Chapter 37: The meeting

Norrix:

Traveling in a bottomless bag is weird. I had to spend the entire day cooped up in one. The dragon shifter promised he will take me out at night. At least, my burns have healed.

I can feel as the sun sets. After a while, I also feel the pull from the outside. I let the dragon's mana pull me out, and then I can breathe the cool night air again.

The night is stained by the necromantic mana in the air. I look around, trying to see the source. There is a necromancer sitting to the side. He has brown eyes, and raven hair. He kind of looks like the father of the boy, who sits between the two of them.

"Hello, and thank you for letting me tag along," I say, with a slight bow towards the dragon.

"Are you really a vampire?" The boy asks. I open my mouth, so my fangs can be seen in the light of the campfire. "Wicket."

I chuckle at the boy. He has nature mana surrounding him. I wonder, just whose champion, is he? There are so many forest gods, that it will be difficult to tell.

"My name is Erik," the boy introduces himself. "And this is Nathaniel. You probably already know Giv."

"I do, how close are we to Corum?" I ask. The dragon shifts in his spot.

"We are not that far away from Istaquila. We were attacked by a water spirit," Givontair says, and I can see that the necromancer's shoulder slump at that. I quirk an eyebrow.

"Why would a nature spirit attack you? What did you do?" I really want to know if these three are enemies of some god or the other.

"We didn't do anything," the necromancer says. "We just defended ourselves."

I nod, not wanting to pry. If it had concerned me, then the two adults would have told me the truth.

"Are you all going to stay around this campsite?" I ask them. The dragon's blood was nourishing, but that was hours ago. Now, I am a bit hungry. A nice deer, or even a rabbit, will do me plenty of good.

"Yes, we are staying here until the morning," Nathaniel says. I stand up, then.

"Well, I will go and hunt. See you before the sunrise," with those words, I leave them.

The forest is quiet around me. Yet, the ground is full of the traces of the inhabitants, if only one knows where to look. There is a human in the forest. Although, something is wrong with them.

I can feel that they are healthy, but there is something vile cloaking them. I can't let someone like this come to my traveling companions. With silent steps, I make my way towards the human.

The moonlight lights a meadow. Maybe it was beautiful before, but now it is full of decay. There is a man in the middle, surrounded by smoke.

"Who are you?" I ask the being. For, there is no way that this man is a human.

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"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" The man asks. I decide to play along. If push comes to shovel, I can always hypnotize him.

"My name is Norrix, of the house Doros," I don't say my generation. Let him think I am of a higher standing, than I truly am.

"Well, Norrix Doros, my name is Dread Lord Sorix," the man gives me a predatory smile.

A Dread Lord, in here? So, close to my traveling companions? What does he want?

"Are you following us?" I ask him. Was this man the one who sicced the nature spirit on us?

"I want myself a dragon consort," Sorix says, as he stands up. "You travel with the dragon, do you not? I want you to deliver him a message. If you refuse, you will become a true undead. Which will be a pity. I do like vampires."

I gulp at that. If this man's mana is more potent than what Nathaniel used to fight the nature spirit, then I don't have a chance against him.

"What are your intentions for Givontair?" I ask. I might die in here, but I won't throw the dragon's kindness back in his face.

"What do you not understand from the word consort?" The Dread Lord's amusement is clear to be heard in his voice.

"He is already taken," at least, I think that the dragon and the necromancer are together. They are raising a child together, right?

"Accidents happen," he says. I don't like how carefree this dread lord sounds. So, I look him in the eyes, and let my mana give him my answer. His eyes become hazy.

 Just as I am about to congratulate myself for frying the being's brain, he chuckles. It almost feels as if there is a second presence in his mind. My head begins to hurt. I pull my mind out of his, and size him up.

"Just deliver the message," Sorix says, as he throws a rolled-up scroll at me. I catch it. The wax seal on top of the scroll is light green. There, is the sigil of the dread lord. A mass of tentacles, in a ball.

I make a couple of steps back, and turn tail and run. I can hear the thing's voice as he chuckles. Not only that, but I don't stop running, until I am back at the campsite. With great urgency, I shake the dragon awake.

"You didn't tell me that you had a Dread Lord after you," I say, my voice sounding panicked. Givontair opens his eyes slowly.

"Sorix is here?" The dragon asks. I nod. That seems to chase away all remnants of sleep from the eyes of the dragon.

"We have to move camp," Givontair says. I place the scroll in his hands. "What is this?"

"A message from the Dread Lord," I say. The last thing I want, is for Sorix to find out I didn't deliver his message. Givontair opens the wax, and then begins to read. He grows paler with each word he reads. 

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