Chapter 9

The sun had just arisen but the path of Myrthia Sweetwater and the stranger was hidden in the dark fog. They had walked the whole night without knowing where they were going. Myrthia missed her bird that she had given the freedom to last night and now her feet was starting to hurt. She wanted to rest but the stranger was pushing her forward.

-I need a rest.

-Yes, but we are safe nowhere, we must be careful. Lord Domarco has spies everywhere in his kingdom.

-Where are you taking me.

-I do not know. So far we have only been escaping from Garhkor. Now we need to come up with a plan about where we should go, but I do not know this land or the people in this land.

Myrthia looked at the stranger.

-Tell me why, you came to me, dragged me out of my home and my village and then you tell me that you do not know where we should go.

The stranger had no answer and he was silent for a while. It would take too long time to tell her the story of his life but maybe if he would know something more about her then they could come up with a plan.

-My Lady, destiny has not brought us together by a chance. There must be something about you that is special. There must be some strength in you that can help us defeat Lord Domarco. Tell me something about yourself, who are you and where do you come from.

Myrthia looked down at the ground. Her origin was mostly a mystery even to herself but she told the stranger what she knew. At the age of two she had been brought to a farm near to the village of Garhkor where she had been brought up by some nice people. She was an orphan and did not remember so much about her life before she came to the farm. She was wearing a strange medallion around her neck and she knew that this medallion was the only object that she had possessed before she came to the farm. That medallion had always fascinated her and a few years ago she had met a hunter who said that he knew the sign on that medallion from some strange ruins that he had found in the woods of Herolia. Ever since she had always wanted to go to Herolia to find out about the origin of her medallion.

-Then we have no other plan than to go to Herolia and only hope that we can find some answers there, said the stranger and picked up a small map that he kept in the pocket of his brown leather coat.

-It looks like it will takes us at least a week to reach Herolia so we have to keep on moving.