just vanish and the meddler would pay a heavy price from the hidden forces, while accomplishing nothing. Destiny would reset again as if nothing happened. They have to trick you into taking that choice by yourself. That is when they have won.”
Vygarast took a long and tired sigh. After his battle with the Hydra and his meeting with the Meddler, he wanted to just rest. But he didn’t have time to spare. The longer he waited, the more his father was in need of his help. “Even so, I can’t let my father die because I was too tired to defend myself properly.
Azy gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Your destiny is still your own Vygarast. I’ll help you beat this meddler. I am well versed in their games. I was taught by the queen of fairies herself! He just caught me off-guard. Now that I know he is around… I’ll be ready next time.
Vygarast felt sudden energy surge through him. “Thanks Azy!” Vygarast stated as he gathered up all his supplies and quickly ate some of his food rations. I have to kill that Ogre and find a way to get the wizard to help my father.”
Vygarast strengthened his resolve and started to the other side of the river, where the Meddler walked mere moments before. He didn’t know these parts all that well, but if the instructions the villagers gave him were true, then the Ogre’s lair was close to the Wizard’s Tower.
Throughout their short, silent walk, a thought echoed in Vygarast’s mind. What did he mean by saying that I followed the worst half of my origin? Did he mean the elves or the humans? And why he left when he could kill me? Is my fate that important?
Lost in his thoughts, Vygarast almost stumbled on what it seemed like a bone on the ground. Startled by his sudden discovery, the Bard moved to one side and got ready for a fight. Before him he saw a long trail of bones and human skulls, going deeper into the woods.
Vygarast had thought that the Ogre would somehow be in a vulnerable position when he met it, making it easy for him to play his magic and trap it before slaughtering it. It was clear now that the beast did not have a specific lair, but wandered the deep part of the forest endlessly, feasting on its victims.
“Azy, what now? If we don’t know where it is, then I have no chance against it. My whole plan has depended on catching it off guard.”
Before he was able to complete his sentence, a slight tremor of the ground warned them, but by then it was too late to hide anymore. Vygarast drew his sword, only to feel a powerful force tossing him out three feet in the air to smash against the trunk of a giant elm tree. The roar that followed was that of a monster, sounding nothing like what Vygarast had heard before.
Oh great Mother, I had forgotten what the Ogres looked like, Azy whispered into Vygarast’s mind. She floated close to the ground where Vygarast lay, trying to raise his morale, but the man was unable to even stand on his feet and his thoughts just pained her. She was not looking so great either. The glittering aura surrounding her flashed now and then, like the first night they met. If they had a chance to get out of this alive, they had to work together. Fortunately, they both thought the same thing.
I will distract him. Cast your most powerful spell at him, she said and flew away before Vygarast had time to protest.
Up until then, Vygarast had not even seen the monster before him. Now that he did, he realized that every song mentioning Ogres was not doing them justice. Tall like a house, with a wolfish fur covering his skin, and as wide as two men standing shoulder to shoulder, this Ogre looked like an overgrown bear. And then some.
Vygarast gasped, watching the monster. “How in the heck did this thing sneak up on me?” Then he realized… this was an ambush. A beautiful perfect path right up to the kill spot. For a moment he thought of running away, abandoning his quest. But, after hearing the