"The Ashlord?" One of the elves spat. " the fuck kind of fairytales are you whispering about, woman?"
At that same moment, the giant drew his bow, and shot his arrow. Luckily, it missed and crashed into the grass besides them, however it became easily lodged into the grass, sending dirt spraying everywhere.
Hora even felt the strike vibrate through the floor.
So much power...
"The next one won't miss, paleskins. We're only going to give you ten more seconds to empty your inventories. Or else you're dead."
Hora turned his attention back to the Ashfinder.
"I haven't got time for this 'chosen one' stuff at the moment. Just tell me how I can use my wings."
Being the 'chosen one' wouldn't surpsise Hora. After all, he created the very race that they both were.
However, he truly wasn't lying. There was no time for that.
Another arrow flew. This time flying past Hora's ear and crashing somewhere off in the distance behind him.
"Five seconds left." The giant elf spat from above.
The Ashfinder cried out desperately. "Try to tense your back muscles, whilst focusing on willing your wings into existence!"
Hora did as the woman said. Suddenly, a fierce pain shot through his spine.
It was as though he was being torn open by a knife. A crackling sound followed the pain, almost making Hora drop to his knees.
Luckily, it only lasted for a few seconds.
The Giant Elves stood there in silence as they looked at the man in front of them.
"What the... Have you ever seen a paleskin grow wings before?"
"N-no... I thought they were just humanoids."
The process was complete.
Hora stood surrounded by the three giants, feeling completely anew.
The Ashfinder woman now stared at him in utter disbelief. She couldn't seemed to stop her jaw from hanging.
"It's true. ITS TRUE! HE IS THE ONE!"
Hora felt two new limbs now resting on his back. They were giant things, each half the size of him. They fluttered backwards and forwards within him having to do anything, yet he knew that for some reason, if he wanted to, he could control them with near perfect dexterity.
With the sword in his hand, he beat his wings, and stepped forwards at the same time.
Rather than flying, a gust of wind blew him forward, making it seem like he had almost teleported.
He flew past one of the giants, and at the same time, swung his rusty shortsword upwards. He felt it tear through something firm.
"Arghh! My ear!" One of the giants screamed, as a pointy ear flew through the air and landed on the grass.
Red blood spilt from the man's wound, painting the white grass red.
"Run away! He's too fast to fight him with our ranged weapons!" One of the other giants roared, as he put his bow on his back and bolted into the distance.
The other two followed, and for a moment, Hora wondered whether he should chase after them, and cut them down.
With a smirk on his face, he came to a decision.
One should be enough to send a message.
The giant with the bleeding air was lagging behind, clutching at his wound and allowing himself to be slowed down by the pain.
Using another gust of wind from his wings, Hora dashed towards the man with incredible speed and thrust his blade forwards.
It slid through the man's back and struck his spine so hard, that the rusty blade snapped in half. The bladed point remained lodged in the giants spine, as he fell to the ground, paralysed.
His two allies didn't even look back. They ran, and ran, until they could no longer be seen through the thickness of the ash.
Afterwards, Hora stood there, pleased with himself. Immediately, he felt his body strengthen itself after performing the kill.
Good. This is good.
I could get used to this.
Before he could check his status to see the progress he had made towards the next rank, he heard the sounds of footsteps rushing towards him.
It was the Ashfinder. The woman knelt before him, and pressed her head to the ground, as if praying to a god.
"Ashlord. You must return to the White Ravine with me. Your people have been waiting for your arrival on Ilona. That is the true reason that I walk these fields; to find you!" She spoke with a tremble.
Hora looked down at the woman.
It was true. With his black feathered wings and long black hair, accompanied by his all white eyes, and tall, lean physique, he looked like a living god.
However, despite being the creator of this race, Hora knew nothing about what the woman saying.
Wasn't having wings possible for all Ashfallen? Besides, what sort of history have these people created for themselves.
What even is this world? Why have I been brought here?
After letting out a sigh, Hora realised something. The best way for him to learn more about this world was to follow the woman to this White Ravine, and see what sort of prophecy he had apparently fulfilled.
Afterwards, he would decide what his next steps would be.
"Okay then, lead the way. But first, what is your name?" He said calmly.
The Ashfinder rose to her feet with a wide smile spread across her face. "Mariketh. I am Mariketh Ashfallen. The Ashfinder" The woman responded.
Hora nodded his head. "Okay. Just call me Hora."
At least until I know what this title 'Ashlord' means.
Mariketh nodded her head too. "Of course, Ashlord Hora. Please, follow me!"
"..."