well here is chapter 7. i hope im not wasting my time writing this. please if you read this comment on it.

Chapter 7.

Earen saw that cold face, looking at him with those piercing eyes. He was about to stab Earen with his deadly blade, but a flash of red and black flew at the cold man and he jerked awake. He sat up, darkness still around him until he remembered about his cloak and pulled it from off his head. The sun had just peeked into the cave they had stopped at the night before. He had asked Fierl many questions last night but only one was answered. He went back in his memories and thought about last night. They had stopped after a good hour of riding, and the sun had just begun to set. Earen had been riding into the night the last couple of nights so they decided to stop early. They set up camp in the cave sheltered from the wind and the light fall of rain and he made a fire for the first time in a long while. Earen dried all of his belongings off and was in high spirits. He and Fierl ate a warm supper in which it took 5 attempts to get the meal to Fierl’s satisfaction. After the warm meal rested in there stomachs, Earen tried to pry out answers from Fierl but only one question was answered.

“Fierl, can you see the future?” Earen asked, trying to get at least one answer to his shipfull of questions.

“Yes, now go to sleep young one” Fierl said. Earen’s number of questions doubled after he got one answer. Earen was brought back to reality by Syril nudging him softly with her snout.

“Oh sorry girl, let me get your food. Wow ‘young one’. I wonder how old he really is” Earen said to himself as he strapped on the bag of oats. After a hot breakfast and not seeing Fierl, he actually didn't want to leave the cave and go out into the cruel world.

“COME ON ROCK HEAD!” The yell sounded through his head and he rubbed his temples to sooth the ringing. Earen gathered up his pack and put his cloak on. He doused the fire and walked out leading Syril.

“No need to yell Fierl” he said in his mind, staring at the innocent look of the werecat. Earen hopped up onto Syril and looked around. The road went along a small river and lush green was on either side of the dirt road and Rocks dotted here and there. A light mist was on the land, like a blanket a giant would use. They rode along the path, until they came to a bend in the path. They slowly rode around the corner fearing ambush, but none came. They continued cautiously but soon feared ambush no more. Earen began humming a merry tone, until Fierl quieted him with his mind.

“I can sense a few people ahead, so slow down and be ready” Fierl warned. Earen continued humming but his hand went to his sword and he pulled on the reigns a bit. As they continued on, three forms were visible in the mist. When they rode closer Earen saw them clearly. The one on the left was a young woman, just as pretty as any other girl. She had a hard expression on her face and she wielded a bow and had an arrow knocked. She had little armor and could be easily taken out. Her eyes caught his attention only for a second, like they had changed, but they looked normal. The middle one was an old man, who by the looks of his scars had seen his share and many other’s share of fighting. He held a staff and had no armor. The last on the right was a young man, about Earen’s age if Earen was a human. He had a large sword and he was leaning it on his shoulder.

“You shall not pass here without a tax. We will be generous and say 50 pieces of gold” the woman said, the others chuckling.

“Seems a little high, but tell me, have you ever even seen that much money? They stopped laughing and scowled at Earen. That flash went across the woman’s eyes again, but Earen dismissed it.

“Do not take us lightly traveler. We will kill you” said the old man with a voice like gravel. Earen drew his sword and it glinted in the dim sunlight. The three did not waver, so Earen jumped off Syril and landed with a thud. The woman drew her arrow back, and the young man hefted his blade into a battle stance. With lightning speed Earen ran and jumped at the man with the sword. Earen expected to feel the jolt and a clang of a block but he felt his sword connect with flesh. The man had swung over Earen and Earen’s blade cut through his side like butter. Earen turned around, and blocked the arrow with inhuman speed. Earen slid to a stop and charged at the man, drawing Leana’s sword. Earen felt a burst of energy in his palm from the Ter~ailil. His sword started to glow red and as he stabbed the man, the sword went all the way through and blew a hole in his chest. Earen stopped and the body slid down his arm and down the sword to the ground. The woman started shaking and her eyes flashed. They stayed this time and saw that they were purple. She let out a long wolves howl, and she started growing white fur everywhere. She grew bigger, until standing in front of Earen was a white 15ft tall wolf. Her mouth dripped gallons of slobber as she bared her teeth and growled. It ran at Earen and he jumped to the side but the dog caught his arm in the wolf’s death grip. Earen rammed his free fist down on the nose of the wolf and his whimpered as he heard a sickening “crunch”. The wolf let go, and Earen looked at his arm. He felt for any poisons but felt none so he healed the wound. His hand crackled with electricity as he charged up his magic. Soon it was glowing faintly red. Earen dodged the wolf’s attacks and kept charging the attack. Soon it was a deep red and Earen fired it at the wolf’s mouth as it came towards him. Sound seemed to disappear as the lightning was launched and waves of energy rippled as the attack hit the wolf’s mouth. As the ripple hit him, Earen flew back about 30ft. As he landed he felt a break in his arm and he faded into darkness.

Earen woke up, his head and arm throbbing. Fierl’s fierce red cat eyes stared into his, and he sat up. He looked around, and the wolf’s head was gone and chunks of flesh lay scattered. The old man had been killed by the energy waves. Earen suddenly turned to the side and he threw up. He washed his mouth out with some water and checked out his arm. His lower arm bone pushing against the skin and two fingers were bent back enough that they were broken.

“It seems I need to teach you how to use your newfound powers. The Ter~ailil gave your magic a boost so I will help you train.” Fierl said hopping off Earen as he got up. Earen rubbed his head and felt dried blood caked on his head. Earen took his time in healing his arm, fingers and head, taking small breaks to rest. Fierl waited patiently for Earen, cleaning his paws. Exhausted, Earen slowly climbed onto Syril. After about an hour of traveling, Earen pulled the reigns. He slumped off Syril and his back slide down against a tree with a soft thump when he sat on the mossy ground. Fierl jumped into his lap and purred softly as Earen fell into a deep sleep.

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