The Legend of Fatality

Riding a horse through the forest is like having a dream. Charlie urged Garibal to run for several hours between the tall trees with silver-white bark. He needed to bow his head from time to time to avoid the fallen branches, lean forward on the saddle, or watch the mighty The war horse crossed the fallen log. At these times, the red and blue cloak rippled behind him.

Behind them, the winter-colored cloak rolled over, and the forest elves under the cloak followed Charlie in incredible pace. For the time being they seemed to tolerate Charlie's following, although they were even reluctant to admit his existence.

The white deer galloped tirelessly forward through a winding path in the forest. The huge firs were replaced by bare birch and yew, and these trees were replaced by holly oak and ash.

They passed through the ruins covered with ferns and twisted tree roots. The ruins were full of crumbling ruins, but Charlie marveled at one of the pale stone towers, which rose like a needle in the ruins and disappeared into the crown of the tree. in. They walked through the arches of two huge trees whose trunks were entwined with each other like a pair of lovers.

Somewhere, Charlie glimpsed a wide and turbulent river, half-covered by weeping willows on both sides, but the stag's route deviated from the river and turned to a direction that might have been north or south; Charlie's sense of direction was completely taken Confused.

Sometimes, when the green sky above his head opened, Charlie could glimpse the constellation above him, but instead of finding a new direction, he became more confused. In some places, the silver moon seems to be higher in the sky than before, as if the time is going backwards, while at other times, he can't even recognize the shapes of the flashing celestial bodies.

Charlie is proud of his understanding of the celestial constellation. He used the light emitted by the celestial body to guide him through the northern continent, and he also sailed to the southern continent by observing the constellation. So he thought it might be more disturbing than any other spectacle he saw tonight.

They quickly traversed the smooth valleys and narrow canyons, as if the hunters of the forest goddess were still chasing their footsteps, although Charlie had not seen them for hours. But the screams of the winter maid can be heard from time to time in the distance.

They passed by a huge gray-green statue, a bare-chested forest elf, a hundred feet high, with bifurcated hoofs and antlers extending from his forehead. It was carved on a protruding rock pillar beside the icy spring water, covered with ivy and moss. Charlie looked away as each elf warrior passed by, making a gesture of abandonment, or perhaps a gesture of respect. Charlie couldn't tell from their expressions.

For a while, thousands of glowing flower fairies drilled out of trunks and ferns and joined them. The flower fairy once attached to Charlie hovered over his shoulder, a pair of tattered wings swaying vaguely. She wore shiny plate armor, imitating Charlie's appearance, with a serious expression on her tight, small face. She held a small spear under one arm, a floating ribbon pennant hanging at the tip, and a shield on her left arm with a face on it, as if a man was talking incessantly A torrent of leaves and ivy spouted from his mouth.

Finally, the white deer finally slowed its uninterrupted pace and stopped on a protected glade on the frozen river bank. The forest elves dispersed again, and many of them returned to the branches ghostly. Others stood nearby and jumped lightly onto the snow-covered boulders. They squatted there, holding bows in their hands, alert to danger. Once they are still, they are almost invisible; even those who are in the open space, once they put the cloak on their shoulders and lower the hood, they are almost invisible.

The white stag knelt on the snow, allowing the veiled lady to slide off its shoulders. Gusros was picked up from the deer's back by the leader of the elf warrior, and gently placed it on the cape's cloak, which he spread out at the lee of a pile of rocks. The injured forest elf still wears antlers headdress.

Charlie pulled the reins of Garibal and slid off the saddle. He walked to the elven leader kneeling beside Gucerus to examine his wounds.

"How is he?" Asked when Charlie approached.

His words were ignored, but Charlie could see that the green and black tendrils under the skin of the unconscious soldier had spread. His eyes were deep and there were dark circles around him. He still held his huge, huge hunting horn tightly to his chest, even in a coma.

For a moment, Charlie wasn't sure if the forest elf was still breathing, and he worried that the crazy ride had killed him. Then he saw the weakest breath in the air around the forest elf's nose. At least for now, the forest elf is still alive.

"I want to pray for him." Charlie said. The elf leader next to him grunted ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ seemed to have acquiesced, and Charlie turned to stand at the foot of the injured soldier.

He pulled out the sword of Galamont, turned the handle of the sword over, inserted the tip of the sword into the snow, and knelt before the sword. He ignored the flower fairy who was kneeling in the snow beside him, imitating every movement of him, and closed his eyes.

He was immersed in prayer and did not hear the voice of the veiled lady approaching.

"He's a morning star," she said in fluent Burtanian, interrupting his inner ritual of trying to communicate with the lady.

Her voice is strange, like the voices of three people overlap, but like a person talking. But he recognized the voice-just before he saw the Green Knight, the voice appeared in his mind.

Charlie kissed the iris flower on the cross handle of his sword, then stood up.

The veiled lady stood by, looking down on the unconscious forest elf. The leader of the forest elves has no expression. The white deer and Garibal stood together, drinking the melted water from the forest elf after he called from the lake.

"If he is not an important person, the lady on the lake will not bring me to see him." Charlie said as he put away his sword.

"Every one of us is important," the lady said in her unique triple voice. "But also as insignificant as the leaves in the wind."

"I don't understand," Charlie said, but the veiled lady just shrugged.

"Those things," he saw that she was not going to explain further, and he continued, "What are they?"

"Salma fever." Said the veiled lady. "Winter maid. Forest spirit. Ghost tree demon. They are the anger of the forest goddess, twisted and pained like their hostess."