Lore/Story A Magical Quest I

The sun was already setting over the forest when Agar arrived at the small rickety shack. He had been walking along the Dyun trail for hours, slowed by the heat of the summer’s day and the monsters that constantly attacked. The dying light cast shadows, with faint red rays trickling through the looming trees that grew from the grey earth of the Northern Province. Birds chirped faintly harmonizing a depressing song, accompanied by a faint breeze that flowed through the trees.

The shack was poorly constructed, made of mahogany wood and a thatch roof. The second level seemed to lean over the first and looked about as safe as a monster’s cave. Thick vines encrusted the rotten wood and crawled over the windows and door; the only movement came from the pillar of smoke that churned over the house, seemingly reluctant to disperse in the wind.

Agar stepped closer to the house, peering through the broken window for any sign of company. Then he heard a whistling noise; someone inside the house. His hand reached down to his knife, but it wasn’t there. His belt was gone, leaving his plain garments to blow in the breeze. A shiver ran down Agar’s spine and his lips went dry. He was wearing his belt as he approached the house. Where had it gone? A voice of an old lady broke his trance of fear.

“What brings you here, my dear?” croaked the voice in the wind. “Do you seek my wisdom?” Agar stood frozen in terror; the spirit Eva had warned him of. This had to be it. “Oh, come on my little adventurer. Are you scared?” the voice continued. It was coming from all around him, making Agar disorientated.

“What do you want?” Agar grunted, his voice lined with fear yet thick with anger. “Are you the one who took my daughter all those years ago?” Suddenly the wind stopped and the air turned thick. A cold presence hung in the trees, pressing on Agars lungs like anvils.

“Indeed, I am the one you seek, but I fear for the wrong reasons.” The voice whispered in the wind again. A sudden flash exploded through the woods, before Agar blacked out.

This is the first in a Wynnish themed series I have started. If you want to see move please leave a like and comment. Please note I am using the theme of Wynncraft, but not the exact lore.