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Eternal

Youngblood, Keep on Screaming

They said meet the here at Windmont Lake. So I was here.

Lullaby stamped her foot nervously. Her breath came out in shallow puffs of air, simple clouds that twirled like tiny dancers higher into the sky. I saw a bird above my head, seemingly peering down towards me.

“Easy, girl.” I whispered sweet words to calm my steed. She rolled her eyes back to me, throwing nervous glances. Her frantic energy seemed to roll off of her likes stones down a mountain. I felt the sword heavily sit on my belt. I felt this weight and the weight of uncertainty. It was a heavy burden to bear.

I only hoped to relieve it soon.

The surface of the lake snapped and splashed in the wind. The waves were singing haunting melodies to accompany the chilling fog and breeze that had crashed through the forest. My numb hands wrapped my dirty green cloak around my shoulders. Even the heavy fabric seemed to have no defense against the wind.

And so I waited.

A fish splashed eerily in the middle of the large body of water. Windmont Lake was situated right in the middle of the forest, hugging the edge of the Ghost Sea and just north of the Soahc Cascades. The Cascades were right on the Dragontooth Cliffs. The water wet the rocks and froze over during the winter. Right now, they should be starting to freeze.

“Toltek Brightstar.” A voice asked through the fog. I squinted my eyes and strained to better see the form. A horse’s figure appeared as a shadow through the fog. A man sat tall while riding the stallion.

Their actual image fizzled into reality as they stopped, only four feet away. This wasn’t the man I remembered seeing yesterday. This was a different man.

“That’s me.” I responded quietly. His horse stood a whole foot taller than mine. It had shadowy eyes and a dark pelt. Lullaby snorted anxiously. The war horse in front of me stood stock still.

“I’m Bob Bryar.” The man stated, as if it was a stone law. His blonde hair held mist captive in its grasp. The dew only enhanced his golden strands that swept to the right side of his face. His blue eyes reminded me of Jynx’s. The air about him reminded me of law and order. His breath was his command. His arm was his judgment. “I’m part of the Gerard and Mikey’s squadron. Follow me to the headquarters.”

I willingly obeyed, following at a respectful distance. Soon as we rounded the edge of the lake towards the forest, his horse broke out to a canter. I struggled to keep up with the powerful steed under the covering cloak of fog and mist.

I followed the sound mostly. I could’ve sworn Bob was trying to throw me off his trail, but maybe this was just a test.

Maybe. Always a maybe.

I kicked Lullaby’s sides and she went a shudder faster. We slowed down as Bob reigned his horse in. It obeyed as I fell into step next to him.

“Toltek, do you know about the Witchers?” He asked softly.

“Y-yes, sir.” I responded. Bob smirked a little. We both threw our hoods up, covering our ears against the sneaky fingers of wet dew falling from the leaves above our heads.

“Good. You seem to fit the description that Frank explained to me.” He chuckled softly. I had no response to that, so I sat quietly in the saddle. Lullaby plodded along. I could’ve sworn I saw light up ahead.

“Bob?”

“Yes?”

“How many are at this camp?” I asked him. There was a quiet breath, as if it came from the forest itself. The lights grew into existence the further along we walked.

“We have three squads to take care of the northern lands. Oliver Sykes is our leader, but he’s been gone on a mission for a while. Knowing Syko, he’s probably found a nest of the bloodsuckers and decided to destroy them one by one. Syko’s having fun right now.” Bob chuckled. I smiled a little.

“He sounds pretty fun.” I added cheerily. Bob scoffed.

“As fun as an Elite can be. Oli’s a nice enough guy, but he takes his job seriously. He can be a little impulsive, but he hasn’t led us astray just yet.

“Well, who else is in the camp?” I asked him. Bryar shrugged. His horse snorted impatiently, as if it wasn’t used to going this slow. Lullaby seemed a slight bit more at ease. I hoped she wouldn’t spook right now. I needed to make a good impression.

“Well, there are three squads. Ours is called the Stormchargers. It’s just Mikey, Gerard, Frank, and Ray, Mikey, and I. We specialize in vampires and immortals of such. There’s the Final Horizons, which is Matt, Matty, Lee, and Jordan. They typically take care of necromancers and things that deal with raising the dead. Our other group takes care of demons when they pop up, which isn’t often, but still needed. They’re called Highest Sky. It’s Rian and Zack. They’re pretty cool and although they’re not really a ‘group’, more of a duo, they have the fighting skills of an army.” Bob whistled in admiration. I’ve along heard of the demon hunting branch of Witchers, and they sounded pretty tough.

“So you all act as separate branches, but live in the same camp?” I asked him, slightly confused. The Witcher nodded.

“Exactly. Every camp has three or four squads in it. We rotate camps occasionally, but otherwise stay located in one. If one squad goes out, the others can protect the camp or provide back up if needed. Plus, this encourages friendly competition.” Bob smiled through the dimness of the forest. By now we had reached the great gates of a giant wooden wall.

The barrier seemed to stretch eternities. Lights glowed from the interior of the sacred ground. My stomach tightened up at the sight. This was where I had always wanted to be. I had dreamt time and time again of being in here, upon a stormy grey steed, and slaying foes wherever they may be.

I wanted to be here. Nowhere else.

All I wanted to do was find Jynx and her sister.

My fate lay behind the gate that slowly swung open. Bob led the way as the wood latch closed behind me. We were both on the grounds of Witchers. The large area held no trees, held nothing but tents and workers. The grass was so heavily walked on that it lay flat. There were stumps where massive trees once stood. The wood now created a large main house at the north end of the great encampment.

“Ey-o, Brys!” The man with red streaks in his hair laughed as he walked up to Bob Bryar who swung off his mount. I followed suit with Lullaby.

“Gerard!” Bob grinned and slapped his shoulder. We started walking to a stables were. A horse was tacked to the outside, patiently waiting for his rider to return. Lullaby snorted loudly and shied back. I yanked her reigns and pulled her forward. The man named Ray took my horse from me and led her to a stall. I passed a sad farewell look, not really wanting to be parted from Lullaby.

“So you found him alright?” Gee asked. Bob nodded. I fell into step with them.

“Right where you said.” Bob peeled off, going towards Gerard’s brother, Mikey.

“So, you got to Windmont okay?” Gerard asked me. I nodded, following his lead to where some men were practicing. One was ferociously attack a dummy, whirling around the stuffed figure as if he was dancing a waltz.

Then his stare turned to me. Gerard pushed me forward. The man had short hair that was stuck between wavy and spikey. His eyes were ethereal, not of this world at all. They were so light green that they couldn’t be from a mortal. They stood out like lights amongst the misty air.

I was so entranced with his look that I nearly was bludgeoned with a sword.

I rolled out of the way and drew my own out of its sheath. Stepping backwards, the man took a step and sliced, parried, and flicked.

Swish, parry, sidestep, jab, repeat….

I kept this rhythm going until my arm was tiring. This man with his thin smile kept up the pace and I refused to back down. A crowd had now gathered. The ghostly eyes were wide in determination.

I felt each blow start to vibrate against my sore arm. I was going numb, but I wouldn’t surrender. Witchers fought until they died. They never surrendered. There was whistles and claps, but I was clueless who they were for. Instead, I focused all of my energy into disarming him.

There was no way I could kill him. There was no way I can kill him.

So, I focused on what I could do.

Our swords were locked tightly, neither giving in. The man had a toothy grin on him, his ethereal eyes burning even brighter.

That’s when I dropped to the ground.

There was gasps all around.

In one fluid motion, I dropped to the grass, throwing his weight towards me. Instead of letting the deadly tip pierce my throat, I rolled out of the way and the man’s sword was lodged in the ground. In one motion, I held the tip up against his throat.

And all the man did was laugh.

He laughed and held up his hands.

“You got owned by the redskin, Mesmer!” One laughed. The man rolled his eyes, but never let go of his thin smile. I removed my sword and pulled his from the earth, tossing it to him. The scar left behind reminded me of my accomplishment. My heart was still beating furiously.

“Good match, mate.” The man named Mesmer shook my hand. I smiled weakly.

“Thanks.” I responded quietly. Gerard hopped the fence of the little training arena and came towards me.

“Woah, man. You, you…you just disarmed Mesmer!” Gee clapped my back. I was still a little stunned and barely felt the happy pat.

“Who?” I asked dumbly. The man I just fought extended his hand.

“I’m Jordan Fish, part of the Final Horizons, but you can call me Mesmer.” He laughed. My mind started to click into place. Oh, his eyes. His eyes mesmerized you so that you were enthralled and couldn’t escape.

I see now.

“I’m Toltek.” I exchanged. He nodded and waved goodbye as he caught up to the others, whom I assumed were part of the Final Horizons squad.

“I’ll see you at the bonfire tonight, Toltek!” He called over his shoulder. I laughed weakly and turned my attention back to Gee.

“Was that okay?” I asked him. He exclaimed as the other ran up to him. It seemed like everyone ran everywhere in this camp.

“Okay!? That was amazing!” They all cheered. I sheathed my sword and let them all congratulate me and say how awesome it was, although I still had no clue how great of an accomplishment it was.

“Why is that so special?” I asked eventually as they took me to the main hall. Mikey grinned.

“Jordan is our top weapons expert! He’s the best with a sword and you just disarmed him!” Mikey threw his hands in the air. I blushed a little.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to wound his pride.” I spoke softly. Ray rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, dude. It’s not hard to wound Mes’ pride. He’s probably impressed, not angered.” He bumped my shoulder as we entered the great hall.

All I could do was gulp and agree. I hope to leave a good impression on all of them.

Notes

Comments

I really need this story to update I love it so much!

@VixenMotionless
Aw thank you very much! I hope you enjoy the next few chapters! :)

I can't wait to read the rest of this. I don't think a fanfic has ever captured my attention as much as this one has! :D

-Vixen Motionless

@Broken Dancer
You're welcome :)

@Chaos'sWolf
Yay that makes me super happy :) thank you!