《The Land Of Adventurers》Chapter 6
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It feels like an hour or so since my last attempt to knock open the door. She never answered my call only heard feint sweeping noises and occasional sniffling.
Thus began my adventure in this wooden crafted room to see if I can find an escape. Only one bed here and a window that attracted me the most. Peering out the first thing that caught my heart were the walls that towered over the homes within. It wasn't a titan wall that I often see in fantasy mediums, no. My best guess was it's a five story tall wall or more, yet five story tall of stone and mediaeval labour is something to marvel upon.
After a few minutes of seeing men on top patrolling around I returned to my original objective. Speculating the height, I'm sure it was one story fall to the hard dirt ground if I were jump out right now. The innkeeper would notice my escape with in a thud on the ground,that's for sure. Then there's the occasional walkers who noticed me peeping like Tom. Doing an escape at this time would garner the attention of the inhabitants who might alert the innkeeper.
The red marks on my wrist was a great reminder of what I could expect from that woman. At least that's one escape route to have in mind. For the mean time I bided my time inspecting the whole place I was locked in.
A bed of sewn straws with two pillows stuffed with feathers, and that's it... It was a space of hammered wood, planks, and medieval ingenuity. It's sheets and whatnot were not enough for a improvised rope.
I'm stuck here until the innkeeper or Allan, Roland, and Neil does something. So I bided my time for something to happen.
Sitting on a corner I could hear some chattering of several boisterous men, ordering of the local poison, and the innkeeper's own centurion like voice greeting them warmly.
From where I am, the innkeeper's loud voice was reminiscent of my mom's voice. Every time I hear her take orders and laugh with the customers, made my mind and heart rush with adrenaline. My body was well trained to be on the ready to do work when I hear my mother's working voice call out. But... All I could do is tap my feet as I sat and waited... And waited... And waited. Until a pak sound hit the wooden floor, reminiscent of a marble hitting the floor, made me jump up to investigate. It was a pebble.
"You missed, you old dog!"
"You're old! It went in! Didn't you see?"
"That's what she said."
"Would you too bury the hatchet and help with this ladder already!?"
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What? In the middle of the day? Really?
"Ey! What are you guys doing!?"
I picked up the stone they threw and looked out the window.
Three of them lifting the ladder up to my window while a crowd was brewing in front of the Inn.
"Saving the damsel in distress! Or prince in distress at this setup."
Neil spoke out.
"Either one works."
I replied in excitement.
"What about the innkeeper?"
I asked as the ladder then fell on the ledge.
"Taken care of."
Said Roland clapping his hands to remove the dirt.
I could hear the clamour below. All of them calling for a captain and saying the door was barded from the outside and three youngins were setting up a ladder. A loud call of the name Elfien and a thunderous gallop of rage then followed which prompted me to the ladders.
"Elfien, no!"
She shouted as she entered.
"Pull me out!"
And pull me they did. I was almost caught but her hands but was swiped off by the last second.
"Move! Move! Move! The guards are here!"
Allan, single handedly carried the ladder while Roland protected him and Neil clearing path on the rumbling crowd.
"Hey, let me down first!"
It was rickety ride that I held so dear to ladder fearing I might shaken off.
"And how the hell are you carrying me by yourself?"
"Well, powers, you'll get one too but let's get you to the church first before going down."
Replied Allan as they dodged and mazed through the angry jeering crowd and shouting guards.
"Elfien!"
And then, like a booming microphone the four of us, and crowd around us, froze as the Innkeeper jumped out of the window and landing on the ground holding a sword flaring like the sun itself was inside. The townies cheered and applauds as the innkeeper began to gave chase.
"What are you waiting for move!"
I called out to the three below.
"You have the sky give us directions!"
Cried Neil as he sheathed out his own sword and scared the townies in our way. While Roland used his to protect Allan from any guards that managed to reach us.
"Wolololo!"
Screamed Neil as he waved his sword around to the townies that tried to stop him, and if a guard did face him, he somehow defeated them with ease.
The church was on a hill and very visible, no doubt. But sketching a way through was my job now. If we backtracked we could reach a main road and reach it in no time. But the innkeeper was nearing behind us. So, inspecting the alleyways... Take the alleyway on the right. I told Neil.
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"Hold on tight!"
Allan warned as I held dear to this wood and ropes that held this rickety contraption together as it got more shaky when they made a sharp turn and was literally running from their lives.
"Forward, until we reach the end of the alleyway then turn right again! This should lead us to the main street."
I bellowed out as I inspected our destination.
"Let go of him!"
The innkeeper screamed out as she was getting nearer.
"Get him to the church. The innkeeper is here!"
Croaked Roland as he took a stand against the innkeeper.
"Don't wreck yourself."
I bellowed at him.
"Haa!"
The innkeeper dodged.
"Oahhoho!!!"
"Ohh!"
The crowd synchronized; women covered their mouth and men covered their lower part like they felt the pain Roland got as he groveled on the dirt ground hands on crotch.
"Neil! Roland got his sack destroyed! The innkeeper is biting our tail!"
Yelled Allan.
"Is he dead?"
"No, I think."
I responded.
"Unfortunate. Let me try this old lady."
"Don't forget your older."
Remarked Allan as Neil stopped and let us pass.
He took up his sword, twirled it around and made his stand against the thundering innkeeper.
"I see it!"
Said Allan we made it at the end of the alley way and made a tight turn.
There it was, the small stone wall and the humble church that sat on top of the small hill where some women, wearing nun like outfits, and Serafina were pushing opening its oaken door for sanctuary.
"Yeah!!!"
"Onwards captain! Onwards!"
The crowd of townies cheered on as May ran over the groveling Neil who just received the same treatment. Not only that, some children began throwing pebbles at him before some guardsmen stole him away from the crowd. Our eyes met soon after, she was huffing and eyes filled with worry and desperation directed on mine.
"She's catching up!"
I said to Allan.
"Just hold on tight!"
She then drifted herself inside a house where within a few second she sprang out of said house and to a neighboring roof where she continued to leap from roof to roof. She was a few jumps away from me.
"Allan!"
I shouted as I was climbing down.
"Fly!"
He screamed.
"What the f!!!"
He threw the ladder towards the church with me still on it!
"Got you!"
She said as in mid air, pushing my head in her bosom as she took me. Lifting her sword up a beam of magic... Real life magic before my eyes. Despite the oxymoron, this the only thing I could comprehend as a transparent green circle was formed bellow the very tip of our toes carried us. We were swaying down like a lazily feather that fell from an angel's grace. Everything was so surreal when my head is resting on a soft mound of breast, cloth, and warmth whilst the cheer of the civilians who ran to the hill and clapped at our peaceful decent.
The ladder clattered and broke half in front of the church and as for us we gilded down the roof of the church where the transparent green circle disappeared.
I held close to her as I took a second to control my heavy breathing and my wild heart beat.
"Naughty."
She said as she flick my forehead before leaping down.
"My, my. After such a long time you decided to use that power again."
Said Serafina as May landed us in front of the church.
"I will not lose my son again."
She pointed her still gleaming sword at her. The women with Serafina backed off a bit but she was calm and smiled at us.
"U-um... Mom, please don't point your sword at someone... Again."
I tried to mediate.
"I am not the one who's going to do that."
She then held the sword that made gleaming light snuffed out.
"It is him."
An exchange of stares was given until the crowd began clamor on and the women wearing nun like outfits were dealing with them.
"Good day then."
The innkeeper replied as she held my hand with an iron grip and pulled me away from the scene.
"Captain!"
"Dear heavens... Is that your son!?"
"He's alive!"
"The great divine gave a blessing to Ellena again!"
She didn't respond to any of the cheer that the people around gave as she pushed through. Eyes of children, adult and young, looked as if I am a miracle that came back three days after death. I don't know the story of Elfien but seeing some people cry as they attempted to say do you remember me? Tells me he has quite a reputation for such a young boy.
"Captain... What say you on these troublemaker."
A trio of guard went to us and showed us three smiling teens tied, reeks of something rotten, and humbled with thrown tomatoes, carrots, and cabbages... With worms around. Not only that, the public was voicing out; The pit! Night digging! Monster bait! To the guards.
"Talk to O'Brian, not me."
She said as she went on.
"Expect another visit!"
Neil barked out as my friends were being escorted. His smile was drowns by the plethora of faces as May the innkeeper pulls me away.
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