The Secret [Fantasy Flash Fiction] (500 words)

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The Secret [Fantasy Flash Fiction] (500 words)

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The Secret by Artifacs

The erudites from Irishna say that a life without a friend is a journey without a inn.

Brodlegast hadn't seen yet enough days to be sure about that, but when you've walked along the Nateesala's pilgrims for eight leagues across the swaps, your understanding is just a reverie of a warm soup, a pint of grog and a pallet.

A hooded figure turned to look over her shoulder as they kept walking the silver road in the moonlight. Ahead, Brandlegast saw two tiny embers looking at him from the darkness. The woman spoke to him for the second time since he joined them.

"You may leave us now, young man. You're safe."

The dark figure pointed to a path to the right of the road.

Brandlegast stopped and turned his head to the path diverging from their course. He barely saw the wooden sign hunging from the branch of a tree.

He had to step closer to read it: "Fierabra's Inn"

Finally, he had crossed the outlands and entered the king's domains. He didn't even know who goddess Nateesala was, but he was sure he couldn't have ever make it without the pilgrims.

He spun to face them and say something but they were all gone, swallowed by darkness.

* * * * *

He sat in front of the fireplace after a good meal and rested his complaining legs on his bulking pack.

There were some night costumers, probably some guards with the energy which being out of duty seems to cheer the people hearts up.

A man voice came to his ears from behind, almost shouting.

"By the horn of Korum, I know you!"

Brodlegast turned to the voice. A bearded man approached. Another guard fellow sat beside his comrade in front of the fireplace.

Brodlegast had never seen them before.

He lowered his voice to a whisper: "I know your father, the blacksmith, right?" He winked to him.

Brodlegast said nothing, puzzled, staring back at this guard that happened to know his father and, probably, his secret mission.

"I'm Horengaard, your cousin." he whispered.

He turned to his friend: "This is the Forger's last son."
The other man eyes wided: "The Magic Forger?"

A nod and a proud smile: "As soon my cousin gave the king the magic armor, the royal army will enter into the mountain."

"Why are you so happy? You can't defeat a Dragon who can read your mind and discover your magic." said Brodlegast.

* * * * *

Brodlegast resumed his way the next morning, thinking he would fight the dragon beside the king and would die with honor.

The two border guards watched him walking away.

"The greed of a king and the blessing upon a boy will give us the victory at last." said Horengaard. "Not enough diamons to make a magic weapon the size of the king. But the little boy doesn't know what he's wearing."

"The blessing from who?" asked his comrade.

"Nateesala, the goddess of deception."
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