The Legend of Fatality

The sky faded and was gradually replaced by twilight. When the sun glides across the western horizon, its final light is reflected on Charlie in delicate body armor. Then it disappeared, and darkness fell on the earth.

The ground here is rugged, overgrown with weeds, and the low mist covers the ground. Pieces of snow resisted the invasion of spring, but blooming wildflowers herald the coming of spring. There is no road in this wilderness, and Charlie rides slowly. Ten miles behind him, rolling hills gave way to green pastures and farmland, but on the border here, no one set foot on this land. As early as centuries ago, the ancestors of the Burtanians learned this lesson well.

Charlie led his armored warhorse to climb a steep ridge, picking a path through the heather and gorse. Then the two sides descended abruptly. The steep **** was covered with rocks and then disappeared into the fog.

His hair is long and messy, and his cheeks are not shaved, but he exudes an undeniable noble temperament, and his time-honored takeout requires respect. His right hand rested on the hilt of the gorgeous sword in his waist. This is a priceless heirloom, and it is said that the lady personally blessed him. Another much larger sword was tied to his back. This is a practical big sword, very heavy, without any decoration, you can split a person in half with one blow.

At the top of the mountain, Charlie lived his mottled grey warhorse and stared at the West. From his vantage point on the ridge, the land unfolded in front of him like a map.

His eyes were attracted by this vast virgin forest, which is less than a mile away from here. It stretched out in front of him, like an endless dark ocean, and its unfathomable depth contained countless secrets and potential dangers. Even in such a far place, he could feel the power of the forest, a strange and limp limp made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

This is Felwood, a place where nightmares and dreams, magic and mystery coexist.

The edge of its dense forest is like a tall jungle fortress towering into the clouds, extending north and south, without a glance at the end. No tree has deviated from its desolate borders, even the smallest sapling seems to have an invisible force to keep it out of the bay. He knew that the forest would eventually be replaced by the foothills of the Gray Mountains, but from here, it seemed to continue forever. Low clouds covered the tallest treetops, and the canopy disappeared into the mist a few miles away.

The mysterious, dark and intoxicating Felwood Forest has ancient magic, and it has long resonated in the hearts of every child in Burtania. Since childhood, they have grown up in the stories of the mythological world, which tells about the strange but capricious creatures of alien beauty, and the trees that have come alive, naughty mischievous goblins, and the trapping of careless people Evil forest creature. On any night, people can hear the whispers of Felwood Forest whispering from all over Burtania, from the campfires of the lowest farmers to the grand palace of the king himself.

Few people dare to cross the border of this ancient forest, and among those who dare to do so, even fewer come back. Those who manage to find a way out are often found wandering on the edge at dawn, incoherently and irrationally.

In fact, if even a small part of the legend about this virgin forest is true, then this is a place that can only be accessed with extreme caution.

Despite this, Charlie was not afraid because he came here because of the wishes of the patron saint of Burtania.

The initial stars appeared, like small pinholes on the roof of the world. The brightest is the twilight star, dangling in the eastern sky above the forest. This star called "Ms. Grace" is the first star to appear and the last star to leave in the morning.

As long as you guide me, lady, I will follow. Charlie said silently in his heart.

Charlie stayed on the rocky cliff for a while, savoring all the scenes in front of him. He saw a slender stone peak at the entrance. The twilight star shone above it, like a lighthouse.

"Go forward, Garibal," he urged his horse, and then kicked his horse gently. He rode down the ridge and walked towards the evening star of the direction and the looming Felwood forest.

Twenty feet high, the stone is carved with elegant spiral runes, marking the edge of the forest. The ivy clung tightly to its smooth surface, and when it appeared, Charlie felt a strange tingling sensation on his skin.

Garibal stomped his feet, his nostrils widened. Charlie could feel the strong muscles of the warhorse straining, and he grasped the reins tightly.

Charlie used to ride Gallibo's grandfather as a ranger knight when he was young, so he knew the bloodline of this horse. This warhorse is aggressive by nature. Although he was only recently owned by him, he is convinced that she is fearless in battle. He had no reason to doubt this, and he knew that it was unusual for the warhorse to show such anxiety now.

"Calm and brave," he said, stroking its neck.

The warhorse relaxed again under his hands, although he could still feel her excitement. Indeed, he felt it himself.

When Charlie was a child, he was taught not to look directly at the deer or wild boar when hunting, because the animal would instinctively feel the hunter staring at it. Charlie now has the same strange feeling of being watched, a feeling of insects crawling on his skin appears deep in his heart. He felt vulnerable, like a prey locked by an invisible predator.

He looked away from the road stone and scanned the tree line. There was a shadow lurking inside, but he saw no threat. The mist spiraled out of the darkness, and invisible tendrils stretched towards him. It wrapped around his horse's legs, and the horse used his hooves to dig the ground and snorted.

"There's nothing there," Charlie said, as if to convince his horse.

He dismounted and walked a few steps towards the stone. Tall oak trees towered over his head, and their thick branches did their best to break through any force that prevented them from advancing. In the shadow of the forest, it was very cold. There seemed to be a chill in the black soil underfoot. A vague sense of threat rose from the depths of the forest, as if he was dissatisfied with his approach to the forest boundary. When he was a child, he dreamed that one day he could see the legendary kingdom, but when night fell, he stood in front of it, and he doubted whether his wish was stupid.

The night before, he was a guest in the hall of a border earl named Eldega, an elderly nobleman who hosted a banquet for him. But his mission prevented him from staying any longer. When Charlie said his intentions, the whole hall was quiet.

"If I offend others, it was unintentional, I apologize," Charlie apologized sincerely, not sure if he violated the local etiquette.

Count Eldega ignored his apology, but his eyebrows were wrinkled in fear.

"No, of course not," the earl finally broke the awkward silence, "but do you know, Your Majesty, today is the eve of the spring tide?

Charlie frowned and shrugged.

"You don't live in the shadow of the forest, so your incomprehension is forgivable," Count Eldega said. "Even in Lancaster, you must have heard about wild hunting."

"When the barrier to another world disappears, the elven's court will be in the sky? Isn't this just superstition?" Of course Charlie had heard of this legend, but he didn't believe it.

Earl's expression was still grim.

"Although I am old, I will kill everyone who calls me a coward," said Count Eldega. "But, after the evening of the vernal equinox, I dare not go out. No one with a clear mind Will do it. "

"I have to go, this is what the lady meant," Charlie said. "My faith will be my shield against any demons."

"Then I will pray for your soul," Count Eldega responded.

When he stood on the edge of the forest, these words came back to Charlie's mind, and he shivered involuntarily.

"Superstition, nothing more."

He walked toward the slender stone and pulled out the sword of Galamont. He held the old weapon again, and inserted its blade into the damp soil. He knelt on one knee and pressed his forehead to the hilt of his sword blessed by the lady.

"You called me ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ my lady, I have responded," he said. "Please give me a vision and let me know what you want me to do, and I will be happy to do so."

Then Charlie was silent, motionless, praying with his eyes closed. When his breathing became gentle and deep, he felt a deep calm envelope him. All his worries and doubts vanished.

Soon, he felt a figure nearby. He opened his eyes and saw a majestic stag watching him at the edge of the forest. It is huge, even bigger than Garibaldi, and its forked antlers are ten feet long from one end to the other. Its thick winter coat shone ghostly in the shadow of the forest.

Charlie has never seen such a noble creature, he hardly dares to breathe, not sure if this is really or imagined.

It walked into the forest without haste. After about ten steps, it stopped and turned to look at him back and forth. Its intention is clear; it wants him to follow.

Is this the will of the lady, or some trick in the forest, trying to lure him to its territory?

This was not the first time Charlie had such an idea. He wanted to leave the place on horseback and return to his own team to face the Margaritas that invaded Bill Barry. He must belong there?

He shook his head to dispel these doubts. No, there is a reason why the lady brought him here. He has a responsibility to carry this matter through.

He stood up, wrapped his sword, and strangled the reins of the horse. Garibal did not resist, he took her to the edge of the forest, although he could feel her shaking. He stopped by the tree. The huge stag continued to look back at him, waiting.

"Bless the lady and protect your servant," Charlie said, walking into the forest.