Deltus knew that he could get out somehow, however he was quite unsure how he would do so for the moment being. The ravine seemed to span out forever, and he had fallen at least 50 feet. Wait... 50 feet...? Deltus thought to himself. There was no way he could have fallen 50 feet. Unless... Deltus shook all of these thoughts out of his head instantly when he heard something in the distance...
"Is this a road?" He mumbled to himself. However, it did not sound like a chariot. It sounded more like... Singing? Yes, it was singing. He could not tell who or what was singing, however something was indeed singing. Deltus moved towards the noise, curios on what it might be only to fall unconscious form the fall he had taken.
Deltus awoke.He notaced he could not hear the singing anymore, however, he noticed two knights looking down at him.
"You all right?" Asked one of them. Deltus did not react, but rather simply got up.
"Uh... I'll take that as a yes." When the knights said this, Deltus glanced at the two. He did not have time for this and needed to get straight to the point.
"Have you met a hunter named Patcher?" He asked.
"I think you should save our questions for her, pal. Hunters aren't our expertise." They then proceeded to lead Deltus towards What looked like a chariort made to be carried by two men. It's curtains were down, however, and Deltus could not make out who was inside.
"Hello there, warrior. You appear in need of help. Perhaps I could get you out form here?" Said the figure within it. She had a soft voice, and spoke in close to a wispier, however it still had much authority to it. Deltus, suspecting this was likely a queen or princess from another land, Bent down and bowed on one knee formally.
"Yes. Thank you." He muttered. He was going to save the questions for later.
As they travailed, the soon enough went not only out of the ravine, but into a cold, icy glacier. Deltus glanced, looked, then stared... This felt like a true home... Everything felt so... Perfect.
"At last..." Said the voice within the half-chariot. "We're here."
Deltus observed as the woman got out as her knights put their vehicle down. She was quite striking in appearance to Deltus. She wore snow white robes just beneath her shoulders, a long, iron scepter with a marvelous red gem whiten it, and had impossibly long blue hair, which hid most of her face in the shadows. He could see her eyes twinkle in his direction.
"You want to know who I am, don't you? Well, I am Princess Tharchilla of Keit-karan. You?"
"...Sir Deltus of..." Deltus never had a home, ever since he was a child, he always was moving camp.
"That's OK, I know how that feels. I have observed you for quite some time not actually. Guards?" At this the guards immediately walked away from their presence. Out of nowhere, she laughed with joy and then walked unnecessarily close to Deltus, and whispered something to him.
"Kalence, Vatekt, selt Caltazar..." Deltus immediately knew what she was, and what has going on...
To be continued...[]
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