Romans & histoires Reclusive Hermit

“Such harsh words, and here I thought you were one of us.” “Recluse was one of us as well. Now, I see he was justified in what he did.” At last, anger flashed across Claymore’s face. The half man, half spider that had lived among them and betrayed Claymore in an effort to take over the town and Halloween, was a sore subject. Recluse was banished from the town, perpetually plotting to remove Claymore from power, and impose his will on the great holiday that he felt had become far too tame. “Perhaps, you’d like to join him. I hear he’s always looking to add to his ranks. Build upon the number of followers that pledge their allegiance to him.”

" 'Yeah, I meant.' "Someone told me that I can find peace if I can hide for a long time without telling anyone." 'Who was he?' Clark asked him, "I don’t know." 'You don't know! Anything?' "His name… He is 'Ahitkim La'maskhakh' he calls himself the hermit." 'This name is familiar...' Deck stared at Clark and said to the Prof. "Which name?" Patrick asked. 'The one he said after Ahi... whatever.'

His eyes turned to Maru who was already struggling to push his white wall, grinding his teeth with his eyes closely furrowed. “Tell me something I can do to help,” the hermit said with his eyes unto Maru. Maru opened his eyes and turned to look at the hermit, craggy faces like Merfoy, long black hair, and beard opposite to Merfoy, and pure black cloth opposite to Merfoy. “Who’s he? Another brother of yours?” Maru asked with his frowning face. “No, he’s the hermit from Mt. Filli. He’s a friend of mine,” Merfoy answered.

“We once underwent a blood pack to make us both brothers-at-arms. We did this before I took my enlightenment journey.” I clenched my jaw. Hell, this one could be our enemy and we just fell right into his trap. “So you support him,” I asked through clenched teeth. He quickly shook his head. “On the contrary, I don’t, Your Majesty. This is why I decided to be a hermit. I saw Geraden’s sordid future. I want nothing of it.” That felt fucking good to hear. “Hm, good choice, old man,” I remarked. “And the woman guarding the portal to Sattus? Who is she?”

I carefully read everything that was written by my grandmother for nearly two hours and discover that the… The snake that I encounter earlier on shore of this village and the one about which is written in this book are same… this blue rune bearing snakes are ‘Hermitian’ My grandmother had mentioned a story about Hermitian snakes… It says that long time back there was a small but powerful kingdom named Moska which was situated near sea shore on eastern coast… Kingdom Moska was ruled by one ruthless queen named Queen Leucosia … Queen Leucosia was a widower queen; it was rumored in her kingdom that Queen Leucosia was a black witch who for hunger of power had sacrificed her unborn child and her

He whined, “Please, you’re the only one who can help me. That doll…” “What doll?” “You remember how we went hiking the other day? And there was this temple at the back of the mountain…” He muttered to himself, “Here it starts again...” His voice got softer as he spoke, and he sounded moments away from breaking down, “I bought a doll that looked like me…” Of course, I remembered this. The monk told us that if he gave the doll to the right person, he would be blessed with a happy relationship. I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.”