Eternal Spear (with Alexa Ray)

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  1. The shadows were growing longer as the sun was slowly edging closer to the horizon in the west, the flaming colours of the sky contrasted against the fading colours around the lone rider. Open fields stretched out around the dirt road only broken by the occasional cluster of trees and broken boulders thrown about the grassland as if left by giants. The grass waved and danced to the whims of a breeze bringing in the first evening chills and from the forest to the south a faint rustle could be heard as the leaves shook.

    Casting a look to the sky and then down to his surroundings Tamlin reigned in his horse to a halt, the dark bay slowed its gait and snorted as it stopped, shaking his head to rid himself of flies. The gelding was used to travelling and was far from a young, unruly stallion but he was reliable, persevering and had a lot of courage for an animal that relied on flight to survive. Dismounting Tamlin led his horse off the road and settled for a spot in between a few trees growing close to the crushed remains of a boulder offering a nice shelter.

    Nothing so far had hinted that the weather might change for the worse but you always built your camp in the best place possible which included good shelter against wind or rain and preferably a place with a good view. Not for the aesthetics but rather to have a chance to spot potential threat as soon as possible, whether it was sentient or not.

    Removing the saddlebags and the blanket he kept behind the saddle Tamlin placed them on a nearby rock before unsaddling Chun’ren and exchanging the bridle with a halter tied to a tree. The lead rope just long enough to give the gelding some movement but not long enough so he could tangle himself up easily. After having looked over his horse Tamlin proceeded to set up his camp, it was barely enough to be called a camp just a campfire with his blanket rolled out at a safe distance, the saddle pad served as extra bedding for himself as well.

    After a week on the road the daily pattern was well ingrained, wake up at sunrise to pack and tack up Chun’ren, eat something light and then ride until the afternoon. As the sun was starting to sink it was time to look up a campsite and then prepare for the night, eat and care for the equipment, then everything started over the next day. It was repetitive and boring but also something familiar in a search for the incredible.

    Tamlin had grown up with stories, from the fairy tales his mother used to tell him and his sister to the rumors in town to the legends he had heard in the academy and later during his work. He liked to believe in the fantastical and what other classified as impossible, the world didn’t get better by losing your imagination. What he now was after was just such an item, dubbed a legend and stuff of fairy tales by most and only a few dared hope it actually existed.

    The nobility had not wanted to waste resources and valuable knights on a mission doomed to fail, a whimsical search for a myth, instead they focused their attention on the brewing war. Tamlin with the skills of a knight and none of the duties had been brought into contact with a group of nobles and scholars by his sister's husband, a well known historian. Their studies in the Imperial Academy Library had brought them to books written by travellers who spent years in Kartel, writing down their legends and stories among their notes. These books convinced them that the artifact did exist and so they hired Tamlin to find it.

    Now, one week into his search Tamlin had left Seisnac far behind but he was uncertain of where to go, the written record of the dragon tribes legends were only as reliable as the one who wrote them and it showed. Some texts told of the Unian Zelu being hidden deep in the oldest forest in Euthrandiel while others seemed certain it was hidden in a mountain while others yet seemed convinced it lay beneath the ocean floor, in tunnels winding beneath the watery depth. So far he had not been forced to chose a path, but in not too many days he would have to settle for one direction, his current direction eastwards would not benefit him for much longer.

    Pulling a hand through his dark hair Tamlin pushed what he couldn't decide now from his mind, throwing another branch on the fire he settled down on his blanket, pulling out dried meat and his water skin from a saddlebag. The bread and cheese he had taken with him from the city was gone and unless he felt like spending time finding ingredients for a stew he had to be content with meat for now. The silence that followed as dusk fell only broken by the sounds of Chun'ren and the crackling fire.
     
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