It took me a very long time to be proud of who I am. Try to tear me down, you'll lose.
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“As for your offer of payment,” she added, stepping past him towards the path ahead, “we shall see if you are still standing by the end of this. Then, we will speak of what is owed.”
With that, she strode forward, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight, already embracing the path of the hunt.
Her words were simple, but the weight behind them was not. Vishanti did not lend her blade lightly, nor walk beside strangers without purpose. But this hunt… this was worth her time.
She studied him for a moment longer, searching for doubt in his stance, hesitation in his breath. Finding none, she exhaled through her nose and nodded.
“The hunt you seek is no ordinary one. If the Unspoken One is truly what they whisper, then steel alone may not be enough. You must have knowledge, cunning… and a will stronger than its poison.”
Her gaze drifted to the night sky, following his to the streaking star above. A sign, perhaps, or merely a passing ember of the heavens. Either way, fate had set them on this path.
Vishanti’s lips curled into the barest hint of a smile, amused by his flattery, yet not so easily swayed by it. Words were like arrows—some struck true, some missed, and others were merely distractions.
With a light chuckle of her own, she gave him a slight nod, her expression serious but not without warmth. “Let’s see where your path leads, friend. I am ready to walk it with you."
She shifted her weight, adjusting her stance as she considered the road ahead. "And remember, Udo, a warrior does not walk alone, even when they walk alone."
His words were not those of someone who had given up, but of someone who was ready to face whatever came next.
“Sometimes, it is the shakiness of the step that makes the journey worth taking,” she said with a small, knowing smile. “The uncertainty makes us stronger.”
Vishanti nodded in return, a quiet acknowledgment of his resolve. She saw it in his eyes—the same glimmer of determination that drove every warrior to keep moving forward, even when the path ahead was unclear.
It had taken the dragon a few moments to reply, digesting Vishanti's words fully. He craved help, but wanted to make the choices that led to his goal by himself. The goal could reveal something horrible, but having not known his own lot in life was a horror in itself. +
Vishanti studied him for a moment, her sharp gaze not just seeing the words he spoke, but the quiet doubt behind them. The way his shoulders shifted, the way his breath seemed to catch just before his question left his lips.
With the sounds coming closer, the smell of dragon's fire filled the air soon a man emerged from the woodline. The man was no older than 25 and was rather large for a human.
He attempted to speak. He didn't have the strength to do, so he fell, falling unconscious.
The jungle was alive with the sounds of the night—whispers of leaves shifting in the wind, the distant call of a hunting beast, and the crackling of a nearby fire. Vishanti knelt beside the flames, sharpening her dragon-scale blade with slow, practiced strokes.
