Principality of Arlan 2015

【Far North】

The wind and snow are screaming, the bones are piercing, the icicles are lined up, the fierce and upright, and the huge fierce beasts lurk under the snow, they will not spare a single living person, not even the dead. Here, only the most resilient beings can understand the preciousness of life.

This is the coldest part of the spirit world, but also one of the most mysterious areas, and countless teams who want to explore this strange part of the Far North have died here.

And the leader of this group of ice trolls is the daughter of the long-lost old leader, who is the child of the old leader and the human woman. Her name is Ishal, and the troll word means "beautiful person". True to her name, Ishal's beauty was revealed at a young age, her slender eyebrows and long snowy hair captivated many young trolls, and her mother's beautiful genes made her so outstanding. The strong and handsome troll boys have been circling her since she was a child, but Ishal's uncle, who firmly believes that pure-blooded trolls can reproduce, the elders of this tribe, severely criticized these young men, and even scolded Ishal several times for not being purebred, but because of the position of Ishal's father's leader, he swallowed his anger, and there were not a few people in the clan who thought like him. There are also many people who persuade their children to play less with (not pure-bred). This hurt the little heart of Ishal who had lost her playmate, she was always alone, Ishal's father saw it in his eyes and hurt in his heart, his daughter was guilty of loving his wife and made Gulagar extremely sad as a father, and the injustice suffered by his daughter was so absurd that he could not do anything about it. But his apologies did not make him spoil Ichar, and he took Ishal with him to confront her in danger, taught her composure, taught her how to deal with ferocious beasts, taught her the truth of being a troll, and told her about the adventures of his youth, including his beautiful wife and her mother. "Your mother was a beautiful, strong, and brave woman." Gulagal always said this proudly as he sat by the fire with a glass of wine, and the light of the fire was red on his blue face, and he had a smile on his face, and he hated to tell the world what a wonderful woman his wife was. And Ishal obediently rested her head on her father's lap, her lovely face was red in the light of the fire, and her eyes sparkled, as if she had imagined what her mother looked like. The mother is beautiful and dignified, she waves, and the mother waves. She smiled, and so did her mother. She was dazed and fell asleep under her father's caressing. There were no tears in her childhood, and her father taught her to be brave and strong, and to grit her teeth and get through no matter how sad and painful things are. This is the responsibility of a father, and it is also a father's expectation for his daughter's Chengfeng. Ishal grew very quickly and soon became the main force of the "hunting" reserve team. Gulagal was very pleased.

Gulagar made the cultivation of Ishar second only to the search for food for the tribe. He always had Ishal with him. Even if she's just a member of the reserve squad. Members of the "Hunting" vanguard squad took good care of her, except for his uncle Gulal. Ishal has been following his father since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with the use of the "Asar Scepter". Once, when Gullagar was so badly wounded by the Polar Wolves that Gulal and the other members of the Vanguard were unable to use the Asar Scepter to find his way, Ishal bravely stood in front of his uncle and raised the Asar Scepter to find his way back, and the Asar Scepter miraculously accepted the young Ishaar. Uncle Gulal's face turned green with anger, his beard shook comically, and Ishal looked at him proudly, and finally led the team back to the village on the ice wolf to carry his father.

When she was eighteen years old, her father elected her to be the leader and entrusted him with the Staff of Chieftaincy, and soon after that father left the winter migration of the tribe on a snowy day, never to return. It's like a hereditary but not hereditary responsibility has been pressing on her since then, and her uncle is dissatisfied with her - a little girl who has just come of age! began to harass Ishhar, persuading her to give up the "Asar Scepter" and relinquishment her position as the leader of the clan. Although they do not act against the candidates approved by the "Assar" scepter, verbal attacks and side-attacks (of the impure race) have scattered the tribe into the community. Ishal endured it all, she had never been so tired. The disappearance of her father made her lose a shoulder to lean on in an instant, and this girl who had just become an adult carried an unimaginable burden on her shoulders. The pressure of gossip hit her heart day after day. It's not been a few months yet, and it's like a year of pain.

The wind whistled outside, making a wailing and piercing sound, and the hearts of those who listened were terrified. In the next room, the mother's song of comfort came intermittently. "Don't be afraid, dear child, mom is here! Don't be sad, dear child, mom will be with you. Dear children ... Ishal listened, her heart twitching, aching again and again. Gradually, the corners of her eyes moistened, and tears flowed down the leader's scepter she was holding, dripping into the warm campfire, making a sizzling sound. There was no one sitting around Ishal, and even though there was a fire, no one had sat since his father left. She was like an outcast from her race, and here she seemed to deserve to be alone.

In the firelight, Ishal's beautiful eyes gleamed, and the two rubies hanging from the slender trunk of the "Asar Scepter" clanged against each other slightly. It was damaged, had no mana, and could only lie quietly in Ishal's arms, except for the sound of sparks crackling softly, the whirring of the wind into the cave, and the staccato singing, which seemed to comfort the sobbing but unwanted tearful man. She gritted her teeth and hugged herself tighter and tighter, and the scepter in her arms made a loud Ding Ling Ding Ling sound, and then only the crackling sound of wood splashing was left. She knew she couldn't cry but tears were like disobedient children, she buried her head, her body twitched slightly, her fists clenched tighter and tighter, she remembered her father's voice, her father's gentle teaching, his father's kind smile. The sound of sizzling slowly came from this lonely cage-like cave, like one question after another, beating on the thin and strong soul that humbled it. Outside the cave, a blizzard roared through the fjord-like mountains, as if to shatter the low peaks.

A soft call from "Ishaar" pulled Ishaal back to reality.

"What's wrong" Ishal rubbed her eyes with her hand, feigning a sleepiness she didn't have, and yawned appropriately. She turned her head, and it was Tervar, the brave and energetic young man, who she had an impression of, for he had liked to quietly watch the "Asar Scepter" since he became the leader, and he was also the only young troll in the group who had reached the strength of an adult troll, which she had noticed during a meeting of the vanguard team in search of prey, and Turvar stared at the scepter, and when Ishal looked at him, he avoided it. Therefore, she had the intention of strengthening the protection of the scepter. Especially in front of this troll - Uncle Gulal's youngest son, Tervar. But she wondered why he had bad intentions for the scepter. He looks ordinary, but he is brave and kind, and she is not one of the best team members in the reserve team. But he always treats everyone gently, including her who "doesn't have seeds". He always greeted politely and would even try to get closer to Ishal with some gifts that didn't seem so clever. But he was very careful to be afraid of Ishal's appearance. Ishal is naturally evasive. His uncle was a reason, and she herself was a reason, she liked Tervar's brother, Tral. He is handsome and dashing, and he has outstanding abilities. And she always makes the girls happy, not including her, of course, she always looks at the girls who are amused by Tlal during the break and shakes her head at Tlal. And when she learned that Tlal was joking about her "impurebred" status, she died of his heart for him and devoted herself to learning from her father. And when Tervar was in a reserve team operation, he was strangely far away from Ishal every time after helping Ishal block the siege of the Snow Wolves. Maybe he didn't think Ishal would like him. He was brave but cowardly.

Tervar, who was standing by the fire, scratched his head, his neat black hair a little off, "That" he looked a little embarrassed, and writhed and said, "Ishal, no, chief." I'm here to apply. ”

"Enlisted?" Right! Enlisted, because the group has been isolated for a long time, she even forgot that she had applied for food as early as a week ago, the blizzard was longer than expected, and the winter that had ended in three months was mysteriously extended by a month, this extremely ferocious blizzard has not stopped, and the stored food for the winter is obviously not enough to supply the unpredictable blizzard, Ishar launched an enlistment last week: go to the magic fountain [Talon] to repair the scepter! And finding food is a priority. But the blizzard seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and there was no intention of stopping, and a week passed, and no one responded, and even if a small number of people were not prejudiced against her, no one was willing to follow her to death in such a big blizzard. Even the old chieftain's family, who had always protected him, did not respond. The members of the Vanguard Squad were also discouraged.

Except for the emaciated young troll in front of him. Tervar, the youngest son of Uncle Gulal, is the same age as himself.

"No, Tervar," Ishal hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This blizzard is bigger than you expected, it's weird, and it's a fatal thing for you." You're a young generation, and it's not up to you to do this daunting task," it turned out that she had unconsciously thought of herself as the older generation, and Ishal stood up with the scepter and walked to her room. She walked as fast as she didn't want the conversation to continue.

Tyvar grabbed her, Ishal froze, and Tyvar, the owner who held his hand, was stunned for a moment. Tevar said solemnly, "Ishaal, I want to help you. I know that even if no one is going to help you, you're going to go on your own, and that's the kind of person you are. But it's not an easy thing for you to do. No one wants to help you, I do! You're too dangerous to be alone, it's dangerous and unpredictable on the snowfield, and besides, with such a big snowstorm, I want to ......"

Before Tyvar could finish speaking, Ishal turned his head and stared at Tval tightly, and his resolute eyes made Tyvar let go of the hand that was holding Tvar tightly, Ishal said word by word, "This is the responsibility of being a leader", her voice was very soft, but Tyvar heard it clearly, Ishal walked away quickly, leaving Tval standing there. Tervar clenched his fists, he didn't understand, the enlistment was against the whole clan, as an outstanding young generation, the enlistment would naturally have him, although every search for food was initiated by Ishal and assigned by the family, but this time was different. Due to his father's pressure, Tevar was unable to help Ishal in the open. But this time, Ishal will definitely go to [Talon] single-handedly to find the Magic Fountain to repair the scepter! It could even be fatal. He had to step up and help him. He was fanatically fond of her when he was a child, even now... But he felt that he should help her, and without his father noticing, he slipped out and told Ishal that he would like to go to Talon with her. But the result was not what he expected. Ishal sternly rejected him.

At the moment, his mind was full of her. Just like when I was a kid. When Ishal became the leader, every time she looked at her, she would always glance at herself, and she would be embarrassed to look away. He lost his bravery. He had become so cowardly, and he had been tormented for a week, and no one had responded to Ishal's request. Even the old leader of the Affinity faction (who took office) did not respond, which made him feel uneasy and unable to deal with her, and at the same time he was coerced by his father and wanted to associate with her. Finally, he came over secretly, just to tell her that he was willing to follow her through the treacherous wilderness to repair the scepter in the magic spring [Talon]. And the old young man who sat in the cave was like a lamb waiting to die in his eyes. The faces of the parents and brothers who laughed at Ishar's plan were so ugly. But why didn't Ishal agree to his joining!?

Naturally, Tervar didn't know how wary she was of him. Ishal could never have imagined that he was looking at her when he looked at the Scepter of Asar, she had not longed for the love of the tribe, and even when she saw the love of the younger generation of the tribe, she was unusually calm. It was too late for her to be gossiped about by the people of the tribe, and God knows if the bad things about her reached the ears of the newborn children of the tribe.

Love is something she desires.

No matter how hard it is, she must act quickly, according to the plan, the journey to [Polar Heart] [Talon] is not far, but she must pass through the narrow and dangerous polar wasteland, where all living in the polar region is a nightmare, hungry and ferocious beasts kill each other, and the bones of defeated beasts continue to attract other beasts to this place. It's like hell out there! Nearly half of the living. If you want to cross there, you have to be careful and hide your breath. So Ishal put on the clothes he had already handled, took the "Asar Scepter", which only made a jingling sound, and set off in the night. As long as you pass through the wasteland, you can reach [Talon], Ishal prayed silently in his heart. Father, please bless me.

So, a white snowwolf carried a thin figure on its back, and she was dressed in a cloak made of beast fur, and they walked through the manic blizzard. Leaving the brightly lit village, he embarked on a treacherous path that stretched out as far as the eye could see, and all around him was white, with only Ishal's necklace guiding the direction of the Polar Heart. As long as you go north, you can reach [Talon]

Tervar tossed and turned in bed, even though he had a premonition that Ishal would leave, he still had no way to stay out of it, and his private meeting with Ishal was known, and his father locked him in his room, and no one dared to say a word of sympathy, including his mother. Turvar was in the room in distress, banging against the wall and walking around again. He knew that Ishal was gone, and his father mockingly conveyed to him the news that Ishal had left and might disappear forever in the blizzard. Once again, his heart was tormented.

There was a loud bang, and the stones gurgled and rolled away, the sound of Tval Room. The family who were warming up by the campfire panicked, except for Ishal's uncle, Tervar's father, Gulal, who snorted softly and said, "Stinky boy, I don't know who is with me!" He beckoned everyone to sit down.

Tevar's mother wept and said, "What should I do if something happens?" Then she suddenly said firmly, "It's all to blame on that stinky girl!" Gulal closed his eyes and said slowly in his thick voice, "As if there was no such son." ”

Tevarth finally ran away after thinking about it, it didn't seem like it was easy to find Ishaar, with such a big blizzard, how much courage did it take for Ishar to go to [Talon] alone? And there is nothing you can do about it? Tevar seems to have returned to his childhood, Ishal was chased by wolves, she resisted stubbornly, she was scarred but never gave up, he was known as the bravest but hid in the corner shivering, how ridiculous, he kept promising to protect her alone, but this is the way! Tervar burst out of the bunker's stone swarm and stood in front of Ishaar, his troll pattern glowing like never before. Eventually, they waited for help. But Tyvar was never far from Ishal. He thought he might never be liked by Ishal again, and his actions would not repair her wounded heart that he had left alone. Although he had never won the liking of Ishal in the first place. But since then, he has admired Ishal even more.

His father's coercion made it more difficult for him to show his feelings in front of Ishal, but he always paid attention to her, and he could not forget the resolute look in Ishal's eyes in the face of the wolves, nor could he forget his own cowardice. I can't forgive myself for my cowardice. However, this opportunity brought Isal back to his sights. He could see her grief, he knew her pain, he had never seen her so thin. She should be strong, she should be happy. The soft heart that pretends to be under Ishaal's strong exterior torments him.

Maybe he has a crush on her to the point that he can't extricate himself, and his heart is willing to pay for her without asking for anything in return. But I was always oppressed by my father and couldn't do it.

This time, he was really brave once. He slammed through the wall and jumped off the house, as if he had broken through his father's shackles, he wanted to protect, that lonely figure, he fell in love with her. He finally realized that he had fallen in love with her as a child, her beautiful eyes, her smile, her voice, and he had been deeply in love since the moment she saw her.

The blue troll lines glowed blindingly on the blue skin. In the night shrouded in a blizzard, the hazy feeling intensified the howl of the wind and made the breath oppressive. Tyvar will have to give it his all if he wants to catch up with Ishhar. He erupted with an astonishing aura of magic and galloped through the blizzard.

"Ishal"

He chased in the direction of [Talon]. After a while, he disappeared into the gathering place of the Ice Trolls [Ralgafama].

The fates of the two people have been intertwined since the beginning of their encounter, whether they are in danger when the reserve team encounters them, or they are about to embark on another adventure, fate is always irreversible.

The spinning thread of the goddess of fate interweaves everyone together, so that every story belongs to us whether it is beautiful or not. This is where the story begins. The wheel of fortune turns, and who can stop it.