The Pass by Zion Kistler (books to read romance TXT) 📖

it will all explode, and the secret will be revealed, or otherwise he will be famous within a short time. His exact whereabouts and intentions will become evident in only a matter of time…
“Oh yes, and Elder, my opponent was also very fast.”


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Chapter Seven
Many Milestones
After that last comment, Treaf went wondering through the tents, for he had been hoping intentionally that the Elder would think this over without the presence of Treaf. He was tired of such dramatic talk. In fact he was looking for Mildo right then, and it seemed like all the tents, (which had been set up for the wounded, mind,) were an endless maze, leading Treaf right to his death.
Just when he was going through a different area, there came a feeling on his shoulder, and he could hardly feel it since he had very much got used to a lot of battering that day. He turned his head to make sure that he had been right about feeling anything at all, and in horror and disgust he beheld Malock, looking as dreary and annoying as ever. And here I used to respect him, Treaf thought, and then with a very angry and defiant look at him he kept walking, not wanting to be bothered by anyone except for those which he handpicked. Luckily, he noted, Malock did not pursue him, and he kept walking, partially feeling irrelevant to the whole society that they were in. Huh. After this Treaf realized that he was actually worried about Mildo, for usually he found him to be quite annoying. Whatever. I’m not going to test myself or anything stupid like that to reach deep inside my heart and…with that he felt such anger that he almost screamed, and then he kicked a tent with a soft form in it—probably a person, and moved on.
Presently he found Mildo, who was leaning on a tree a ways off from the new camp location.
“Hi,” Treaf said, not putting any enthusiasm into this one word. Mildo nodded, looking as tired and angry as Treaf.
“This whole time I was fighting a person, and I killed him—he was the one that was controlling the Blackwolf Spirits. What were you doing?”
“Trying to ward off the stupid Spirits. Didn’t exactly work.”
“Huh.”
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For a few minutes they kept talking, but after that Treaf realized that there was not really anything to talk about, so he left and decided to go find some food, since he was very hungry and there was not really anything else to do for then.
Presently he arrived at a place where he seemed to be able to smell food, so he wandered around a bit until he found the source.
There were a few people cooking some food, something that seemed to be a very thick soup, and it looked very good at the moment, so Treaf, without asking, hunted around for a second and found a bowl, then scooped some of the food into it. After that he did not attempt to find a spoon, but instead just slurped it all up. The moment it touched his throat the murky liquid scalded him, but for some strange reason Treaf did not mind this. Besides, it was cold out, and now he was warm. Perfect. Wonder what we’re gonna be doin next? Treaf wondered, and looked over into the woods.
After a few more minutes of sitting on a rock Treaf looked over to some distant mountains on the other side of the mountain and valley that they were on. Then he shivered while he was looking at some of the high peaks and decided to go grab a warmer cloak from one of the bags. He might as well not be miserable if he could do something about it, so he started walking into the tents again. His sword swung at his side, and he noted that recently he had realized the uselessness of mortal weapons. Ah yes, and if I’m gonna be fighting for the rest of my life I might as well go to the Elder and have my sword fixed. He was not in the mood to deal with anyone, of course, but necessity forced his hand, and he decided that he could stand it just this once.
First, however, he went and found a cloak, a scarf, and some more leather padding for his armor. After that he went and looked for the Elder. Before he was able to find him, however, there came another touch on his shoulder, but this time it was not however Malock, but someone different entirely, and Treaf had never met him.
“I am under the impression that you were injured in the battle,” he said, and Treaf’s mind went blank, and then he said with realization, “Oh, right, right—I have a few broken ribs. One of the spirits whammed me with its paw and I hit a tree, so…” the other person, (Treaf did not know his name,) nodded in understanding, and then said in reply, “Please come this way. I’ll do somethin’ about that.” Treaf followed him for a while, and then out of curiosity he said, “How many were injured?” The man took a second to reply, and when he did he said, “All but ten.” Treaf’s anger returned in a flash. What the hell! Great! Now we only have injured people who probably can’t even fight, he thought, and grimaced.
“Not all of their injuries are as bad as yours, though, mind,” he said, and since Treaf realized that his weren’t even that gruesome at all his hopes rose a little. But even so it was quite an aggravating thought.
Presently after making their way through some tents they came to a particular one that the ‘doctor’ stopped at, and after a sec he went into it and brought out some bandages and ointments of some kind. Treaf, however, remained outside, and soon the man had told him to take off his shirt, and after that he did some strange messages on his ribs, which made it feel better, and then he put on the ointments and then rapped all of the bandages around him tightly. Then Treaf thanked him and put his shirt back on over the bandages, walked through the tents for a while, and soon he arrived where he had left the Elder, and it looked like he was pondering as usual.
“Hey Elder,” he said. He turned and looked at him, but made no reply.
“The wards on my sword broke when I fought that guy. Could ya fix it?” The Elder nodded and said, “Really, you should learn this spell.”
“Some other time. Right now I’m busy.” After that comment the Elder told Treaf to come in to his tent, and then he began the process again, and in five minutes it was done. Treaf did not find the whole thing that interesting this time, even though he had seen it only once. His sword looked exactly the same as before when it had not been broken, and so Treaf slid it back in his sheath, and with that he said ‘thanks’ and walked off into the cold. I should really go get some more stew, Treaf decided, and headed that way.
While he was at that part of the camp he also grabbed some sandwiches and some bread, then went over to Mildo, who was also at the same place as he had been. He gave him a bowl of the soup, a sandwich and the other piece of bread, and then ate his own second helping. After this he was very warm, but he was also thirsty, so he went and grabbed some wine to flush it all down. After this he went into a tent and slept.

Mildo, however, was still out in the cold that he realized his body was starting to buzz, which obviously meant he had been standing there so long that his body was about to fall asleep. However, he had realized the danger before it had struck, and so he put his hands in his hands and sighed, walking away like a wandering fool. Huh. I really don’t get why the hell all of ‘em keep wanting to fight us, he thought. Right at that period they were ten short, bringing them to fifteen. That was not something worth attacking, in Mildo’s opinion. Not at all, though he supposed that the Elder was quite a dangerous old man, so maybe that was the reason. I could go hunting, he thought, but then the image of him racing the Drewmorocks threw the forest back to camp that one time that he had gone ‘hunting’ popped into his head, and he shivered, quickly abandoning the idea.
Actually once he looked around he realized that it seemed nobody was moving around at all right then; they seemed dead, but with some spirit in them, which Mildo guessed was the will to win.
After a bit more of doing nothing he decided to go grab a map from someone, for he wanted to see where exactly they were in The Jaragon. Probably about in the middle, but still, it took a long time to travel, it seemed, until they were done with it, so he could not judge by his memory and opinion.
The great thing is, he thought, digging through a pack that was particularly large, that we will soon come across the ‘Twelve Lords’ or whatever…this would probably not prove as an excitement, for he had remembered patiently waiting for them to reach the Oh! so wonderful Jaragon. Even the name made him shiver, though he remembered how particularly dreary Goshop had been too.
Soon he found