Albion Fable Map 소설 & 이야기

Alfine crouched low, pointing to a scarlet X carved into the rough stone face. This surprised me; we only stopped at this place for about two minutes for a drink. Lagan and I only had time to gasp, not expecting Alfine to think deeply and still have time to mark the points we passed. Lagan didn't believe it, so he turned around and gritted his teeth after scrutinizing and looking around. "Damned! I'm sure I followed the map; how could I get lost?" “Do you know how to see a map?” Alfine was cold. “We spent a lot of time just turning around here. Because I bookmarked it, I know it; worse, we've probably passed it many times before without even realizing it."

Thea joined the conversation. "These maps, they are somehow connected to the areas of the four werewolf kingdom." Ethan explained. "However, we've only gotten two of it. One from our kingdom and the other from the attack. Two others are in the possession of some other Alpha's and I believe these maps might help us with landmarks and plans to win the upcoming war, that's if we set our defense right." Ethan explained. "Let me see them." Thea requested and Ethan handed one over to her.

An Alpha line that went back further than most packs cared to count. Someone from the Nightfang line had been writing to my mother for twenty-four years about me. I pulled the last letter fully from its envelope and something fell out. I caught it before it hit the floor. A map. Old, hand-drawn, the paper creased into quarters. It showed a territory I had never visited, all mountain ridges and forest markers and a single estate drawn in careful detail at the northern edge. Someone had marked a path to it in red ink, from a location I recognized as the Blackwood pack’s eastern border, and at the top of the map, in that same slanted handwriting, four words.

He grinned. I looked back at the map with interest. My eyes were drawn to an area labeled ‘Exordia’. It was decorated with a picture of a keep and located directly in the center of the mapped lands. Rivers on the map seemed to flow from the same point. It looked to be outside the boarder of the present-day water kingdom, but I felt myself being called to the place. “Do you think we could check that place out after we finish up the tour of the kingdom?” I asked.

Abiola's POV Walking through the overly crowded and overly busy streets of Aberdeen, walking past people you might have passed before more than a thousand times but can't remember. Everyone too busy with either their phones or other things. I have no destination of where I'm going just decided to take a stroll and I found my self in town so I'm just walking around taking busy routes... "oops, sorry, " Someone said to me as they bumped into me

“The map is a remarkable invention by one of the heroes; only our Empire boasts such a detailed representation,” Princess Ladia declared as she walked around the 3D map, showcasing its intricate features. “With this, our plans and strategies can be precise down to the last detail.” She paused, her finger hovering over a specific area of the map. “This is the Northern Dragon Mountain Range, which the Ifrit Family has been responsible for defending. It has served as a natural barrier between the Beast Kingdom and our Empire for centuries. However, it seems the Beast Kingdom has discovered a passage through this range.”

Then, he unrolled a large map made of gazelle skin and spread it across the hardwood table. The map was patched up in some areas, and the color was fading from its center to its jagged edges. Thorn came forward and put a new piece of gazelle skin on the table. “Oakiyada, the Vale of Wind. Mainly inhabited by the descendants of ancient forests. Unlike the rumors, I found it singularly tranquil. They gave in when our army pressed them to the edge of the Misty Mountains, even without a fight.”

I informed him. Jason stares at me for a minute before he walks out of the treehouse. “Are you okay Alpha?.” Albert asked me. “Jason was only looking out for you “I am fine! Did you get the map?.” I asked him. “Yes, here is it!.” He waved a big wrapped sheet that was in his hand. I collected it and sprayed it on the table. I stood for a moment to study the forest. The forest is one of the biggest and so it was a little difficult to get the map.

“Out of Albion would the king across the ocean shall arrive.” She repeated the phrase to herself, the weight of its meaning sinking in. Albion, a land steeped in history and magic, held a significance that couldn’t be ignored. Agnes, the enigmatic and powerful witch, was the only one among them with Albion heritage. She had always been a source of intrigue and mystery, her origins shrouded in secrecy.

I put on the hoodie and walk briskly towards the town. I acquire a map of the suburbs from a store, look up the Alpha King's palace and cannot find it. It is not listed as a place. The gray area is represented by one name: Outskirts. That sounds like a boundary, I think. "This should do," I tell myself, folding the map and tucking it into my bag. I walk out of the store and glance at the sky. The sky above takes the color of cat vomit and I wonder if Alex would have regained consciousness. Not as if I cared, I just cannot imagine what they will do to me if their son actually dies.