Training Wheels

After the defeat of Elias’s foe, the alpha of the flock and leader of the territory the two travelers were in, the environment began to change.

The grey clouds dissipated, uncovering the clear blue sky and the glaring sun. The soil itself, poisoned by the darkness element slowly regained the fresh breath of life that it had missed so dearly.

It was as if the world itself acknowledged the dethronement of a king, and his influence on the kingdom vanished in a blink of an eye.

Small sprouts and foliage spread sparsely across the once-barren soil, and a touch of vitality burned within the hollow trees.

Under the minimal shade of such tree’s branches, Elias lay limp, guarded by a fidgety Centaur Jerking his aim left and right in panic.

The ethereal arrow made of raw Aeter was pointed threateningly at three beasts that used to fall prey to the avian predators of dark feathers.