The Lone Wanderer

Earlier

The four remaining nobles of House Tantalus stared at their companion’s lifeless body as it sank into the bog’s stale waters. They struggled to comprehend how their comrade had dropped dead out of the blue.

But the culprit, Percy, didn’t much care about their thoughts, watching Micky dive towards them at a dizzying speed, his plumage lit up in amber and green.

“Watch out! It’s the bird!” the only woman in the group yelled.

But she was a little too late. By the time the rest had managed to draw some mana out, the crow had already reached his first target, carving six nasty gashes through the man’s back, ripping his very soul to shreds.

The rest hastily threw their half-baked spells at Micky, trying to knock him out of the sky. Sadly for them, they hit nothing but empty air, the crow already fading in the distance.

“After it!” another man shouted – their leader most likely.

Micky was their target after all – the very reason their family had sent them to this place. Of course, Percy could already tell from their rattled expressions that they had expected a regular Green beast. Not… whatever Micky was. And, unfortunately for them, this wasn’t their only mistake today.

Percy followed the group in silence, crouching through the dense undergrowth. The fools had yet to notice him, busy chasing his familiar as they were. What they had failed to realize, however, was that the crow wasn’t the one being hunted.