Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

The silva 2

Silva was too young to follow combat when the civil war broke out, and he was half dead wanting to rebuild the Second Army. Thanks to the Silvalah-language he could speak Tonlethom, Knuddelbar, Barchen, Griech, even a little Zemeni-language-which eventually brushed off Lita's reluctance. He allowed her to accompany him to Mudik Island along with a team of Knoulbar Examiners. They entered the tavern and inn to eavesdrop on the locals.

    If you want to go to Rog Kingston, make sure you leave during the day. Spirits walk in the middle of the night. Erra's witch really existed, my cousin once went in there, and she swore she'd been healthy ever since. His words are much more trustworthy than yours.

    They found two Knoulbar families hiding on Mudik Island. They even raided slave merchant ships, and when the refugees were sorted out, the unskakti were allowed to return safely, while the mighty were gladly welcomed back to Juwel. The only one who chose to survive on Mudik Island was the Enchanter Witch. "Let them want my blood" said the woman. "In return, I'll take some of their blood."

    Silva was fluent in the Knuddelbar language, and the new nickname he made himself - the Witch Enchanter, bore a new identity in each city. So much success does not necessarily make Lita happy. "The skill of tirade is still not enough" he said. "You have to learn not to stand out, you're too noisy, noisy, memorable. You're taking too many risks."

    "Lita," said the Examiner who was their traveling companion. "Just be sure." The man is a wave amplifier. When he died, his bones could make Knuddelbar's power stronger. However, while still alive, he was instrumental in their mission, as a trained Knuddelbar reinforcement, his touch able to detect the magic of Knuddelbar.

    Lita was usually hard-hearted to the man, but this time she narrowed her blue eyes. "My teachers never gave me an impeachment. If Silva gets chased by a fellow farmer rampaging through the woods, will they take him for granted?"

    Silva then grumbled away, his pride hurt, embarrassed by his teary eyes. Lita snapped at him not to go over the hill, but Silva simply ignored the woman's words, eager to keep as far away as possible from the Storm-Caller-and directly entered the camp of Dushenka, the Barchen Army. Six blond youths speaking in the Baarchen language huddled on the cliff that towered above the beach. They were lighting a bonfire and dressed as farmer Knuddelbar, but Silva had merely recognized them. Long time they looked at him.

    "Oh thank goodness" said Silva in melodious Knuddelbar. "I'm separated from my family, and I'm lost in this forest, can one of you help me find my way?"

    "It looks like he's lost" said one of the youths in the Barchen language.

    Another got up while carrying a lantern in his hand, he approached Silva. Silva's instincts screamed to tell him to run. They don't know who you are, Silva reminded himself. You're just a Knuddelbar girl separated from her family and strayed into the woods. Don't act stupid, lure one away from the other, then crush him.

    "What are you doing here?" ask the young man in the language of Barchen.

    Silva knew this one young man, his long blonde hair was as beautiful as gold, while his blue eyes were like ice that glittered like under the winter sun. He was the one who saved me first. Silva pretended to be confused. "Sorry, me" he said in Knuddelbar. "I don't understand, I'm lost."

    The young man invaded. Silva did not have time to think, he raised his hand to attack the young man, his attack was too fast. Without much doubt, the young man dropped his lantern and grabbed Silva's wrist, clamping both his hands together, consequently unable to use his magic.

    "siqirsei," said the young man complacently. Magicians. He smiled at the wolf. The attack was just a test. The girl Knuddelbar who had been lost must have been a frightened girl. Sembrono.

    That's why Lita doesn't allow Silva to participate in any of her missions. Knoulbar who obtained an adequate education would never commit such a mistake. Silva is aware that he is Tol*l, but he does not need to be a traitor. He pleaded with Knuddelbar, not shouting for help - even as they tied his hands, threatened him, threw him into a rowboat like a sack of wheat. Silva wanted to scream in fear, hoping that Lita would come to her rescue, pleading for help from anyone. Dushenka rowed his boat onto a ship that was anchored off the coast, Silva put it in a cell and, the beginning of the real fear started from that moment.

    Silva has gone into the bowels of the opposing ship. He did not know that today was day or night, his hands were tied as tightly as possible so as not to be able to use his magic. Twice or once Silva was fed the hard, quality-fed bread in order to save his life, and of course Dushenka must also water fresh because they do not know when else they will be given drinking water. Silva sometimes dreamed, in the Royalemerald when he was burned alive in a bonfire and woke up screaming. A bad dream, a famine, swept through Silva's mind, to the point that he no longer knew what was real and what was not real.

    Then one day, Dushenka crowded around in the hold, wearing a slippery black-silver uniform, white wolf heads stamped on their sleeves. Dushenka marched in orderly fashion, and there was one of the people who appeared in the middle of the line. As usual, tall, but well-bearded and gray blonde hair at the temple. He walked down the hold, and stopped in front of the captives.

    "How much?"

    "Sixteen, sir," replied the long golden-haired young man who had captured Silva.

    The commander cleared his throat and patted the young man on the back. "I'm Dionysius Rochziskiy."

    Silva is terrified. He sensed that the horror was all over Knoulbar in the cell.

    At school, Silva was obsessed with Dushenka, and they also had nightmares: horses they bred to fight Knoulbar, or wolves that fell to death scattered. That is also the reason Silva can speak Barchen, he will learn as much as he can about Dushenka, perfecting the Barchen language, knowing about the culture, and preparing to face them. Among the Dushenkas that Silva studied, Dionysius Rochziskiy was the most violent.

    He is a legend, a monster that awaits in the dark. Dushenka already existed hundreds of years ago, but when Nisius took over the leader, their power doubled and became much more deadly. He changed the training style to the roots of the Bearchen. And start tracking Knoulbar who doesn't want to be found. Silva hoped that he would face Nisius as a warrior of revenge, but he never expected to face the man, against his children alone.

    He was silent for a long time, and then spoke in perfect Knuddelbar. "Before you stand a new generation of Dushenka, a sacred order that will exterminate your people to protect the independent country of Barchen. Those who will take you to Barchen to be tried and thus obtain the title of officer. They are the strongest and the best among us."

    Oppressor, thought Silva.

    "You will be judged for your crimes."

    "Oh, too" said one of the prisoners. "I'm just an ordinary farmer, I don't hurt you, I don't do anything."

    "You are an insult to Syel" lead Nisius. "A plague to the world. You say you love peace, but what about the children who will inherit your demonic powers? I'll just save my mercy for the helpless men and women who were crushed to death by the cursed Knoulbar."

    He then faced the Dushenka people. "Good work, son," he said in the Barchen language. "We'll be sailing to Royalemerald soon."

    The Dushenka seems to be about to explode because it is so proud. When Nisius came out of the hold, they patted each other affectionately on the shoulders, laughing with relief and satisfaction. "Our work is good" said one Dushenka. "Sixteen Knoulbar men we deposit into the Royalemerald."

    "It's for sure."

    "Good, I'm tired of shaving beards."

    Then one of the Dushenkas moved towards the holding cell and grabbed Silva's hair. "I like this one, still nice and mont*k. Maybe we should just get him."

    The golden-haired youth slapped his hand. "What is this about you?" speaking for the first time when Nisius was gone. The gratitude in Silva's heart receded when he heard. "Have you committed adultery with a dog?"

    "What kind of dog was it?"

    Others laughed out loud, while they went up. The last Silva walked into the corridor, and he spoke to the Barchen man in his perfectly straightforward language, "What evil?"

    The young man shook his head, and when he turned his head towards Silva, his bluish eyes gleamed with hatred. Silva is not beating.

    "How do you speak our language? Did you study at the Juwel border?"

    "I'm a Knuddelbar" Silva lied." And I want to know what crime we're making."

    "Magic again."

    "Right, if you mean your grandmother's fairy tale. Your commander said, we are on trial for our crimes. What crime?"

    "You will soon be tried for spying and crimes against the people."

    "We're not criminals" said an Acevalin in Baarchen, who was stammering from his drooping spot on the floor. He's the longest on this ship, and too weak to get up. "We're ordinary-farmers, teachers."

    I am not, Silva said. I'm soldier.

    "You will be judged, you will be treated more fairly than you deserve."

    "How many Knoulbar have been found innocent?"

    The Acevalin groaned. "Don't heat it up. You're not gonna make him change his mind."

    However, Silva clasped his bars tightly and said, "How many Knoulbars have been found innocent?"

    The young man turned his back on Silva.

    "Wait on! Please! Please give us some water. Will you treat your dog like this?"

    The young man fell silent, his hands outstretched to the door. "I shouldn't have said that. At least, dogs are loyal. Loyal to his people. Calling you dogs is an insult to dogs."

    I'll feed you to a hungry hound, Silva thought. At that time, he simply said, "Water. Please."

    The young man walked to the top and the door was closed.

    "Don't waste your breath, he won't be kind to you" said Acevalin.

    However, shortly afterwards, Dushenka returned downstairs carrying a cup and a bucket of fresh water to him. He put it into the bars and closed it hard without a word. Silva helped Acevalin drink, then sipped a cup of water as well.

    "I would kill to be allowed to take a bath" Silva said. "You can bathe me."

    "don't talk to me" he growled and went to the door.

    He hasn't returned since, and they haven't had drinking water for three days. But when the storm hit, the fox clock came to save Silva's life.

~Next Silva 3