Gerudo Desert Map Novels & Stories

I point to my hand-drawn map. “Nah. If it' s a dragon, I’ll check for eggs to harvest.” He looks at the map closer. “That’s the ridge we passed last week?” “Yeah. If you see anything else, send a mindlink. I’m confident you won’t, though.” I turn to Marco. “Two werebears and a goblin to the east, Big Guy.” “Suena bueno.” He takes off his shirt. “Sending Clash in. Do we know what the bear spirits’ breeds are?”

Both of them cheered me through the mind-link. When I finally reached my spot, Sir Gio turned around. I read what was written on the board, and it was just like I predicted. He drew some kind of map. The four cities of the wolf’s domain. Then, as expected, at the farthest west of Bloodbury, Human World. ‘Did you guys just start the lesson now?’ I asked Sandra, and she nodded awkwardly. I was about to ask why she was suddenly being like that, but then Sir Gio called me.

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t. Someone like him doesn’t leave places like this unguarded.” As they finished their meal, Ellara’s scroll was unrolled on the hood of one of the vehicles. The glowing runes shimmered faintly, showing the group’s position relative to the marked destination. “We’re here,” Zoe said, pointing to their current spot on the map, just outside the shaded border. “And this is where we’re heading.” She traced a finger toward the center of the marked area, where a faint red dot pulsed. Nikola leaned over, frowning. “That’s a good few miles through the forest. Looks like rough terrain.”

His trembling hands reached inside his heavy coat before producing a folded map and a flash drive. I took both. "What am I looking at?" "The routes." He pointed to several markings across the map where red lines connected one territory after another. Silver Moon, Black Stone, Ash River, Blue Crest, Neon Moon. I frowned. "My pack?" The rogue nodded. "Not inside your territory. They pass near it." He swallowed hard, tracing another line that branched farther north, then east, then south. By the time I finished tracing the markings, my expression had hardened into stone. This wasn't local, and it wasn't even regional. It stretched across nearly half the continent.

I couldn’t leave fast enough. It was amazing how quickly I’d grown accustomed to the scenery Verso offered. I missed it miserably as we made our way through the desolate hills and valleys that separated us from Geo’s prison. Gwendoline took a few minutes before our departure to scry for him once again. From what she could tell, he was being held in a shack above ground. She projected a hologram for Toby and his people to view to see if anyone recognized it. One of the older men in the group said he was certain it was about a day’s walk from Desolation. He drew us a map to guide us. When Gwendoline emphasized the fact that she’d seen mutants hovering around Geo, the older man confirmed th

I said in protest, sounding as convincing and calculating as I could. I took Griselda by the hand and the lead her to the huge map at the far end of the hall ways. I had marked my territory on the map with a pen “Look,” I showed it to her again as though she hadn't seen it before. “Look at the land and the seas surrounding it. I have a chance Griselda. The nine wolves are very much neutral, And for all I know they don't like Djurek, and they don't want him to rule.”

Good. I slide the stone aside and reach into the narrow compartment beneath. Inside, everything is arranged with the kind of careful precision only the Guild bothers with. Blades wrapped in oil cloth. Glass vials cushioned against impact. A compact tool roll. And a sealed packet. The map. The weight of it settles into my hands, familiar and steadying. The Guild never offers comfort. It offers preparation. Preparation is better. I break the wax seal. The first sheet is terrain. Elevation lines crowd the eastern rise and spread wider toward the hollow valley. Water routes cut thin lines through the map, marked where runoff masks sound.

Once more, they walked across the sands of V'rounsthan. The sun was peeking at zenith point, painting the desert in light tan. The slopes obscured their advance, covering them from the prying eyes of the Dusk Riders who were encamped in the distance. They were half way across when Keron heard the rumbling of engines and the sound of spoilers spewing smogs in loud coughs. "They're advancing!" Razion said. "And there is nothing to be afraid of." Keron replied as he continued. "We will be able to outflank them definitely."

As more of the table's surface was cleared, the glowing intensified, revealing an intricate map of the entire caldera. "Sin," I called, excitement rising. "Look at this." She joined me immediately, her eyes widening as she took in the illuminated map. "It's a tactical display," she said, her fingers hovering over the glowing points that marked each of the five seal pillars. "Showing the status of each seal and the positions of any guardians in the field." "Is it still active?" Gareth asked, approaching to study the map with a tracker's keen interest.

He walked inside of his tent and over to the makeshift desk where he'd been conducting his business. The map spread out in front of him was crude at best, but it was easy to tell what he was looking at. It was a drawing of our area, and it showed the lands he was currently holding in relation to the area where Rosalie's pack had control. He had a few rocks spread around the map as well, and I took it that those were meant to represent the rogue packs and other hidden enemies like James and Kal. "What do you want now, Georgia?" he asked me, not looking up from his so-called map.