Seelo

A group of travellers walked hurriedly trying to get to the next outpost by nightfall. Cloaked in dark green colours they trudged through the downpour. Their heavy backpacks burden there tired backs and worn shoulders. In the distance a melodious hum starts as if the howling wind danced along to the flowing tune. Seeking shelter the weary travellers spread along into the coming valley. The forest was over grown with only game paths to walk on it took them a very tiring effort to stumble through the brush and thorns. They started down a hill in the dark moon light the saw a dim flickering light of a fire just beyond the sharp and spiked barricade of natural stone formations. They had no choice but to make their move in wards towards the strange language being sung to an unknown tune. the desperate crew shuffled among the slippery rocks trying to make their way through the thick natural barrier. The music suddenly stopped the fires light died out and the clack of would end any noise other then the rain and cumbersome footsteps. the oldest among the travelers shouted back towards a young looking man maybe around his twenties.

"Matray careful up ahead its steep and looks to be the worst to come."

Matray responded in turn with a shout back to a young female behind him and she to the one behind her a female who seemed to be the youngest of the group and the most frail. Her name Tairayem. Her physique one of years and years of study over books and of feminine etiquette she struggled to maintain a proper posture and walk as she stepped through the rough out cropping of stone and mud. They all get to the top where a stone structure reaches out to the cliff side creating an arch of sorts. Inside said arch a gate made from mant a large tree cut to fit the arch in such a way as to leave no gaps. Charcoal glue and this strange tar substance fill the cracks and hold the monstrous gate together. The travelers perplexed as to how the gate was made wasted no quarry on thought as they pushed on the gate all together. The gate did not give an inche. The group simultaneously felt watchful eyes peering through them as if they where being thoroughly searched. As they all slightly shivered in there rain drenched cloaks Tairayem uttered under her breath into her cupped hands in a unique and Germanic language. With this incarnation her palms set ablaze. she cradled the fire between her palms like a child would a frog they had just playfully caught.

"Tairayem what are you doing! you fool put your craft away!"

the oldest shouted infuriated with panicked he smashed her hands together furiously wiping his head to and fro in search of the gaze. Tairayem frustrated says

"But I'm cold un like you thugs I actually feel this wretched weather. I DEMAND THE ONE WHO OWNS THIS BLASTED BARBARIC ABODE LET US IN RIGHT NOW!"

the oldest snapped his hand to her mouth in tandem he unscathed his gleaming blade that let of a faint smell of rust and blood. Like a wave of fear the group got back to back and there they stood frozen in the never ending downpour fearing for their very lives.

disclaimer these episodes take me sometime to.right and I appreciate those of you who read my work this is my first time publishing my work to.a site and I'm glad to.say I'm going to continue this far and I may have an irregular schedule because of life stuff so sorry but thanks for reading and please enjoy!

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