The new year is here and we continue where the story of Crestoria.
Kingdom of Crestoria! 15
Around the crater animals have started to act strangely. There are rabbit likes critters hopping around with green flashy eyes surrounded by this dark misty that sticks close to the fur and bodies. Most birds have fled the surrounding area but a few got caught up in the fog and are circling around the hole the strange figure has shown itself.
It clearly wasn’t a dream, the vision Duncan had was a real time look over a large distant. Showing his connection with the evil that had risen from the ground and also might well be the reason why he was chosen to be the Hero. In his mind he had still a lot of questions as to why just him and not four as how it was the first time around.
What could be so different this time and what is Scowler after, it felt he was holding something out of his explanations. Duncan just walked with his eyes looking down on the carpet that stopped right before he entered a door.
He had no idea where he was taken to and what this surprise would be, though somewhere he had chills that left him filled with something dangerous was about to happen.
What the hell is with this land, Island, country. How much bigger is the planet. He scream with his head held high and tensing up his arms and fists. The war cry entered the large arena of which the door had just opened up and the answer was an over whelming roar that would shake up anybody enough to wet their pants.
The wave had the hairs of Grub flutter violently held by their roots.
Infront was a stadium a fighting arena with soldiers and other people screaming and shouting. IN the middle of the sandy grounds stood the princess. Her dress was replaced by an armour. Not as flashy for a princess but battered and used, dented and scratched. The leather straps hold it all together over a simple tight short made of the same leather.
Her hand was stretched out pointing a sword to Duncan who just took two steps back. All nerves and muscles in his body screamed to run away. Who cares where as long as I would not be towards her.
The crimson hair braided sweeps around as she has the crowd rield up even more with a roar of her own.
“You heard him, he is here. The battle cry of our Hero.”
Before Duncan could even step further away he was pushed into the arena on a waiting bench near the entrance. On it were some armour scattered and many different swords, daggers, spear rested against the stone wall.
“Grub you call this is a surprise party?”
to be continued…