☤s є c u r є ♱ чσur ♱ f u t u r є☤

[CrimsonMoon]

A full moon floated above the ancient trees, soft glowing illuminated each tent... It was too peaceful for whatever doom the Oracle had foretold... Modern men didnt believe in such blasphemy but tradition and history circulated around such things...

[abzu]

Tristan sighed and walked out of his tent, sword sheathed for now. His boy and quiver slung across his back. His armor was off and he was wearing simple but sturdy traveling clothes. Tristan made sure all the guards were actually doing their jobs and then proceeded to the outskirts of camp. Where the fire light from the interior didn't reach. He came upon a mighty oak. It was old but strong. Perhaps if he wasn't so troubled he would of climbed the tree and rested in its branches where no one would find him.

[CrimsonMoon]

The night was silent except for the bellow of an elk far off in the distance... It was quiet... But there was the feelin of being watched, maybe the spirits the ghost woman had warned his legion about were watchin him

[abzu]

(we could time skip if you want.)

Tristan glanced over his shoulder wearily. The words of the ghost women and oracle ringing in his ears. Whispering warnings to him, making him uneasy. With one last glance over his shoulder he began to scale the oak. Growing up as a boy his father would always take him hunting in the woods. In fact most of the time he was teaching him survival skills along with other useful things. Tristan was at home in the woods, surrounded by trees and animals. Tristan had only fallen from a tree once in his life, and it was nothing too serious. So he wasn't worried about falling out of the oak. In fact it was a very stable and sturdy tree.

[CrimsonMoon]

*puts hands over ab's face* shushushushushhhhhh >83)

"... Still confident, are you?" A thickly accented voice sudddenly growls from right over his head

[abzu]

(*muffled talking* You can call me abu btw haha unless you want to call me ab. )

Tristan almost fell, his hand missing the branch. Luckily for him he was holding on tightly with his other arm and his legs were planted firmly on a branch. "who goes there?!" he asked, not bothering to hide how startled he was. Tristan was in no position to pull his sword out or boy. But he did have access to a few hidden daggers. "friend or foe?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I do not need to answer such a stupid question," the voice snaps," Do you FEEL confident?"

[abzu]

"As of right now? Slightly" he growled in annoyance as he dragged himself up onto a thick branch. "I've learned not to feel overly confident. But yes at this moment I feel slightly confident." His left hand held onto a branch above his head as he settled down and got comfortable on the branch he was on. His curiosity spiked. This could be one of the 'barbarians' that he was sent to defeat. "are you feeling confident?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" To feel confident is to be foolish..." The voice murmurs,"... You are foolish... And your Oracle will soon be giggling over your corpse, mhm..."

[abzu]

Tristan rolls his eyes his free hand going to his dagger. "Being confident is not always so foolish. It is more foolish to second guess one's abilities in a dire situation. That could get them killed. I know what I can and cannot do and put faith in my abilities."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... You haven't lived long enough," The voice replies, a small smile in the tone," Now... Look at your camp..."

[abzu]

Tristan looks out over his camp, a feeling of dread in his stomach. He imagined arrows reigning down or a ghost army sweeping out of the woods and taking the camp.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Look out peaceful it is, look how tranquil..." The voice seems to drop right next to his ear and breath tickled his ear," keep watching-" all of a sudden there is a great rumbling and then.

A column of flames roars from the grown and consumes the clearing in a roar. As if a dragon had spat it's might flames through the earth..

[abzu]

Tristan jumped and narrowed his eyes. "You see that isn't because I was confident. That was because you have inhuman powers. Nothing to do with my abilities. We would of been fine if we were attacked by actual people. Not an element." He continued grumbling as he went to climb down the tree to go help the fire. He decided he didn't really like the floating voice. If the 'barbarians' hadn't had an uprising and let the colony be in peace then he wouldn't even have to be here. It was their foolish pride that caused this. Their foolish confidence that they could win.

[CrimsonMoon]

As soon as he went below the tree line... There was the camp before him... Pristine and as tranquil as ever," What did you see?" The voice asks

[abzu]

Tristan looked at the camp, closed his eyes and opened them again. "I am getting sick of the inhuman things happening around here. I just want to go home but noooo "go defeat the barbarians of the north because they are bothering our colonies." He mutters angrily to himself as he begins to scale the tree again. Once he was on his branch he glared into the darkness. "a burning camp. Really what is up with fire and this place?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" You don't remember do you?" The voice giggles quietly," Maybe this will jog your memory... Lets just say you are not of these people..."

(Whn you watch this, just imagine Tristan as the little boy:


)

" Do you remember No Name?"

[abzu]

Tristan frowned "I don't know what you are talking about." he mutters.

(first off...where do you find these things? haha xD second off little boy as in everyone who dies? or the one who volunteered?)

[CrimsonMoon]

HOLY SHIT, WRONG VIDEO *facepalm to the max* I MEANT THIS ONE XDDDDDDDDDD

[abzu]

(makes more sense now haha a lot more sense. so um he is some important sacrificial person that they were just waiting to kill off? he still doesn't know what she is talking about(partially cus i have no clue lol))