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Sword of the Three Souls
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Continued from Deimos…..
“Eras, Magis, Piyanis!” Serol shouted as he swings his knife at the direction of the five remaining charging Cyclops. Seconds later, all five Cyclops stop charging and remained motionless. Serol then put away his knife back into the small scabbard hanging on his belt as he slowly walks towards Tharg whom has landed on the ground a short distance away from the first Cyclops that Serol killed.
“I see you are indeed powerful as the legend says.” Tharg commended as Serol walks over and pull Tharg out of the ground. At that moment, all five Cyclops falls onto the ground in two halves. They have been sliced in two by Serol’s knife. Blood slowly flows out onto the ground surrounding the bodies of the Cyclops party.
“I think we have enough distractions already. Time to continue on to Path Lark Icur.” Serol declares as he hangs Tharg on his back.
“Not going to happen.” Tharg said. “We have company.”
Serol senses the danger and jumped out of the way of huge sword flying in his direction. “That was close!” Serol sweared as he landed a distance away from when the huge sword landed while looking around the area searching for the location of this new unknown enemy.
“As expected from the Legendary Dragon Warrior Serol Dragan W.D Tiamat.” a voice coming from above of Serol. Serol instinctively looks up into the sky, but sees only the empty blue skyline. Without hesitation, Serol quickly jumps away as a figure suddenly appears in front of him.
“Who are you?” Serol asked as he land several feet away from the small figure who is wrapped in a dark bloody red cloak with a hood hiding the face from been seen by Serol.
The hooded figure did not answer and walk towards the huge sword and pulls it out with relative ease as the sword is obviously bigger than the wielder. Suddenly the sword shrinked to form a mini size sword and hanging on a bloody red chain. The hooded figure then hooked the chain around the neck before turning and facing Serol who is staring at the figure with caution.
“I am here to warn you that the journey to Path Lark Icur is not going to be easy, even for the last Dragon Warrior.” the figure spoke in a serious tone.
“Is that what you are going were going to tell me?” Serol quipped. “If you know that I am a Legendary Dragon Warrior, did you think that I wasn’t in a life or death situation before?”
The hooded figure raise it’s right hand and utter an incantation. A white glow slowly radiates from the palm of the hand then slowly dissipates leaving a rusted metal piece which looks like the handle of a key.
“The journey to Path Lark Icur is beyond what people think.” the hooded figure explained while throwing the rusted metal handle of a key towards Serol who grab it with his right hand.
“I have a map.” Serol says pulling out a map given to him by the King Cers.
“Yes, the map you are holding will lead you to Path Lark Icur, but it will be the last you will ever see of it before you get overwhelmed by the powerful energy void that surrounds Path Lark Icur. My people call it The Dark Wind……” but before the hooded figure could finish, Serol interrupts.
“Ok, enough. What makes you think I am going to listen to you? And what is this rusted metal thing?” Serol asked showing the rusted metal key handle.
The hooded figure turn away, and slowly walks away from Serol. “It would seem my words will not get to you, however, I know who will.”
“And who do you think I will listen too?”
“Gargan W.D Bahamut.” the hooded figure answered before a swirling portal appears in front of the hooded figure. As the hooded figure disappears into the swirling portal. “Gargan said that he will be waiting for you at the door to the Route of the Ancients.” the hooded figure’s voice echo’s as the swirling portal disappears from existences.
Serol was taken aback by the name the hooded figure had mentioned before disappearing into the swirling portal.
“What are you doing?” Tharg suddenly broke it’s silence. Serol then slowly regained his senses.
“Nothing, I think we have to make a detour.” Serol said. “We need to find the way to the door of the Route the Ancients.”
Tharg isn’t amused at what Serol just told it. “Are you crazy? You are listening to that unknown person?”
“Trust me on this. If Gargan sent her to me, then I am certain Gargan will be waiting for me at the door to the Route of the Ancients.” Serol assured. However, Tharg isn’t convinced, but felt that it should trust Serol for now.
“And how you know the person is a her?” Tharg asked.
“She must be my daughter.” Serol replied in a sad tone. “Was my daughter”
Tharg is surprise at Serol’s admission , but chooses not to question any further as it does not want to upset Serol. He still has to rely on Serol to help him continue on his journey to find his rightful master.
“Then, where shall we start?” Tharg ask Serol who was wiping away a tear that flowed onto his cheek. “If we can’t just enter Path Lark Icur , less we want to be overwhelm by some unknown energy.”
“We might get a clue to the whereabouts of the door leading to the Route of the Ancients at the largest city in the world.” Serol answered in a definite tone. “The Floating City of Skyloon.”
to be continue by Quickening of Shadow Pimpernel(Tagged)
Well, if anyone wants me to continue till the end without the hassle of tagging anyone, then please contact me. I will post a different story in my experimental story related blog which is still in experimental stage. 
