The WolfmenThe Wolfmen
We clashed in to the enemy, our war-cry meeting theirs. As so many times before I found myself hacking and slashing through a mass of Chronites, finishing them off fast, the hypersight helping me foreseeing their next moves. It was all routine these days. The air was static with Zeus's thunderbolts and the hair was standing up on my neck. Neario was behind me, his back to mine, calm and focused as usual.
In less than ten minutes it was over, the ground covered with Titan bodies. But two of us were down. Xurasa and Sireta. And Kaoran was bleeding from a stab-wound in his back, holding his hand to the injured part to speed up his healing.
Zeus kneeled by Xurasa, who talked to him, still laying down with eyes closed.
"I'm OK. Have good healing abilities. See to Sireta instead. "
"Sireta's dead", Zeus said. "Adamantine blade stabbed right into her heart. She only lasted a few minutes, and I couldn't get to her. To many Chronites in the way. "
"Curse you, Zeus, couldn't you have
Mountain TrekMountain Trek
At these high altitudes it uses to snow in wintertime even as far south as in Delgarenzia. And during the three days we had been travelling through the wood-covered Delgaron mountains it had been snowing almost constantly. A heavy fall of large white flakes covered the ground and the trees in white, muted the sounds and made the world feel almost unreal, like we were travelling in a nowhereland beyond known realms.
This silence, this feeling of unrealness made one almost want to whisper, scared of waking what strange spirits or beings who might be hiding among the trees. Sometimes you thought you saw something, but it was only a large stone or a little pine-bush that looked oddly human. Or a hare or a stag jumping away when seeing us travellers.
Sometimes we crossed small creeks, half-covered in ice and where the sound of running water seemed to blast through the silence. And sometimes we came across winter-roses, those outlandish, blood-red flowers that blossoms in the m
The Titan ComputerThe Titan Computer
There is something interesting in with what war does to people. Of course it maims and hurts both the bodies and souls, but it causes other things too. Fighting side by side brings people close. And after saving each others lives countless of times in various raids and battles Neario and I found that we were falling in love.
I don't really know how it started, I only knew that after an attack against a Chronite troop encampment we found usselves kissing like madmen. Drenched in blood we were standing in the pouring rain among the smoking ruins of the Chronite training camp and kissing and caressing like school kids after a spring ball. After letting go to catch breath we were staring in surprise at each other. 'How did that happen'.
Discovering Neario was one of the greatest adventures in my life during these years. Much more exciting than the tedious and tiring handicraft war often is, whatever all these 'wanna-be-heroes' veterans say.
Neario was multi-levell