DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Destined Rewind
-Ignisfell, Celestoria-
Rosche sat on the pavement, fatigue weighing heavily on her shoulders. Her eyes remained closed, seeking solace in the brief respite from the world. The warmth of the sun’s rays gently touched her face, creating a half-blinding glow when she finally opened her eyes.
Unbeknownst to her, a group of mischievous children had gathered nearby. To them, Rosche, with her disheveled appearance, seemed like an easy target for amusement. With laughter echoing through the air, they mocked her, treating her as though she were a beggar rather than a weary traveler.
The sound of their giggles penetrated Rosche’s semi-conscious state, stirring her from the edges of sleep. Reality rushed back, and with a sudden awareness, she realized that she had momentarily forgotten her mission in the haze of exhaustion. Determination flashed in her eyes as she swiftly stood up, wiping away the traces of weariness from her face.
“I must be too exhausted,” she murmured to herself, a self-affirmation against the derisive laughter that still lingered in the air. As Rosche regained her composure, the children, sensing her awakening, scattered like leaves caught in the wind, their giggles fading into the distance.
As Rosche maneuvered through the busy streets of Ignisfell, the rhythmic thud of approaching hooves caught her attention. A group of warriors, mounted on powerful steeds, caused a stir among the citizens who quickly made way for them. Intrigued and sensing a connection to her forgotten mission, Rosche approached a bystander, a woman who seemed to be observing the spectacle.
“Excuse me,” Rosche inquired with genuine curiosity, “what’s happening? Why are these warriors mobilizing?”
The woman turned toward Rosche, her expression a mix of awe and concern. “They’re the soldiers of the king,” she explained, “heading to aid their fellowmen in the battle against the Darkbanes. It’s been an ongoing struggle between the Eclipsarians and the Darkbanes for quite some time now.”
A flicker of worry crossed Rosche’s face as she heard the familiar term, ‘Darkbanes.’ The urgency of the situation intensified, and she felt a pull to involve herself somehow. As the warriors passed by, she spotted a horse tethered near an establishment. Without a second thought, she mounted the horse, ready to follow the soldiers.
However, the owner of the horse, a concerned man, rushed towards her, exclaiming, “That’s my horse!”
“I don’t have money right now,” Rosche responded, urgency in her voice, “but I really have to go. Maybe this is valuable enough.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pendant, its rare gem glinting in the sunlight. As she tossed it to the man, he instinctively caught it, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Take care of it,” Rosche called back, urging the horse to move faster. The man, still dumbfounded, examined the pendant in his hand, realizing that he had just received something unexpectedly precious.
Meanwhile, Rosche raced to catch up with the soldiers, her mind filled with a mix of determination and concern for the unfolding conflict between the Eclipsarians and the Darkbanes. The streets of Ignisfell echoed with the fading sounds of hooves and the stunned murmurs of the bystanders left behind.