ferael

Since adolescence, Ferael was an object of envy.He was well known to all in the villages and cities surrounding the modest forest house of his family, or for his outstanding skill of owning a bow, or for his amazingly beautiful appearance. By the time he entered his fifteenth year, only the most experienced archers could compete with him in tournaments, and by the next season he had no equal.Subsequent fame attracted his attention to local nobles.Their wives and daughters also noticed him.Although many women, from the peasantry to the richest nobility, paid attention to him, he almost did not pay attention to it.Ferael was an exclusively like -minded person.He lived for a tense onion and ringing of Teteva, for trembling and the roar of an arrow that hit the target.He was made one proposal after another from various Lords looking for his services as an archer in their armies, but he ignored this too.He began the service at the nobleman, who offered him what he really wanted - a chance to compare his skill with the enemy as often as possible.Stationary goals from straw and fabric no longer created any problems. From the very beginning, he terrorized the enemy.Although most arrows fell randomly from above, Ferael placed it at speed and accuracy.They pierced the hearts and throat without fail.When Ferael entered the battle, he walked through the near battle, always holding at a short distance from the nearest enemy, squatting and bending to get a good angle before losing another blow from close range, punching helmets and armor with heavy square arrowheads., He would be wiser left away from the fight, but his desire to meet and overcome new challenges outweighed his sense of self -preservation.During one such hand -to -hand combat, he received a blow from a lightning -fast molera.He survived the battle, probably, being mistaken for the corpse during the rest of the battle, but was in a coma for several days after that.Since his side did not defeat that day, he was left on the field among the dead, in the power of the elements. Waking up, he was in a strange place.Obviously, at some point it was a lord castle, he had long gone into nature.The roots peeked out from behind the old stones, holding small trees that grew directly from the outer walls, and the weak sunlight shone from holes in the roof.Moss covered most of the surfaces and crickets in the corners.When he examined these unfamiliar places, a woman entered.She was wrapped in thin, fluid white layers and possessed some otherworldly beauty.Ferael felt something as unfamiliar and strange for him as the environment.He was in love. It never occurred to a young man that his feelings were not really his own.The sorceress stumbled upon his slightly breathing body, strolling in the middle of the massacre on the battlefield.Being just as passionate about his charm as most women, she dragged him back into her lair, putting a spell on him to ensure his persistent devotion.She smiled, offering him a sparkling silver glass with honey wine and putting a pale elegant hand on his heart. "What will you give me?" "Anything." "And how long will you be next to me?" "Is always?" "Yes." With a warm smile, she clung to the blade in the throat and tightly pressed him to her when his blood flowed to the floor.She controlled everything.Once she woke him, and made it again. The fatal mistake was in her arrogance.She knew that her spells were strong.They had to be able to go beyond death.He had to be her forever, remaining the same as he was at that moment, but when his life was exhausted, twisted devotion went to it.When she held his face in her blood impregnated with blood, his eyes came to life.He took the same blade that she had just postponed, and quickly returned her service.She was dead.He was free.His focus still held quickly. “The label is waiting for the touch of the arrow.He does not need anything else. "