He heard the voice of a girl in need; he was sure of it. So why didn’t Bob trust him?
Unable to sleep, Wynn scanned his surroundings, and after confirming Bob wasn’t watching, he quietly tossed on his fox-skin coat and slipped out the tent. A blast of cold wind greeted him, but Wynn didn’t mind – he found it refreshing after being cooped up under a huge piece of stuffy cloth.
Suddenly, just as he was stretching his cramped limbs, he heard the girl’s voice again, this time a scream. There was no mistaking it.
A burglar was here.
Wynn swiftly dashed towards the horse stables, the freezing snow not hindering his speed at all. “Khan!” he cried out as he unlocked the stable and spotted the silver mane of his trusty steed. “There’s an invader! We have to stop him! Or her! I don’t know!” He frantically yanked the reins of his horse and dragged him outside.
The result of all his training was clear as Wynn briskly mounted Khan, holding the reins tightly in his left hand, and positioned himself onto the saddle in a single fluid motion. Wynn held onto the reins tightly and yanked them, and Khan zoomed forward like the wind. The duo reached the edge of the encampment in no time at all, but they were still too late. They could only watch in despair as they caught a glimpse of a black figure carrying a blonde-haired girl.
There was only one blonde-haired girl in the camp. “Claire!” Wynn gasped. Claire was one of the greatest snow magicians for miles.
And she had just been kidnapped.
“No!” Wynn refused to believe it. Blinded by tears, he fumbled around for the reins around Khan’s neck and was just about to take off after Claire, when suddenly he felt a sharp pull yanking him back. Turning around, Wynn nearly lost his balance when he saw the one behind him was Bob. “Why are you here? How are you here?” Wynn gasped as he struggled to free himself from the old man’s grasp.
“I may be past my prime, but I can still tell what young‘uns like you are planning,” Bob sighed. “Now calm down. Think about it – there’s no way a to-be-summoner – a 10-year-old like you – can fight against a Lord.”
“A Lord? The bad guys you always talk about in your stories? The ones who grow stronger by sucking the life force of others?” Wynn immediately became curious and forgot about chasing Claire.
“Yeah, those things. Anyways, like I said before, there’s no way you can fight against one and win in your current state. Let’s just head home and call it–”
All Wynn saw was a flash of black before the hooded man reappeared in front of him. “Talking dirty behind others’ backs, now that’s disrespectful,” he coldly sneered, a dagger materializing from thin air. It hovered above the man’s open palm, as if waiting for commands to kill. The crazy man’s eyes were glowing with the wildness of bloodlust, as if his desire to kill was an insatiable hunger only growing larger with every victim who died. Wynn started trembling uncontrollably, and could not even steel himself to look the man in the eye.
“P-Please go away,” Wynn whispered. “We h-haven’t done you any h-harm.” He felt like his legs were about to give out.
The man only snorted, and the dagger suddenly started moving at lightning speed. Wynn blinked once, and the dagger was already dangerously close to his throat. Wynn’s shut his eyes and braced his impending doom. He knew what was about to happen.
But his impending doom never came.
All Wynn heard was a cry of shock, then pain. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the man’s body in a strange, twisted position in front of him, the man’s hood nowhere to be seen, a giant hoof mark imprinted on his forehead. And, next to the man, Claire, Khan, and Bob, all unharmed and safe. Khan had his head held high, and made a very arrogant-sounding snort, as if to say, “That’s right, I’m the best.”
After realizing that tears were flowing down his face like a waterfall from joy, Wynn blushed and quickly hid his face behind his hands. Bob, noticing the awkward situation, quickly coughed and stated, “Since everybody is safe now, how about we head back home and call it a day?”
Unable to sleep, Wynn scanned his surroundings, and after confirming Bob wasn’t watching, he quietly tossed on his fox-skin coat and slipped out the tent. A blast of cold wind greeted him, but Wynn didn’t mind – he found it refreshing after being cooped up under a huge piece of stuffy cloth.
Suddenly, just as he was stretching his cramped limbs, he heard the girl’s voice again, this time a scream. There was no mistaking it.
A burglar was here.
Wynn swiftly dashed towards the horse stables, the freezing snow not hindering his speed at all. “Khan!” he cried out as he unlocked the stable and spotted the silver mane of his trusty steed. “There’s an invader! We have to stop him! Or her! I don’t know!” He frantically yanked the reins of his horse and dragged him outside.
The result of all his training was clear as Wynn briskly mounted Khan, holding the reins tightly in his left hand, and positioned himself onto the saddle in a single fluid motion. Wynn held onto the reins tightly and yanked them, and Khan zoomed forward like the wind. The duo reached the edge of the encampment in no time at all, but they were still too late. They could only watch in despair as they caught a glimpse of a black figure carrying a blonde-haired girl.
There was only one blonde-haired girl in the camp. “Claire!” Wynn gasped. Claire was one of the greatest snow magicians for miles.
And she had just been kidnapped.
“No!” Wynn refused to believe it. Blinded by tears, he fumbled around for the reins around Khan’s neck and was just about to take off after Claire, when suddenly he felt a sharp pull yanking him back. Turning around, Wynn nearly lost his balance when he saw the one behind him was Bob. “Why are you here? How are you here?” Wynn gasped as he struggled to free himself from the old man’s grasp.
“I may be past my prime, but I can still tell what young‘uns like you are planning,” Bob sighed. “Now calm down. Think about it – there’s no way a to-be-summoner – a 10-year-old like you – can fight against a Lord.”
“A Lord? The bad guys you always talk about in your stories? The ones who grow stronger by sucking the life force of others?” Wynn immediately became curious and forgot about chasing Claire.
“Yeah, those things. Anyways, like I said before, there’s no way you can fight against one and win in your current state. Let’s just head home and call it–”
All Wynn saw was a flash of black before the hooded man reappeared in front of him. “Talking dirty behind others’ backs, now that’s disrespectful,” he coldly sneered, a dagger materializing from thin air. It hovered above the man’s open palm, as if waiting for commands to kill. The crazy man’s eyes were glowing with the wildness of bloodlust, as if his desire to kill was an insatiable hunger only growing larger with every victim who died. Wynn started trembling uncontrollably, and could not even steel himself to look the man in the eye.
“P-Please go away,” Wynn whispered. “We h-haven’t done you any h-harm.” He felt like his legs were about to give out.
The man only snorted, and the dagger suddenly started moving at lightning speed. Wynn blinked once, and the dagger was already dangerously close to his throat. Wynn’s shut his eyes and braced his impending doom. He knew what was about to happen.
But his impending doom never came.
All Wynn heard was a cry of shock, then pain. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the man’s body in a strange, twisted position in front of him, the man’s hood nowhere to be seen, a giant hoof mark imprinted on his forehead. And, next to the man, Claire, Khan, and Bob, all unharmed and safe. Khan had his head held high, and made a very arrogant-sounding snort, as if to say, “That’s right, I’m the best.”
After realizing that tears were flowing down his face like a waterfall from joy, Wynn blushed and quickly hid his face behind his hands. Bob, noticing the awkward situation, quickly coughed and stated, “Since everybody is safe now, how about we head back home and call it a day?”
