Chapter 46 Obligation
Turkan nodded his head while started humming in his mouth. His song was gentle yet heroic, unlike the sad and melancholic song of Rapthecora. The song told the story of a boy who drifted into the snow, fighting for his survival and finally reaching home after a long journey.
It was the story of one of the strongest warriors in the north who was infamous for his bravery and wit. Many northerners loved talking about him, adoring him with their utmost respect since he was that great.
The same goes for Rapthecora who was enjoying his singing ability, she swore he was almost similar to the bards that sang in the taverns of the north, praising the heroes of the past. Although his voice wasn't gentle like theirs, the rough voice of his created more imagination in her head, enriching the story.
" Turkan, will we meet again? After the long journey, I am used to your accompany and I don't want to part away."
Rapthecora said with reluctance, looking at him with her clear eyes. There was no love in those eyes, only a feeling of kinship and comradeship due to their long journey together. They each mutually depended on each other to go here, thus there was an invisible bond between them, suddenly linking to their fates.
" Perhaps, one day. All I want is to protect my tribe and reach the other edge of the continent to see my destiny's calling."
Turkan laughed, thinking about the shaman's words back then when he departed from his home. He said he would meet a reliable friend whom he could trust his back on and that friend would create the biggest achievement in his life, bringing his tribe to the top.
The feeling of glory wasn't eternal, hence he desired a shade that would cover them from the harsh blizzard and that shade was far from his home, reaching to the other edge of the continent.
Meanwhile, in the northern area.
A beauty with pale skin and snow white hair, threaded among the snow while heading to the giant cave which was in the middle of the ice mountains. The trail of snow followed her around, dancing on her body to highlight her beauty, but this flower was the deadliest flower that bloomed in the winter.
Her thorns froze everything in her way, leaving nothing but ice statues. Yet, she felt no remorse for those whom she had killed, instead, she felt pity for them because they were just too weak. Too weak to understand what she wasn't giving them was dead, it was a quick way to live.
The ice craters around her trembled from the unknown power as the roar of the great being echoed through the mountains, creating an avalanche that covered everything except for her.
A massive silhouette went out from the cave, illuminating her surrounding with light that was reflected from her pure white scale and blue wings. Her sheer beauty rivaled those great angels in the myth.
" Tatarice, you dare to come to my lair. Do you have a death wish?"
The giant dragon said with rage, freezing everything with her words. Even the sky was frozen from her roar, showing how powerful she was.
" Vanarova, I am not here for a fight. I am here for your promise. The beings of the other side have been awoken and they are trying to melt the first ice. The souls of the mortals kept the ice frozen, but they somehow managed to find a way to melt it."
Tatarice spoke, showing her the image of molten ice that was burning with eerie-looking green flame. The flame of nether burned the ice, devouring the souls of the mortals that were forever frozen in that piece of ice.
" That is the flames of nether. So, those beings have eyed the land of the beginning."
Vanorova spurts out ice from her nose, telling the origins of these horrendous flames. The nether was a region that was sealed off by the gods and dragons before the great war. The beings in nether were evil, therefore they sacrificed a lot to chase them away from their land. No one would imagine, they would come back again.