HEIR OF LIGHT
, it wasn't possible, he didn't take any attack to his body,
"Ikir" a voice called,
It came from within the jungle, he couldn't bear to leave his body but he had to, the calling was loud and controlling.
He moved through the bushes, following the call until he reached a cave, it radiated power, one he knew.
He went in, tiny insect like creatures illuminated the way. Paintings of a man with a staff lighting the way filled the walls, the call got louder till he got to a room.
A man in thight cotton armour that seemed to sprout plants sat in the middle, jason approached slowly, he raised his head at jason, eyes as green as the forests and the black of his eye as dark as the fertile soil,