The Marakese

Reya followed the fire arrow across the mountains. She was not scared about what was to come, she was just curious. She followed the fire until it sat upon a large tree. She removed her sword and flew to the top of it. She looked around with her sharp eyes glazing through the surroundings. She was so used to fighting Zoreus that atop the trees that she was about ot fly to the next one in search of who it was. As she almost leapt from the tree to another, she was stopped by a calming yet powerful voice. ”Are you Reya ” the voice asked her. Yes, she replied. ”Who are you? ” she asked back to the shadow. I will tell you who Im, said the voice. ” Before that, you tell me what do you remember your mother? ”. Yes, of course I remember my Mother, she replied Fiercely. I see my mother and father everyday. The shadow emerged forward and there was Artemis that stood before her. Reya stood there still and raised her sword as a protection. I will not harm you child, said Artemis. Artemis came forward and touched the head of Reya on her forehead. The memories of her childhood appeared before her. Playing in these fields, sitting in her house, the warm memory of her mother. And then there was a look of confusion, that she had on her face now. She was elsewhere, in a place that she could not recognize. Was it even in this planet? she wondered. The first memory of her flying, came up to her. Enough! she said and Artemis moved her hand from her forehead. Who are you ! she asked Artemis. Im the one who gave birth to you, replied Artemis. Iam your mother! she said as her eyes grew with affection on her child!. Reya was confused and shocked by the statement. I have to go , she said to Artemis and leapt from atop the trees and landed on the ground and ran to her home! Before she ran, she had one last look at Artemis, who had nothing but a smile on her face! Reya drew her sword back and ran as fast as she could.

Two more months!, said Borgur. For what asked Arakanese ? until the snow comes back again flying into the ground from the skies. Arakanese stabbed his snow on the ground. We take over the kingdom before that then, he said to Borgur. Rightly so, he said to Arakanese and handed him the reigns and saddle. Here! he said to Arakanese. You would need on of these, if you are to go anywhere, he said. Arakanese held them in his hands. Over there , pointed Borgur beyond the mountains. There are the horses which Archimedes was talking about. Go over there and get yourself a horse, he said to Arakanese. How will I? asked Arakanese showing his limb which had an arm missing!. No one is going to care about whether you have an arm or not Arakanese, he said to him. Be so brave, that they forget that you do not miss an arm, said Borgur. Arakanese nodded and walked towards the horses. As he went he crossed the army if wolves and Mordin. Mordin was wide awake keeping an eye on the wolves. The wolves prowled and stretched their claws at him. Arakanese drew his sword and scared them away. ” Who is this fool? ” asked Zoreus to Mordin. Someone we fight with, said Mordin as he looked at Arakanese much like a predator would at a prey. Arakanese scurried away far into the other side of the mountain. There were horses there , many of them. All shone majestically under the bright moonlight. He leaned closer towards the horses and saw they had all tusks on them. Large tusks on them, and they grazed the grass. Arakanese went close to one of the horses and tried to put a saddle on it. He was kicked much like Archimedes had been earlier. The horse turned back at him and warned him with its tusk. Arakanese was not deterred. He went again and put the saddle on it. Again he was kicked. He did this many times , before finally the horse charged towards him with his tusk and tore his chest. Arakanese drew his sword out and made the horse retreat a few steps back. His sword illuminated in such a manner that the horses eyes were firmly on it. He distracted the horse with the sword and slowly put the saddle on top of it. As soon as he put the saddle on it, he put the reigns on the horse as fast as he could. The horse tried to put him down many times but it simply could not. Arakanese held the reigns with his one hand with so much strength that the horse ultimately gave way to him. He retreated back to the homes on his horse. As he came back sat atop the horse, Archimedes looked upon him and from atop and smiled. Someone who ride a horse as good as me! he wondered. Arakanese saw Archimedes and gestured towards him that he was an able rider. Archimedes gestured the same thing back at him and acknowledged that he indeed was!