THE BLACK SHEEP

The undead do not tire, they do not hunger, they do not disobey for they are eternally cursed, their will no longer theirs, as they fall so do they rise as long as their master wills. For the undead are controlled by the herald of death ' The Black Sheep'.

"There is no end to them. We are wasting our stamina and soul power," said Roho who was panting heavily.

Ark glid down as he roared and released black shadow flames upon the undead horde. However, For each, that got pulverised another took its place. This was the worst army for any man to face.

The horde was all but beasts. Some only bones but others with pieces of meat hanging from them. It was a dreadful sight to behold. An eerie dark mist surrounding them. Whomever that is controlling this horde of undead is surely powerful enough to wage a war on the continent is what Roho felt.

" Ye is not the one am waiting for! Leave meh place at once!" A hoarse and inhuman voice came from deep within the eerie dark mist. The horde separated creating a path.

The loud sound of hooves as they stepped on the ice creating cracks upon it resounded. It's fur dark long, beautiful and shining it was. Eyes like pearls of diamond, aloof and appealing. It draws in and mercmerizes those who look at it.

A glitter in his eyes proved he had been mesmerized by death. He did not respond no matter how many times Ark called out for him. Rather he went towards the black sheep.

" Damn it he has been charmed." Said Ark as he flapped his wings on the air. " You owe me one stinky brat," he said as he dived back to save Roho.

The black sheep seemed aloof as it watched the two invaders fly off. It wasn't that it could not do anything to them but he rather unbothered and didn't feel any need to give the chase. it took a deep breath yet no air came out in return.

" Time is not on meh side. I Must Find thee!" It said as it returned back into the eerie mist.

Roho awoke from his strange state. He wore a confused but yet anger as if awoken from the most beautiful of dreams. It took a couple of seconds for him to get his bearing.

He said, "It felt like my true calling. How can death be so beautiful?"

Ark glanced at him as he flew in full speed towards the woods. " Don't blame yourself the foe was just too strong. His soul was in a different league. At our current level, we'd only be throwing our lives away. Nonetheless, who was that beast? I have only heard of one person that could control the undead."

Roho sighed and said." Aye, the only person that can control the undead is the 'herald of death' But he had been imprisoned in the Tower of death for hundreds of years."

The two had already left the hills of the giants and entered the woods. Suddenly Ark dropped Roho to the snowy rocky ground.

Roho rolled on the ground as he bumped and smashed on one rock after the other. " Shitty Dragon! I will certainly have my payback for this."

Ark glid down and landed down safely with elegance.

So what shall we do now? Shall we regroup with the others? Or shall we look for treasures I can already feel some of them that are close by?" said the dragon.

" Well now! I am really curious about these treasures that you speak of but I think it's best if we regroup with the others. We have no ideas what other things lurk in this forest." said Roho.

What haunts and lurks in this magical forest was only passed down as myths and fable stories in the wastelands. Some even lost in the passage of time. However, one thing was clear. The forest was very dangerous.

As Ark and Roho were finding their way to meet with the others Keiser was deep asleep in the little ugly witch's cabin.

Little Mary was busy concocting a potion for the wounded Keiser. There were several herbs on her alchemy table.

She chanted in a strange language as she mixed in one herb after the other.

At the same time, Keiser was dreaming of the past, Of a time where he was learning of his place In the island of the beast.

" Simba! You once told me that I can never defeat you if I have no beliefs! no morals! no family! Well, I assure you since we have last fought I have grown stronger not only in power but also as a person. After I lost to you... I was so depressed and sad realising how weak I was. I decided it is time for me to travel this island and from it, I gained family a brother! friendships those that believe in me and those that have betrayed me! I have also learned what is right and what's wrong. Simba! Join me as my friend and let us unite the tribes of this island and venture out into world leaving this accursed island once and for all." Said Keiser as he stretched his hand to the beaten Simba who lay in a pool of blood.

Meanwhile, as Keiser was in his dreamworld visiting his past Reiza the merchant and the bartender were fighting for their very lives at the most dangerous place in the magical forest ' The Dragon Ridge'