Ciarto Chronicles 11After traversing the steep mountains, Ralian, Lorel, and Lucille had finally reached their destination: Talaria City, or the City of the Winged Heels. The city itself is situated on top of a steep cliff of the mountain of the same name. It is best known for several things in particular: scenic views of the Chasm Valley below, Talarian ale, and airships.
Lucille was enthralled by the view and the sight of airships flying overhead. Lorel, on the other hand, has been to Talaria before, resulting in a not-as-enthusiastic-as-Lucille expression. Ralian was looking forward to the ale more than the view.
With their next destination, Fairfen, being far away, Lorel suggested that they take the airship, which is the reason for their visit to the city. With Ralian's money, buying his own airship would be no problem.
After a little sightseeing, Lorel led the group to the shipyard.
"His name is Sir Edward Airship," said Lorel. "Long story short, he's the only man to talk to if you want an airship."
Ciarto Chronicles 10"Hold it right there, Ralian Ciarto!" said a voice that echoed through the mountain pass. Ralian's two companions turned their backs to see the owner of the voice but saw nothing. Ralian himself, on the other hand, simply stopped and looked straight in front of him.
"Who are you?" Ralian asked in a vexed voice. "I have no time to play games."
In front of him appeared a robed person. As the wind blew, the robe flew away, revealing a feminine figure, a bit younger than either Lorel or Lucille. She stood in front of the three, bearing a proud posture, demanding attention. Her face and hair are covered in black cloth.
"It doesn't matter who I am," she said. "Because you are going to die."
With a swift reflex, he pulled the sword from the sheath of his belt and parried the incoming attack from the assassin. Lorel didn't even see it coming and was sent aback in shock. She too instinctively pulled out her sword. On the other side, Lucille raised her staff.
"Stay out of this," said Ralian to t
Ciarto Chronicles 9Lorel ran as fast as she could. She paid no heed to the exhaustion trying to sink her body to the ground. As the sweat on her forehead instantly turned cold against the wind, all she could think of at the moment was to run... or die...
Are they gaining on us? gasped Lucille, who was running not far behind Lorel. How much more to the end of the forest?
Keep moving and don't waste your breath, said Ralian, whose voice wasnt of someone who is out of breath. These wood fiends have unending stamina within the shadows of this forest. Once we get out, they cant get to us.
The forest air was heavier, which made breathing a little bit difficult. Despite this, Lorel and Lucille gasped for as much air as possible to fuel their escape from the wood fiends. Hearing their jeering cries from behind didnt strike fear into their hearts, though, but annoyance.
As the cries from the wood fiends drew closer, Lorel, by instinct, had to take