"I have love you the way you are since the first time we've met, and you need not to prove that you're better, because I believe that you're a great being," said Martha, the wife of Drake.
"It's because I know I can be better and yet here I am both doing nothing and being forgotten," asnwered Drake.
"Here we go again, it is always like this, and you will always ignore my words... please listen to me, you no longer need to do this," hesitatingly replied Martha.
"It can't be stop, you know I need to this and you know you can't stop me. I must go, on the break of the sun, dust clouds will be left behind on this... forsaken town, I ask you my love, would you come with me to prove what I can be, and if you can't come, then... let my lips kiss you as a promise that I'll return safe, and have proven that I am right all along." said Drake.
The was the last night that Martha had seen his love, many months have passed and thousand of tears has been kept from shedding, it is one of the promises that Drake told Martha by the moment he left.
"Martha, I promise you that the next time you cry it will be tears of joy that will slide down your beautiful cheeks."
Sweet, sweet words that Martha is still contemplating in front of her lifeless home now that her heart has departed away to new distants.
On the first day of the long journey of Drake, he met with men of different specialties and prowess, one of them is a warrior from a far away kingdom of Nortus, a place of high mountains and great masters of weaponry and of delicacies, another one is a prince from Elazul, and enough other men and ladies of which also seeking what Drake is, honor, truth, and proof, a proof that somewhere outside the walls of knowledge of men lies something far beyond, deeper and broad than any wisdom has ever known.
Because of Drake's social skills the people whom he met because his companion and a little bit later his most valued allies and good friends.
The first week of Drake took a lot of effort from him and his brigade just in order to clear up a mile due to the relentless storm that is stopping their tread.
One night, Evan a magician from Exobar after casted a magical force field around their camp and the others set fire proposed that the storm that is hindering them from going on must be some kind of sorcery.
Evan spoke softly, "Dear friends we've been with each other for some quite time and it's about time for me to raise my voice in order to satiate curiosity that arises in your mind."
Nestor, a Dwarf from Nortus spoke, "Tell us what you want to tell us then, don't keep me waiting, you know us Dwarfs we don't like waiting."
Drake galliantly spoke, "Calm down Nestor, Evan please proceed on what you're going to say."
"My friend I am sorry if I would say it just now but for some quite time I've been trying to think why there is storm in this part of the land when it shouldn't have? I say then that it is a form of sorcery that somewhere someone is discontinuing our travel." said Evan.
"It is probably be true but how can you say that it is sorcery and not in accordance to nature?," asked Drake.
"Drake, I think Evan is right." said Greg, a marksmen and a woodsmen from the kingdom of Soliras.
"Judging from the roots of the tree in this area they should have been soaked in rain water and yet not a droplet of water is surrounding the trees," explained Greg.
"Of course it will be dry can you see how tall the trees here and how green their leaves," exclaimed Nestor.
"I disagree with you Nestor, another thing that is wrong around here is that the only objects that I sense life force are ours and nothing else," said Evans.
"Only us have soul, surely you should know that," boastfully replied Nestor.
"No, you don't understand me, I meant life force as in life itself not the soul, in my Kingdom from Exobar, people would feel the life force of everything making life joyful because of the precense aura that each and everyone their emits, the animals, the fowls, the people, the rocks, and including the trees. But here... not a single tree is showing such aura," said Evans.
They are in a situation that in a game of chess in a position of stalemate where the king has no where else to go. And then came morning and still the rain kept on pouring when Drake spoke.
"If what is Evan is saying is true then let us proceed carefully, Evan keep your powers at ready when something sinister comes, and Greg..." Drake speaks when Greg spoke.
"I've already asked my falcons, Eremes and Silver to give us visual from the sky and from a mile before we travel," Greg answered.
"Good, and Nestor, keep your senses cautious and everyone stay calm and act as usual for we may be followed," Drake ordered.
Another has pass when Greg notice that they've been walking in circle, as if they are passing the same place over and over again.
Night has rose when they set camp Greg went to Drake and whispered.
"It seems we are moving in circle because we've been passing this spot over and over again," said Greg silently.
"Good that you notice just by now. I've been thinking of it for some quite time by now. Because inside of this hollow log we're sitting on is where I left a dagger by the time I notice that we've been here before and as you can see," Drake spoke, placed his hands inside the hollow log and took something.
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Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 6:26pm
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