Mage's Secret

Traphael didn't know how to drive a carriage. He pulled the reins randomly, not only did not stop the horse, but instead pulled the carriage wildly on the road, making him staggered, dizzy and nearly vomited.

In the end, Traphael had to let go of the reins and retreat into the carriage, clinging to the wall of the carriage to keep himself balanced and save energy.

The carriage ran for a while before it gradually slowed down. Traphael looked out the window, the sky was still dark, outside was a forest mixed with low bushes, and there was a dark shadow on the gloomy ground, mixed from time to time He didn't know if it was the howling of a beast or a monster, and he didn't dare to get out of the car.

After a night of terror, he suddenly relaxed, and Traphael felt completely tired.The carriage was filled with an indescribable rotten smell, and the blood of Angus smeared on his legs had already solidified and hardened, making it very uncomfortable to stick to his body.His naked body was only covered with a thin robe, which was also tightly attached to his body due to cold sweat. He didn't feel anything when he was nervous just now, but now he was constantly shivering because of the cold air.

Carriage is a common means of transportation on the mainland at this time, divided into three types: front door, side door and open top.The open carriage is the crudest and is usually used to transport goods.The second is the front door, which is only covered with a curtain, and it is also used for transportation, but the transportation is some more delicate or less visible things.Side doors, with solid doors and windows and various trims, are for riding.

It was a carriage with an open front door, and there was no interior decoration, no seats and no blankets in the carriage.Fortunately, the windows and doors were covered with thick curtains to block the evening wind, but the cold air in the autumn night still made Traphael curl up as much as possible and huddle in a corner to maintain body temperature.

Even though his body felt cold and uncomfortable, the deep exhaustion made him quickly fall into a dream.

It was still dark when he opened his eyes again, and he was awakened by a howl of beasts.His keen perception of danger woke him up instantly. He climbed out of the car and looked around. It was still silent and dark, and there was nothing, even the evening wind stopped.

The horses that were still harnessed to the carriage were snorting uneasily at the front of the carriage, kicking their hoofs, and walking on the spot caused the carriage to shake non-stop. The reins did not run away even though they were not tied up.

Traphael looked around and hesitated for a while before jumping off the carriage.He lacked the experience of surviving in the wild, but he also knew that the best way to drive away the wild beasts was to start a fire, but he had nothing on him at this time.He ran to a fairly tall tree nearby, climbed up with the trunk in his arms, picked a suitable branch, curled up against the trunk, and waited quietly for dawn.

The sky was dark and the air was extremely cold. He thought it was the darkness before dawn.He looked under the tree, but still nothing happened, even the horse stopped restless and lowered its head to eat grass quietly, but he didn't feel that he was thinking too much.

Sure enough, what happened soon verified his conjecture.

The bushes near the carriage swayed suddenly, and several wild beasts rushed out of it.They stood almost as tall as Traphael, and had short manes, but they couldn't see the color clearly in the dark.They have sharp fangs, cold eyes, and claws sharper than blades.When they approached, they were silent, and when they attacked, the tide roared and the horses reacted much later. Coupled with the restraint of the carriage, they were caught up and bit their throats before they could run a few steps, and fell into a pool of blood after screaming a few times. No more moving.

There were five or six of these beasts, and they quickly ripped open the poor horse's flesh and devoured it.

This happened almost instantly, and Traphael was so frightened by the bloody scene that he almost cried out.He held the tree trunk tightly with one hand, and covered his mouth tightly with the other.He felt the hairs stand on end on his back, and cold sweat ran down his back, as if something cold and slippery had passed against his body.When he saw a beast come under the tree and neigh at him, scratching the trunk with its claws, he was so frightened that he could hardly sit still.

But fortunately, those wild beasts only lingered in place for a while, then dragged the horse carcass into the bushes, and gradually walked away.Only a large pool of blood and meat remains in place, and the empty carriage indicates that a bloody murder has just occurred here.

Traphael whimpered, hugging the tree trunk with his hands and shaking like a sieve, he was terrified, his toes and fingertips were cold and numb due to fear.He bit his lip, tears and snot flowing out uncontrollably.

After a long time, the east gradually turned pale.Traphael let out a whimper in his throat, sniffed his nose and wiped his face clean with his sleeves, and slowly slid down the tree while holding his hands that were about to freeze tightly around the tree trunk.

After falling to the ground, the smell of blood became stronger, and Traphael knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.He rubbed his arms in the cold morning wind, walked around the bloodstains on the ground and walked to the carriage, pulled off the curtains hanging from the carriage and wrapped himself around his body, using these curtains to keep warm was better than nothing.

The carriage that can be used for transportation can no longer be used. He can only rely on his bare feet to move forward. The direction is unknown and the road ahead is uncertain.

He shuttled through the bushes, and the low branches slashed across his calves, drawing bloodstains one after another.The ground was sometimes soft and sometimes hard, and he stepped on fallen nuts and bugs, some of which left tiny wounds on the soles of his feet, but luckily none of them were poisonous.

He picked wild fruits as he walked, and stuffed them into his stomach without knowing whether they were poisonous or not.When the sun rose to the sky and gradually slanted westward, he finally saw the source of water, which was a shallow stream with clear water.He cleaned the wounds and dirt on the soles of his feet, looked around for a short rest, and then continued on the road.

In the next few days, he was like this, stumbling along the stream, drinking the stream water when he was thirsty, and eating wild fruits when he was hungry, and climbed to the tree to sleep when it was dark.Once he was climbing up a tree and could feel something slide down his arm. He guessed it might be a snake, but he dared not move, let alone check.Fortunately the thing didn't attack him, but he couldn't sleep well after that, and the slightest movement would wake him up, even if it was a gust of wind or a fruit falling.

Traphael walked like this for a long time. He tore off a few strips of cloth and tied them on his legs and feet, but the soles of his feet were still worn out and bloody.The sun rose and set, and after countless days and nights, he finally reached the edge of the woods.

There was a fault at the edge of the forest. It was a dirt slope, not high, but it was just not as high as the cliff.There are sparse shrubs growing on the slope, and there is a small path down the slope.Maybe there was smoke nearby, Traphael finally smiled while holding the tree on the slope.

He squatted down and carefully stretched his legs to step on a bush. When his feet landed on the ground, he carefully turned over and put down the other leg, and slowly climbed down.However, the roots of the bush that seemed to be explained were very loose, and suddenly slipped out together with the rhizome under the step of his legs.Traphael, who suddenly stepped into the air, waved his hands in the air, but didn't catch anything, fell from the air, and rolled down the slope.

The only thing he could do was to cover his head and face with his arms to prevent his head from being hit by protruding stones.But his body, arms, and legs were hit hard by the bushes and stones he encountered along the way, causing bruises to form.Thankfully, the bushes that were thrashing him provided a good cushion, and he was not in danger.But even so, when he fell to the ground, his whole body was covered with bruises, the cloth curtain covering his body had been torn off, and his robe was torn to pieces.

Trafael was lying on the ground. He was in pain. The pain from his left arm and leg made him guess that he might have broken a bone. He hugged his body with his remaining right arm and kept moaning in pain.

If he lay here until dark, he might be attacked by beasts, he knew, but there was nothing he could do.It's like he has never been able to control his own destiny.Born humble and weak, he was doomed to be bullied, and almost nothing was worth less than the life of a person like him.From the very beginning, he was like a small boat on the vast ocean, capsizing helplessly with the turbulent waves in the most intense place of the ocean, and he could only keep begging God to give him a little life.

Wanting to save oneself, avoid or resist, all seem so ridiculous in the face of fate.One step on the air cut off all his ways of life.

Traphael was lying on the ground, despair came after the pain.This is the most emotion in his short life. It is a miracle that he can live to be 15 years old with such an experience.But not more, it is already the limit.He gasped and endured the pain, he was waiting for death to come.

Someone passed by and rescued him.But how is this possible?Even if there were people in such a place, who would come to such a place when it was getting dark?Trafal thought desperately.

He closed his eyes and felt something touch his face.He guessed that it might be some kind of beast, which was about to end his life.But that kind of gentle touch made him unable to resist opening his eyes, and then he bumped into a pair of strange eyes - one side was a horrible cloudy white, and the other side was a clear and deep blue.

Except for the eyes, this is an ordinary face.This is a man with brown hair tied up on his chest, gray temples, and signs of vicissitudes at the corners of his eyes, but his facial features look very young, making it impossible to guess his age.

"You are always so scarred, poor child." The visitor said in a low and calm tone, his voice was like the deep sea that has been silent for 3000 years, and also like the warm and gentle sun in the cold winter.

He stroked Trafael's hair and said, "You really need sleep, I will save you, don't be afraid anymore."

So Traphael really gradually fell asleep under his gentle touch.

He didn't pay attention to the man's strange tone of voice, nor did he pay attention to his strange words.His only thought before going to sleep was that a miracle had really happened and he was saved.