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#Silver Winner of Writing Prompt Contest #144! It strives to be a novel that can be enjoyed by anyone. Our main character is a loveable fool with a godly strength to his sword. Several years before the beginning of the story, Ermos Windbreaker finds himself to have a talent with the sword. With the arrival of a wandering warrior in his village, he decides that he will challenge him, though he had yet to own a sword of his own. There he racks up his first victory, wood against steel. Though, as it happens, no one saw that duel of his and they dismissed his claims as the rantings of a mad fool. A peculiar case of bad luck followed him around for a while. He would demonstrate his strength whenever he got the chance, but there was never anyone around to witness it. That was, until he met Pash. In a village southeast of the Untamed Forest, a grimy boy was wandering through houses abandoned by war, searching for food to fill his belly. It happens that was very same village the infamous Bored Bandits had set up camp in. They seize the boy with the intent of selling him as a slave. Ermos wanders by with much the same intent as Pash – that of searching the abandoned houses for food and wealth – and he too attracts the attention of the bandit crew. He manages to defeat them with the same accidental ease that he had won all his duels in. Seeing such strength, Pash begs that he take him on as his apprentice. Not entirely understanding the responsibility of a master’s position, Ermos agrees. The two of them spend three years questing for their fortunes, but cursed with Ermos’ notoriously bad luck, nothing ever comes of it. Ermos turns to gambling – being the fool that he is – to try and reverse his fortunes, only to land himself in a terrible amount of debt. The weight of that debt finally gets to him, and he loses the enthusiasm he once had, working himself into a rut. That is, until, he meets a drunk trader on the road who offers him ‘magic stones’ in return for his horse. Of course, Ermos accepts, not realizing that he is being fooled. But as fortune would have it, a scam points him in the right direction and he explores the ancient ruins of the Stone Tree.

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Chapter 5 - Part 1

Pash

It took Pash a good few hours to get used to riding on the boulder hound. In fact, Pash could not have imagined anything scarier. In all his life, his one glaring weakness had always been heights. That, and cold water.

As he bounced amidst the sea of black fur with his eyes tightly closed, a sudden realization came upon him. He realized – after everything that he had been through – that this was the single most frightening thing he had ever experienced. Even more frightening than the demonic bridge, even more frightening than bloodthirsty bandits.

He was unsure what about it he feared so much. Of course, there was the fact that they were so high up. He feared falling and dying that way. But it was even worse than it might have been, had it merely just been up high. The way he was tossed up in the air with every stride that the racing hound took, that served to make things much worse. There was a horrible sick feeling in his belly. It was a miracle that he had not yet thrown up.

His master sat back cheerfully, shouting into the wind, enjoying the way the rushing air distorted his voice. "OnnnnnwaaaaaRRRdsss!" Pash heard him shout.

It had taken Ermos a while before he was able to get back to such cheerfulness. They had spent a good while in that rushing stream, searching for the gold ring that his master had discovered. But no matter long they searched, they never caught sight of it. They even employed the dog's help, but he could catch no scent of it either.

It had broken his master's heart. To have been so close to such grand wealth, only to lose it all because of a slip of the fingers. Pash had never felt so dreadful. He wished that he could help his master more. He deserved much better than what he had. He had trained for so long, worked towards such grand power, only to live the life of a common sellsword, worrying each day about whether food would make it to the table. It wasn't right.

The smell of the hound's fur was what eventually persuaded Pash to lift his head and open his eyes. It was such a strong scent that it made its eyes water. It was irony like blood, but there was also a dankness to it, as though the dog had spent the last hundred years sitting in a dirty river.

With that, the first step was taken, and his master spotted such movement, calling out to him encouragingly. "Ah! You're awake, are you? You've been missing out on a beautiful night, o' apprentice of mine. Open those eyes nice and wide and take a look."

He followed the line of his master's finger as he pointed towards the night's sky, and despite his fear, he was made to feel the utmost of awe. Never in his life had he seen so many stars. He had always heard talk of different constellations, how certain stars would make a horseshoe, and how travellers would use them as guides, but never had he seen one himself.

There were three bright stars together in a perfectly straight line, like a belt. He wasn't sure what such a group was called, but he was sure they meant something. There were another three that were less bright and formed a triangle, and then there were hundreds more lone stars of different sizes, twinkling up there, high in the sky.

As Pash stared at them, he could almost forget that he was riding atop a terrifying hound high up off the ground. It was almost like he was on a magical ship, floating safely, on a tour of the galaxy. '

And then, completely round and full of light, there stood the large full moon, standing proud like a king, the governor of the stars.

"It's beautiful," Pash managed to say, having to time his words with the motion of the running hound, lest he bite down on his tongue once again.

"Of course it is," Ermos said, "night time is where all creatures draw their power. The stars are the origin of magic."

Pash looked to his teacher sharply. It was rare that he said something so scientific. "Is that true, master? Is that how you grew so strong?"

Ermos shrugged. "I'm not sure. I made it up just now, but it sounds right, doesn't it? Where else could something as weird as magic come from, if not the stars? Have you ever tried staring at a full moon? You can feel the power of it, if you concentrate ever so slightly."

Pash tried looking at the moon as his master had said. It was ever so bright. He wasn't sure whether he could feel its 'power' as his master had stated, but he certainly felt something very strange. He was made to feel rather small as he looked at it. On the moon was where the Gods dwelled. He wondered if he was being disrespectful by looking up at them.

"I need to get stronger, master," Pash said suddenly. It was the same feeling he'd had for more than two years. It made him clench his fist every time he thought about it. He was terribly frustrated by his own weakness.

"You'll get there. It just takes time," his master told him, as he reclined back so casually against the neck of the hound.

"I don't have that long," Pash stated adamantly. "I need to be strong enough to help. Today I was worse than useless. Even those girls were able to fight, but not me. I couldn't even take on a single gargoyle. Tell me master, please, how do I get as strong as you?"