Seven hell part 1

The dryness made Aaron's throat thirsty. He wanted to drink cool water but dare not to take out the bottle. The surrounding Sandwalkers were watching him move. They observed each step he made. Their eyes never fell off him.

The duke and Klytie didn't feel the exact feeling like Aaron. They were the focus of Sandwalker.

Invisible weight on Aaron's head, he can feel it. He looked around through his hood. His eyes were hidden from them. But the grey from his gaze was scared of something.

Aaron can tell what they wanted from him.

Hope.

They were putting unknown faith in him. Aaron grabbed his cloak tightly. Fear of letting fly away from his face and body. He hated it.

They are trash and yet dare to put him in high regard. He hated it.

' Why? ' He questioned. His gaze met the little girl standing beside his way. Her gaze lit up with hope, he can see the passion burning in her little eyes. She smiled at him.

Aaron looked down. This time he felt shame, he felt like that day. Trash. Like him, they all were looking for something. But Aaron and Sandwalker were not the same. That's what he said in his mind.

They stopped at a flat field in the middle of the village. Aaron saw various plants around them. They were covered by rock. He can tell that they were precious to the Sandwalker.

The man finally turned around and said. " Wait for a bit. I will call the leader. " He disappeared entering among tents.

Klytie arrived beside Aaron. " Hero. " He teased him.

" Stop it. That is not funny. " Aaron faked a smile. "Besides why are you tensing up? "

" This place is weird," Klytie said. He looked around the ceiling. His eyes measured the depth of this place. " But don't worry I can kill anyone who hurt Ravenwood. "

" Yeah. Yeah. You need to train me to use energy. " Aaron complained.

Klytie laughed. " Sorry, my lord. That is against my knight's oath and your noble rule. You have a force shield. That is better than my energy. "

Aaron looked at his necklace and sighed. "True with this I can't be killed with any blade or weapon. But I lack the attack power. "

" What are you talking about? You have a force style in your brain, aren't you? That slow burn attack. " Klytie questioned. " I used to fight force style in my war day trust me they were a tricky one. Hard to kill like cockroaches. "

Klytie remembered the good old bloody days. The day when blood rained from the sky, where he was forced to eat human flesh.

" If that is not enough, you have me. My lord. The greatest knight in the continent. No one on land can defeat me. " Klytie declared his might with full force. He smirked.

" I see you struggle against my knight. " The duke said with a smile. " I guess there is one person who can defeat you. "

Aaron laughed. To his laughter, Klytie frowned. He rubbed his chin, thinking greatly about their duel. He always lost the fight since his experience is far shorter than that old man's. If it was a life and death battle or honour blade he would kill Lysimachos ten times. Maybe not that much but he would win seven in ten battles.

" I will catch up in experience soon. " Klytie said unwillingly to throw his pride. " I have a greater energy output and purity. And my white blade is a fast-type style within a second of opening I can make a deadly blow. The only thing I lack is his versatile fighting style. "

Kylie went silent. Calculating the fight in his mind for hundred times. He clicked his tongue. " it is annoying. " He murmured.

Aaron waited for the answer. Soon Klytie opened his eyes, and immediately a frown replaced the clear eyes.

" His force style is a slow burn and with an additional quick draw. I can't land any hits. That is if you exclude energy. " Klytie told the answer in honesty. Although he didn't like the outcome, honour was bound to happen.

" You need to train harder. Klytie. " Aaron said. " You focus too much on energy. Lysimachos said I am almost on par with him on force style. "

Klytie's eyes widened. " Oh. Really. That's a surprise. You have a talent for that style. " He was silent again. " Hey, then why don't you improve in my lesson? "

Aaron laughed. "That is because"

The sand around him moved in Aaron's direction. The wind carried them but he felt a subtle change. More like energy movement.

Klytie focused his eyes with energy. " Energy manipulator? " He cursed. They are hard to deal with swords.

"Fear not. " The voice of an old man came from Aaron's side.

Aaron glanced. Old man with wash-up clothes there was no colour attached to that. His eyes were closed. Aaron can't sense any life from his eyes. ' Blind? ' he questioned.

Klytie released his energy to measure the old man.

" Hero. We welcome you to our home. Take everything you want. " The old man said. " We have nothing but a word from you is enough. "

Aaron's first tighten. Veins popped out from his neck. "Don't call me that. " He yelled out. Within a second of that burst of emotion, he was surprised. He can't control his emotion.

The old man smiled.

After observing the situation, the Duke finally stepped into the conversation. " I have a question. Why are you calling my heir Hero? " His voice was gentle as if it is almost like a worried parent.

" We, Sandwalker duty is to guide Hero of light. That is our ancestor's words. " The old man said. " We don't know anything about Hero. Grey is his feature. He will be surrounded by light and energy. He will be loved by everyone. He will be hated by death. He is the ideal knight as well. True knight capable of killing Dragon of the End and Walker. "

" Dragon? " Aaron said. " You mean Emperor family. " The weight of those words was massive. Nobody in this continent can slay Dragon.

The old man nodded. " Those were the tale of the previous hero. " The old man lifted his hand.

The sand around them attracted his hand.

" See this power. This is nothing compared to Hero's might. This power to communicate the sand was given by that Hero as well. "

Aaron frowned. " So why the hell do you need another hero? And me! That must be a joke. Just because I have grey eyes. "

" Hero will be born. He will defeat Walker and passes through seven Hell. " The old man walked toward Aaron. " That is the prophecy. "

He placed his hand on Aaron's. He bowed down. The sand around the two of them intensely flew. No grace of sand touched them despite they were inside a mini sandstorm.