Harbinger Of Doom: The Attainer

3. An Explorer

He was shot.

Another group of knights were approaching the scene as Vicksen belted towards Lukas and broke the visible shaft of the bolt pierced in his thorax. Luckily the missile didn't strike his sternum.

A horse leaped and neighed simultaneously then it snorted when it settled. A good display of horsemanship by the rider to show that he was not to be taken lightly. A knight wearing a plumy helmet and holding a crossbow emerged. He was the lieutenant general of Liz.

"It's his majesty's will to have the fallen prince arrested. Kindly cooperate with me."

"Get through me first." Vicksen challenged with a glare.

"Naturally, you're supposed to die here. You should be thankful that I wasn't ordered to kill you on sight." The general spoke without any trace of pity. Afterwards, Lukas was chained like a slave and taken away.

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That was it? That was how his dad was taken to Liz while Vicksen was spared. Vicksen told him the details of how his father was captured after his experience with the wolf. He said he didn't know why he was spared then, but what he cared about now is to never fail his superior by protecting his son with his life.

"Your highness, I've scouted the area. There is a village ahead."

"Your highness?" He was on a hill, so he looked down the transverse terrain where the voice came from to detect an individual clad in a richly embellished cloak sitting on a white horse. His hair was flawlessly packed backwards and tied in a stylish ponytail held intact by a hairpiece. A bronze ear cuff carved like a snakelike dragon decorated the edge of his right ear, dovetailing the hairpiece. Moonstone rings could be spotted on each of his thumb and index finger.

His face was unblemishedly smooth.

He was together with two other men in navy blue satins who were on horses too. The same colour of headband winded their heads.

"I've been on exploration for more than two years. How come I never came across this naturalistic place?" He asked himself, spinning his head in admiration.

"I've checked the geographical map of Liz. The village ahead doesn't seem to appear in the sketches representing the outskirts of Liz, therefore it's normal that we haven't been here before. We only stumbled upon this place because we took a detour at your request." The guard who reported first replied him and handed a vellum scroll to him for his confirmation. He took the scroll, opened it and peered intently at it before returning it to the holder.

"Shall we include it?" The guard spoke again after observing that his superior's perky gesture dropped by a margin. The individual shook his head in disagreement.

"It's an official map. It's not appropriate for it to be uttered." He turned to the other guard. "This place should be included in my own map. Let's name it the green forest."

"Noted." The guard responded and carried out the order immediately.

"Liz? He seems to be a prince from Liz. What are they doing here?" He was wondering from his unnoticeable spot when he unconsciously swished on some crispy leaves with his feet.

"Who goes there?" One of the guards blustered as the three of them darted their eyes to find the initiator of that very noise. Lores stood erect like a sentry. He hated the way these men imposed their authority like they owned everywhere in the world. Since Vatmos wasn't anywhere on their map, they should be fully aware that they've encroached.

Ignoring their eyes that were fixed on him, he strolled down the terrain to meet them.

"Who are you?" The individual on the white horse questioned him, his pearly eyes gleaming like the pale moon in the midst of darkness. His tone was commanding, his gaze powerful. Lores felt he possessed an authoritative demeanor with the way he quizzed while in the middle of his two guards who were staring at him like he was a nonentity.

"And who are you?" He echoed. The guard who held the official map contorted an irritated expression.

"How dare you? Do you know whom you are talking to?" He vented with an irking tone. Lores' face wried with surprise at the simple question that was thrown at him.

"Of course not. I don't know him. I have never seen him and he has never seen me either."

"It seems you have a death wish." The other guard chimed in.

"It's enough." The individual calmly called an end to the battle of words. With a sigh, he threw another question.

"Are you from the village that is onward?" He asked, expecting a direct answer. Lores' brain did a quick analysis. From his knowledge, Vatmos was not found due to its elusiveness. His father sacrificed himself to put an end to the search, but if Vatmos happens to be discovered by a dignitary from Liz, the search may awaken, thereby putting the village at risk. Right here, it was evident that this fellow meant no harm to his village but notwithstanding, he was anxious to know a thing from him.

"What if I'm from there and what if I'm not from there?" He said, trying to know the fellow's motive of inquiring about the village. The fellow boggled at the statement, his eyebrows scrunching. He was nonplussed because no one had ever spoken to him like that.

"Your highness, let us teach this wretch a lesson. You've been way too kind by wasting some of your precious time on this vagabond." Either of the guards ranted as he made for the sword that was aslant his waist. The other one followed suit. Lores gaped. Was he that tough that two men were about to take him down?

"Let him be." The fellow restrained his bodyguards. "I came all the way to explore not to shed blood." He cautioned. The guards unheld their hilts and became peaceful. He faced Lores with look that suggested that he was moved by his boldness.

"You're quite daring. Well, should the village gain recognition from the nearest county, it will lead to a good development on the path of the locals. What's your take?"

"I appreciate your concern. We've been living well without being recognized by any county. I don't think it is necessary now." Lores quickly played down the idea. To be on a safer side, it was better for them to remain unrecognized. The fellow nodded stiffly and reversed his horse. His two guards did the same. While they were moving, the guard who held his own map asked him.

"Your highness, why were you lenient to that wretch?" The fellow smiled. He was prince Mobecke Freydor diminutively known as Prince Mo, a reverenced prince of Liz.

"He was just trying to protect his village for some reason best known to him. I'm a rich prince. I don't have to bully a poor villager."

Lores left for his cave. When he got there, he was surprised to see an unfamiliar person. He thought he was the only one who knew about the cave. What was this fellow up to?