind him. He only heard Islyn’s victory cheer as he charged for a third enemy. Huge wings swooshed past his horse, flicking up dust as she dove for the ground. Under the hold of two dazzling wings, Islyn drew back her bow. Two more soldiers staggered as her arrows found their marks.
The open road leading to a deep red sunrise splayed out before Kyo and his horses. Fresh morning air whizzing through his hair and into his nostrils caught at his heart. And that was when he felt it. The freedom of his choice. The realization he was exactly where he was meant to be. Islyn soared down from above splaying out two more arrows. Kyo dove in after her, capturing another guard to the world of unconsciousness.
He was a warrior. A young, yet skilled warrior. And he was going to protect his people. The flash of pink above him caught his attention. Islyn squealed in excitement as she caught his gaze for a second before diving after another soldier.
He nodded, half to himself, half to her.
“For Shlavo and our freedom.” He murmured. Raising his sword above his head, charging even faster than before, one small story that he’d always taken for granted slipped into Kyo’s mind. But it wasn’t just any story. It was a legend that he suddenly found very intriguing.
It didn’t take us long to defeat the enemies! Hahaha! So much for never-getting-free-in-a-thousand-ballon-days!
I let out a laugh of excitement at the thought. We were free. Free indeed.
The two of us met for a victory cheer in the middle of the forest we’d stayed in. Gazing at the twelve unconscious and captured men, I told Kyo the oil would keep them out for awhile. Plus, when they came to, they wouldn’t remember us. I wasn’t quite sure how far it would wipe their memory, however I assumed it would only be a couple days. The time I’d drank the stuff, wondering what it was, I’d only forgotten twenty four hours.
We left them there, collected another horse, and headed on toward the capital happy and victorious. And somewhere in the chaos and exhaustion of the battle, Kyo found his crazy side.
“That was super amazing!” His voice lit up with excitement, his face shining with energy. “Think about it. Me, an untrained warrior,. You, an outsider. Together seeking how to save our countries.” Kyo chuckled excitedly. “We single handedly just escaped jail. After that we defeated a whole passel of guards! Oh yeah!” He whooped for the pure joy of it. Eyes alight, he clenched his hands in victorious fists above his head startling some birds in the path before us. “Islyn, we are gonna be unstoppable! They don’t know what’s coming! We are gonna save the world.”
My heart and throat laughed as his joyful words but all I could do was chuckle in agreement as we turned in a bend on the quiet, wooded road.
“And Islyn. There’s a legend, an ancient legend about Shlavo. When the country first started an ancient prophet prophesied this.”
“A prophet prophesied?” I teased him crazily.
“Islyn.” He rolled his eyes making laugh. “Yes, a prophet prophesied. And he said that in a future time the country of Ahlavo would be known because of something amazing happening in it. An outsider, like you, and an untrained warrior, kinda like me, would, through wisdom, save the country! It’s weird because they shun outsiders and every warrior of here is trained to the dot. So the fact those two opposites would save it is unthinkable. But Islyn, that’s us, saving Shlavo. We’re gonna succeed. I’m sure of it!”
A chuckle escaped my lips at his crazy words. But I just nodded, “That’s really a legend?”
“That’s really a legend.”
Maybe it was his cheery, strong ora or the twelve tied up guards hidden in the woods behind us or perhaps it was just the excitement of the chocolate cookie I had found in one of the bags, but I believed his words with every fiber of my being. It seemed impossible for us not to save the little panda and our countries. After all, we were legend in the making.
And that, my dear friends, is the end (for now) of this long collection of posts!
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