Wounded

Mordin nursed himself back to full health. And then he started the teacherous journey way past any one has ever ventured into. The last corners of the land that can be reached on foot. Loros, he headed towards. The mountain range which was not the tallest had the people of the most calm yet strong nature. They were largely peaceful people, shepherds. They seldom harmed anyone nor did they come in to harm. They barely spoke it was said. They sat with their eyes closed for large parts of the day, particularly the elder folk. They did not care much for material wealth nor power. What separated these people from the rest of the folk in the planet was that it was the women that trained and prepared for war. The men all they did was hunting and grazing goats. And it was not that the women did not take part in hunting , they too took part in it but only if it was required. They looked after their families and trained in combat. The fiercest leader among them was Reya. It was said that she could fly short distances and weild a sword like none other. Most of the women there were blessed with flight albeit in short distances, but it was Reya who was blessed with this supernatural power. She could climb trees faster than anyone, and she was very agile. Atop all that Reya had a sense of protection that was not very rarely found. It was said that Reya was blessed with this power by the gods to protect her own kind. Reya was the oldest of her siblings. There were seven of them. So like every other part when there were peaceful people inhabiting it, there were other kinds , that lingered in darkness who wanted to cause harm to them. There were men and women surrounding these small mountains who roamed like normal people during the day and turned to wolf like creatures at night. These wolf like creatures stood on their two toes and could also fly short distances and climb trees at a very rapid pace. Zoreus , he was called, their leader. They hunted for food and blood during the night and during the day they collected wood and other seeds. Many it times it was suggested to Reya and the fighting clan to wipe them out during the day. But they refused, the women. They said it was not honorable for them to fight the unprotected. " It was just their nature" said Reya when people really pushed her to end them. " Let them come at night" we fill fight them fair and win, she said to them. Some of the men scoffed and went themsleves to kill these beasts who took the form of the skin of man during the day. They returned with deep wounds back to their homes. So there was Mordin on his long journey in search of Zoreus and his clan. He was sent by Arakanese to form them as allies when the war comes.

He reached Loros, in the middle of the night when the wolves and the army of Reya were deep in fight. Zoreus jumped from one tree to another trying to hunt Reya. Reya defended the attacks of Zoreus and moved away fast from his grasp. Zoreus was always too powerful for her. Mordin entered in the midst of the fight as the wolves and the clan of Reya were in a fight. Swords banged agasint the claws of the wolves. Growls met the aggression of the clan. Moridn looked up to find where Zoreus was. He saw him chasing the girl on top of the tree. A wolf came crashing towards him. Mordin caught him with ease and threw it a side. After a few steps one of the women in the clan came crashing towards him, he simply dodged the flying body and moved ahead. He saw an empty porch and decided that he would sit there and wait for the battle to get over. Reya and Zoreus came down from the trees and entered the ground of battle. They fought in front of him and was totally unaware of his presence. Zoreus almost landed a death blow to Reya with his claws and Mordin stepped just in time to keep her from her death.

"Zoreus your claws can be used for far greater use" said Mordin. Who are you ? he growled. That does not matter, what I have some here for is all that matters, he said to the wolf. The fight was now almost stopped. The wolves surrounded Mordin, growling and prowling around him. Zoreus came with his claws attacking Mordin. Mordin threw a punch so hard that Zoreus went flying. Two other wolves came and jumped on him. He caught them by his two hands with ease and threw them at the direction of Zoreus. They went and and hit him. " Fool!" growled Zoreus. It was almost sunlight and the wolves were turning into men. Now they stood there in silence and scared, well aware that Mordin rip apart them with ease. Do not worry! he said. I'm not here to hurt you, I come here to ask you to fight with us. Fight with Arakanese and the Marakese, he said to Zoreus and his men. What do we get in return? asked Zoreus. Blood, a lot of it, replied Mordin. There was a grin on the face of Zoreus. There was a drip of blood on his hands and he licked it. He spat it out at once. Blood does not taste good at this time of the hour! he lamented. We only come if we fight at night, he said. This time Mordin had a grin on his face. We fight only at night! he replied.