The Amber Sword

The staggered ice crevices wind deep, as if the vascular complexity of the giant beast were distributed beneath the glacier, but there is no blood pulsation inside, only pitch black and silence, water drops dripping from a few feet of long ice prism, occasional dinging noise, breaking this silent silence.

A sudden footstep broke into the silence like a dream, fell and collided, the footsteps seemed to be chased or something, it passed through an ice cave connected to one another, and then a teenager entered the field of vision, the teenager's skin was dark, the clothes on and off were broken and broken, and there were blood marks, but a long mess of eyes gave off a burning glow.

Yaruta gasped heavily, his sword wounds had not improved since entering the frost forest, his fever persisted, and the surrounding scenery was clear and sometimes blurred in his eyes. When the condition gets worse, the ice-blue column even produces a shadow in his eyes, but in the middle of it, he can always see the shadow that was so far away from him.

It seemed like an individual, but there was always only one back shadow, and for two weeks it had been floating in front of it. It was as if there was some kind of magic urging him to cross the forest, the glacier, and follow him all the way back there, all the way here.

But Aruta had a cracked headache, and there was not much to remember in his head, but at least he remembered his father, his sister, and the hunter who died that day outside the frosty forest: when he curled under the carriage and felt the wound on his chest and stomach bleeding like a shot, his body was weakening and floating, as if to lose all consciousness.

A voice entered his mind, and all he remembered was that it was a neutral, emotionless voice:

“Do you want to live, mortal? Stand up if you want to live. ”

“Save me... Save me...” Aruta remembered moaning in confusion, unanswered. He coughed so hard, “Are you going to save me? ”

“I can't save you, but someone can. ”

“…” Aruta opened her mouth and felt almost breathed, let alone spoke. But then, a cold breath spread from his heart, restoring a little spirit to him.

“You must come to me and come to me. You can only save yourself if you obey my orders. ”

“In the meantime, I'll give you shelter, but you don't have much time. ”

Aruta injected a little power into his body, and he barely opened his eyes and saw a giant, pale blue illusion standing in front of him, like a ghost, but he didn't have the strength to look up at each other's faces and see only that loose robe.

“Why did you save me, the others? ”

“You and your sister, and maybe the twelfth inheritance, have some roots. But that's not the point. You need my help, and I need yours. ”

“Sister?” Aruta was excited to hear the word: "Sister, is she alive...? ”

“She can't die. Someone will save her. ”

“And me, can I still see her? ”

“Don't worry, you'll always meet your sister again, just follow my command--”

“But who the hell are you? ”

“I'm a crystal, and you mortals like to call me that, but I prefer my original name, ‘Lucius', but what you see is not me, it's just a message; it's hard for me to explain it to you, but you just need to understand that you need my help, and I need yours. ”

“You need my help? ”

“Yes, I need you to come to me. ”

“Aren't you right in front of me? ”

Instead of answering, the blue figure looked down at him and turned around slowly. Aruta felt that his body seemed to be recovering at an accelerated pace, and there was always a voice in his heart calling out to him, and the ghost made him so poor that he followed him so vaguely.

They walked into the woods one after the other, as if they had not been noticed, and he passed by the black knights of Anrek, who were unaware. And then they went through the forest, through the valley, through the snow fields and the glaciers, without encountering a monster, and every night after that, that blue figure would reappear, walking in front of him at a constant distance.

Day after day, Aruta forgot the surroundings, even the hunger and the cold, and the time, but the faster the other person gradually walked, the less time was left for him.

“Aruta, you're going to have to accelerate. ”

“We don't have much time left for you. ”

Juveniles are also gradually discovering.

The body has become heavier and heavier, the ever-unfinished sword wound is like a painful brand. It always involves his nerves. The steps are no longer as light as they were when he first stepped into the forest. The mind is sober and sometimes cloudy. Aruta can only maintain limited calm most of the day. His vision becomes narrower and narrower in front of him, and the surrounding scenery darkens a little bit, finally for that moment.

He saw the blue shadow in front disappear.

His feet were soft and he suddenly slipped down one side of the ice.

In the darkness came a string of crushed ice rolling down, and soon returned to silence.

……

“Wake up, wake up, there's not much time left for you. ”

“Wake up...”

“I need your help. ”

Brando opened his eyes suddenly and his pale forehead was full of fine, dense sweat beads. ‘When -’ he raised his head somewhat bewildered, and the ice over his head was always a glorious blue color, echoing in the distance of his ears a whistle called 'Jupiter's slang', a sound of a cold stream passing through a canyon in the north, with a huge glacier joining the ground at one end of the canyon.

The voice goes on and on, but it's still far away, and it's often mistaken for a monster with a number one locked in an underground abyss.

Brando's skeptic stared deep into the cave for a while, his eyes seemed like an unsolvable puzzle, and he clutched together a blanket that didn't look solid, which made him realize he had a dream.

He had a strange dream, where so many people walked through a glittering snowfield, dressed in strange clothes, black and white robes, riding on wingless dragons, and they were surrounded by black, huge, square-tipped buildings with strange metallic shine, covered in a spider-web-like crystal lattice, and Brando recognized that those were the wreckages of Milos —— the more they were said to go to the center of the glacier, the more such wreckages.

This is exactly what Brando saw in his dreams, where he saw those people passing through these ancient ruins to the edge of a huge rift canyon, where they held a grand sacrificial ceremony, pushed slaves down the valley, and then threw a huge shiny box into the abyss.

Time was moving slowly in the glacier, and he saw those people settle down and live next to the cavemen on the ice. But all of a sudden there was an argument among them, and then there was the division, the battle, the division from within into two factions.

The unsuccessful party continues north, while the rest of us stay, the good sights stop, many older people freeze to death on the glacier, and young people try to leave the glacier for the forest, but in turn they fall on the path of migration.

There are only a handful of people left...

The man he dreamed of watched over the glacier day after day, watching his own people fall, dying like a plague, and finally falling on himself.

Brando Blur remembers the last sunrise he saw in his dreams, the sun rising from the West, red and huge, the heavens and the earth turning red, as if it were a sign of something.

Brando, take your sight back.

The hole * * is quiet and silent, everyone has fallen asleep, there is a bright light at the far end of Brando's field of view, it is the bonfire, it should be the second half of the night now, then it is Metisa and Charles who guard the night at the bonfire, he can even occasionally hear the low voice of conversation coming from that side.

But Brando didn't intend to get up, he leaned alone in the dark, and some didn't understand what that strange dream meant. By the time he had calmed down completely, he had realized that what he saw in his dreams might have been what the Minors had seen with their own eyes, and the people he had seen, most likely the Minors who had crossed the glacier.

The Minors were driven away by the Gilts at the end of the Saints' War, roughly around Chaos.1024, that is, before the golden hoof year, earlier than the days of the Rubik and Sword, and shortly thereafter the last Great Tide, which, according to scripture, cut the continent's population by almost a third.

That was the worst disaster that Vaughn experienced after the Saints' War.

Suddenly he remembered seeing the red and colossal sun in his dreams and remembered a passage from the prophecy of darkness: blood fell from the sky, and disaster ended from the west to the east.

Isn't that the last time you described the Great Tide?

But why would he suddenly dream of something that happened a thousand years ago, and Brando himself doesn't understand, he just finds it strange not to say. He also remembered the box that the Minors had thrown into the abyss, like the Golden Ark. He felt that his dream might have something to do with this box, but he knew nothing about what was in it, and there was no record of it in history.

Brando sighed gently, and the feeling of being spyed up in his heart rose again, and he turned around subconsciously, silently, and the iceberg was like a body of a sleeping giant beast, sometimes quietly palpitating. But Brando looked around vigilantly, and he clearly felt like he was always hiding a pair of eyes in the dark.

‘Brando, that would never be the Guardian clan...’

He couldn't help but look in the direction of Aloz's sleep and remembered the conversation between the two in the afternoon.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)