• Mantive

    It was a warm summer night and he was walking, together with Mishu, a beer cub, through the swamp of Irazesh, the sun had almost disappeared already, the moon had already started rising.
    Mantive was a young man from 18. He had long brown hair and green eyes that were glowing a bit. His skills with gunblades were unmatched and he had a strange power: he was able to steal souls and he could summon them.
    Mantive stopped and Mishu bumped to his leg. A bird was flying in their direction.
    ‘A messenger hawk?’
    The bird flew lower and lower and eventually it landed on Mantive’s wrist, but when Mantive got the letter, the bird didn’t fly away. He read the letter and wrote a reply on it, the bird flew away with the answer wrote on the letter. It was time for a new adventure.

    The letter came from a friend, XinHun, who asked him to accompany him on a journey and since Mantive was looking for something like this he replied that he would be there in a few days.

    As Mantive and Mishu kept walking, they came across an old battlefield. The quickest way was to cross it, so they did that. Even though the battlefield was old, it was from the great war between Oleria and Agriminea over 300 years ago, the bones still lay there and the souls were still haunting the place, their hatred for their killers kept them tied to the world.
    Even though Mantive felt the presence of the fallen he kept on walking, he knew they were watching him from everywhere. Mishu hid in Mantive cloak.
    Suddenly an empty armour raised from the ground, but Mantive could see what most people couldn’t; he saw the soul that possessed the armour within it.
    ‘What is it you seek here, Soul Reaver?’ The souls voice sounded, and a sword raised from the ground.
    ‘I seek passage through your territory, Lost one.’ Mantive didn’t draw his sword, but only laid his hand on the hilt.
    ‘Passage, and a feast of course. Why would a soul reaver pass through our territory?’ The soul sounded angry.
    ‘No, I won’t take your souls. I am travelling, and this happens to be the quickest way.’
    The soul attack ‘LIES!!’
    Mantive easily dodged and drew his blade. With one shot he blew away the complete armour.
    ‘Your soul is too old for me, over 300 years. Souls that are too old won’t give me any profit, especially one filled with hatred.’ He put away his gunblade and moved on, without anymore hinder.

    After he left the battlefield for about 250 meters he stopped, Mishu jumped out of his cloak.
    ‘Time to travel a little faster, Mish’ he said to the little bear and he pulled a dagger from his bag. With the dagger he drew a circle with in it six triangles, than he cut his finger and dropped some blood in the middle.
    ‘Gizumarz, lone wolf of the plains, I call for you to aid me.’
    The circle lit up in many colors and a wolf, bigger than a horse appeared.
    ‘You called, Manitve?’
    ‘Yes, I need to go to Riohk’Tzar.’
    ‘Are you sure?’
    ‘Yes, and is there anything I need to know about it?’ Mantive asked curious.
    ‘It’s the territory of the elf’s.’ The wolf said quietly.
    ‘Hmm. I thought they were extinguished.’ He replied, thinking deeply if he might have missed something.
    ‘They like to keep it that way, that’s why most people still think that way.’
    ‘Well, Okay. Let’s go’ He grabbed Mishu and climbed onto Gizumarz.

    It took only an hour on Gizumarz what would take a day by foot, the wolf’s speed was incredible. They arrived at the forest and the wolf slowed down a bit, so he could easier dodge the tree’s.
    Within half an hour they stood at the centre of the forest, in front of a gigantic tree.

    It was late already and most of they elf’s were asleep already; only the sentinels were still awake.
    ‘They can’t see or hear you as long as you touch me.’ Gizumarz answered Mantive’s thoughts.
    ‘I see.’
    ‘I have to go again, I fulfilled my duty for now. Good bye.’ And with that, the wolf disappeared.
    Elf’s immediately jumped out of the tree’s.
    ‘Hold it right there!’