Chapter 51 - Tensions.

As the birds flocked they all sang a call for night to come, our battle in the narrow path lead us to a retreat from the sight of the Mother Hellspawn, a morbid abomination with a hollow face that births more horrid demons.

Far from the vast, wild and untamed lands, in the safe confines of the walls there was turmoil brewing and more. The videos and pictures Fiora sent to each of the leaders brought only blames and suspicions from one to another.

"Liendry to Wilhilm?" asked County Zack, sipping a thick red drink from a slender glass with a stout brim.

"Yes sir! Might I add that this will bring us more suspicions from the rest. Us and Wilhilm." remarked a lady, short was her stance and short with bangs of orange.

"Melody! I think the opposite." claimed Zack, inferred would be the word for he was too sure to think as such jerking his glass at the mercy of his playful fingers.

"Ho-How so Sir?" asked Melody, adjusting her glasses as her gaze was brimmed with eagerness to learn and hear.

"Take note! You have much to learn!"

"Yes Sir!" she respond eagerly as she took out a note and a pen.

"Let me tell you a story about a wolf who blames...." said Zack sipping slow the glass as his tongue savored the taste, "In a village where wolves neighbors wolves, they were farmer-wolves with sheep to herd and on every sixth day of the week they held a feast where every wolves brings their fattest sheep to eat and dine and share but as all story goes there was one greedy wolf who ate all his sheep in an afternoon, all stuffed with a bulging belly he then realizes that in the morrow comes the feast. The greedy wolf with no sheep for the feast then hatched a devious plan, he fetched three bones from the carcasses his greedy teeth could not have devoured, burying the rest he sneaked to a neighbor's doorsteps, leaving the bones he went to another neighbor, careful he stole three sheep and kept them for himself. Now you can tell what happens in the morning of the feast right?" narrated Zack, ending the short tale with another lip licking sip from the glass, "What did we learn?" he asks.

Melody stared with twinkling glasses and she blurted, "We are unlikely to be blamed because it is done in our roads!"

"Good!" clapping his hand in the dimly lit office where he sits with a leg up and folded, a fine sophisticated gentleman, "And,,?"

"And uhh!! the people who blames us first is likely the perpetrator!"

"Yes! Good! However a reason exists for us to still hoard all the blames if the others also know of the simple tale and there will be a certain Mister Timble who would blame us for it but everything will be clear in the meeting tomorrow,, and Melody?"

"Yes Sir!"

Turning his chair to face the other way Zack then commands, "You and Damien are coming with me tomorrow!"

"Yes Sir! Thank you!" she said, as she bowed a little version of her jumped in joy in her mind, 'The palace of Clan Sunflowers... Ohhh!! I'm glad that I became an assistant!'

A meeting was to be held in the Plateau of the Sunflowers the next day, where all leaders were expected to attend, and as you would assume this meeting was expected to be a rowdy game of blames.

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"Hmm!!, 'Noble steed strides a flat steep!?' You say! That rhymes!" I nodded my head to a line Pendragon acted as we were still riding the flat falling steep.

"I got one!" I brought out my slumbering energy for drama as I recited, "Two plus two makes not a four but instead a metaphor!" said I, sitting in front of the bigger Knight, as the sharp winds which blew at the other side of the mountain cut and blew my hair; I could feel the tranquility of the wild grasses and greens.

And a thought sprang in the mind of a Magus; If only these crawling atrocities had not been a life ending menace this place would be ideal to settle but then again humans and our endless greed begged me to differ, 'Fuckers like them will fuck everything up!' my regards went to the law makers and the silver tongued snakes who played around the holes in their laws and lastly the beings of powers who were likely given amnesty to faults if not all.

I already made my mind up back then but I could never came to a conclusion on where to put people like us who were but victims in their wake, that was one of the 'Why' on how I grinded my gears towards Anarchy.

The ride down the steep brought me peaceful moments to reflect and think back on many things, and as we passed the steep we galloped onto a place far and further from the Mother Hellspawn yet my mind was on about things from the past most particularly the reasons and names of all that molded me into this being of vengeance incarnate, the subjugator of true ugly justice.

Would I have wrote an essay or a prose but before I could channel the tranquility of the wild lands to bring out my verbosity, the apex being of drama which is my aesthete form, but before I could melt your eyes on that the noble steed then halted its thudding gallops.

On before a rocky wall we stopped where the mountain rises tall and piercing to the clouds, where thick vines and tall hanging plants draped all over its wide wall.

"So where is it Pendragon?" I probed, my eyes searched for a cave which the Knight claimed was the entrance to a paradise where he and the horse hoarded animals to safety.

"Nay!" abruptly he responded.

"Heh! I thin-" but then my words were intruded by a hearty loud claim, "Tis Pen! Name me by only Pen!"

"PEN!" I yelled to suit his style, "WHERE IS THE CAVE THEN?"

With not another word he reached out for the vines, my eyes were readied to see what hides behind their thick green leaves and as he swayed his arms to reveal what I assumed was to be the well mystically hidden cave, "Woa-?!" went a Magus however I was abruptly dealt with not an astounding face but instead a dumb blank look of derision for Pen as he claimed, "Tis be the wrong place!"

"Okay!" I said, with blank face to spite his failure.

"Tis be the....," he lilted a slight tune as he made another attempt to uncover the draping leaves, yet my straight lines of eyes had already expected him to say, "Wrong place!"

"Wrong!" he blurted with another failure.

"Wrong!"

"Do you even know where it is?" I asked calmly.

Breathing in calm air since I as the wise sage knew that my temper would lead me nowhere.

"I do!" He claimed as I slightly spied a little tantrum of a child coming from the Knight.

To which I thought, 'Is he really nine?'

Moments passed as Pen made a couple of reveals, but revealing only rocks and soils of the mountain wall, a cave was out of the picture.

"You forgot didn't you?" said I.

"Nay! Tis but a well hidden cave!"

"Then where is it?"

"TIS SOMEWHERE!!"

"I'll ask the horse then,"

"NAY!" he shouted, to which my temper finally boiled.

"THEN WHERE?"

"SOMEWHERE!!" he retorted, losing the dignity of a Knight and his armor's radiance.

"JUST ADMIT IT, YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS!"

"I AM THE KNOW!!" he fumed, an arm which grasped the swear he had just voiced, enforcing he was right.

Then, It was as though lady luck pitied the damn fool as he finally swayed the right vines and leaves, finally revealing a rather gigantic cave well hidden with two trees; whose branches grew and held steady and hide the stony mouth of the cave in each sides.

"Finally!" I clapped twice, albeit with no effort, the frustratingly numerous failed attempts he made for the epic reveal and when he finally swayed the right vines it brought down the epicness to just a simple sigh, "Good going Pen!" said I.

"Tis but a Knight's honor!" he voiced, loud and resounding with a stance that had done no wrongs.