Chapter 17: Where is Agnes Buried?
“ABC, how did you make that earth rise? When did you learn Druidic magic?” Leona asked through their telepathic link. “I don’t remember you having that ability. When we were uprooting those trees in the Ossi Kingdom palace, you said we needed a Druid.”
Abyss thought for a moment. “Although I don’t remember our visit to the palace, I don’t know any Druidic magic.”
“Then how did you do it?” Leona asked, curious. “Telekinesis?”
“Telekinesis is less precise. It only pulls objects towards the caster,” Abyss explained, smiling. “I used bone magic to achieve a similar effect. I created bone structures underground to lift the earth. Then I dissolved them, fertilizing the soil.”
“So you didn’t secretly learn Druidic magic,” Leona said.
“If we can recruit Miss Agnes, I’m sure I’ll learn quickly,” Abyss said. “Aren’t we currently investigating those magical animals and searching for Agnes’s burial site?”
They weren’t heading directly towards the Druid council. They had taken a detour through areas with a high concentration of animals, observing their behavior and searching for Agnes’s grave.
Abyss had asked Baggs about her burial site, but the answer had been disappointing. Agnes, upon her death, hadn’t had a funeral. Animals had laid her to rest in a secret location.
She had wanted to prevent her remains from being disturbed. The location of her grave was a mystery. The Druids had a statue of her, but Abyss wasn’t interested in statues.
He wanted to find her body, to meet the legendary Grand Sage. According to Flora, he had intended to resurrect five geniuses. Agnes was the fourth.
They had visited several elven villages, but their inquiries had only yielded legends. No one knew where she was buried.
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“Wait, I hear wolves. They sound angry,” Leona whispered.
“Wolves?” Maggie asked, blinking.
“I hear them as well. Miss Leona has excellent hearing,” Baggs said, his cat ears twitching. “They seem to have cornered their prey… I hear dying horses. Perhaps a caravan has been attacked.”
“Let’s investigate,” Flora said, concerned. “The animals are more dangerous now. Those travelers might be in trouble.”
“Alright, Leona, lead the way!” Abyss said.
Leona urged East Wind forward, and the swift steed galloped towards the sound, followed closely by Abyss’s undead warhorse, carrying him, Rebecca, and Baggs.
As they drew closer, they heard the wolves’ menacing growls. There were many of them, preparing to attack.
“Help! Someone, help! I’m surrounded by magic-wielding wolves!” a desperate voice, speaking in broken Elvish, cried out.
Both East Wind and the undead warhorse understood human and elven speech. They knew their mission was to rescue the traveler and they accelerated, weaving through the trees. They soon found several dead and dying horses, their bodies ripped open, some with scorch marks. The wagons were abandoned, their contents scattered.
A small clearing appeared ahead, surrounded by dozens of wolves.
In the center were more wagons, a few terrified horses, and a stout human man, his voice filled with panic.
Several bodies lay nearby, also with scorch marks, their wounds gruesome.
“Brave warriors! Please help me! My companions are dead! They’re going to eat me!” the man shouted.
The wolves, noticing their arrival, turned to face them, their fangs bared.
The alpha wolf growled, and one of the wolves charged towards them, its speed increasing, its body crackling with blue electricity. It lunged, a blur of motion, a bolt of lightning, striking the undead warhorse.
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