Chapter 4 -
Sherwood Forest
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Today, I ride a boat. A slow boat. Driven by the old man in Akhnar. The old man who is my first contact.
"How do you know, about my journey? I would like to seek the truth.", I ask the old man.
"I, actually, get used to this. I know. Everyone who leaves Zhor Estate, will go venturing. And you're one of a kind.", the old man replies.
Mind. Perplexing. Confusing.
My head can't analyze. Can't think anymore. Too much question unanswered.
"You wouldn't mind if I ask who you are, dear sir.", I ask gently. He grins.
"You're curious, young man. I'm Sir Hakr, a former decent legionnaire.", he answers. Surprise. Shock. Paralyze. All come up at the same time.
I don't know, either I speak to a human or a ghost.
"I thought, Sir Hakr was disposed by Dark Warriors Army.", I say, while staring at him awkwardly- knowing the fact that I'm actually talking to someone who is suppposed to be dead.
"I purposely hid the fact. Thus, I changed the fact to fiction. I didn't want any soul to put their trustworthy on someone like me.", he explains.
"You're a clever old man.", I give him my compliment. He shrugs.
"Your journey almost come to its start.", he says while staring at my eye. I can see. Dark green eyes. Shows mercy to enemies. Such a decent man.
"What do you mean by 'its start'?", I ask curiously.
He points me an island.
I know what it is.
An enchanted forest.
Full of mysteries.
Life of fantasies.
Agenda of adventures.
Sherwood Forest lies ahead.
I can't believe it. My eyes couldn't lie to me. My adventure is almost at its start.
"Remember young man, once you've stepped on the island, you'll never be able to get back home. Because, no boat stops at Sherwood Forest.", the old man reminds me. But, why?
"Why is that?", I asks.
He remains silence...
Then, we reach the harbour. No one is there. Seems like I am the first visitor who steps into the forest.
When I look back, shiver flows to my spine. My face become pale- blood-drained. I know, my eye still wouldn't lie to me. I shudder knowing the fact that
THE OLD MAN IS GONE! As well as the boat by which I manage to come here- Sherwood. The water is calm. Like there was never a boat - or anything - that made the water ripples.
Fog. Mist. They suddenly surround forest.
Carefully, I walk inside the creep. Each of my steps tinges with fear and waryness.
Fear. Scare. Wary.
Suddenly, I hear something. Not something. Not sure what it is. The sound comes directly from a bush. Few meters ahead. I quiver.
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Today, I ride a boat. A slow boat. Driven by the old man in Akhnar. The old man who is my first contact.
"How do you know, about my journey? I would like to seek the truth.", I ask the old man.
"I, actually, get used to this. I know. Everyone who leaves Zhor Estate, will go venturing. And you're one of a kind.", the old man replies.
Mind. Perplexing. Confusing.
My head can't analyze. Can't think anymore. Too much question unanswered.
"You wouldn't mind if I ask who you are, dear sir.", I ask gently. He grins.
"You're curious, young man. I'm Sir Hakr, a former decent legionnaire.", he answers. Surprise. Shock. Paralyze. All come up at the same time.
I don't know, either I speak to a human or a ghost.
"I thought, Sir Hakr was disposed by Dark Warriors Army.", I say, while staring at him awkwardly- knowing the fact that I'm actually talking to someone who is suppposed to be dead.
"I purposely hid the fact. Thus, I changed the fact to fiction. I didn't want any soul to put their trustworthy on someone like me.", he explains.
"You're a clever old man.", I give him my compliment. He shrugs.
"Your journey almost come to its start.", he says while staring at my eye. I can see. Dark green eyes. Shows mercy to enemies. Such a decent man.
"What do you mean by 'its start'?", I ask curiously.
He points me an island.
I know what it is.
An enchanted forest.
Full of mysteries.
Life of fantasies.
Agenda of adventures.
Sherwood Forest lies ahead.
I can't believe it. My eyes couldn't lie to me. My adventure is almost at its start.
"Remember young man, once you've stepped on the island, you'll never be able to get back home. Because, no boat stops at Sherwood Forest.", the old man reminds me. But, why?
"Why is that?", I asks.
He remains silence...
Then, we reach the harbour. No one is there. Seems like I am the first visitor who steps into the forest.
When I look back, shiver flows to my spine. My face become pale- blood-drained. I know, my eye still wouldn't lie to me. I shudder knowing the fact that
THE OLD MAN IS GONE! As well as the boat by which I manage to come here- Sherwood. The water is calm. Like there was never a boat - or anything - that made the water ripples.
Fog. Mist. They suddenly surround forest.
Carefully, I walk inside the creep. Each of my steps tinges with fear and waryness.
Fear. Scare. Wary.
Suddenly, I hear something. Not something. Not sure what it is. The sound comes directly from a bush. Few meters ahead. I quiver.
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