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Chapter 41, Valley-o
The valley was quiet and dull, Kimbo’s hooves echoed and reverberated off the valley walls, the singular randomly dotted trees swayed in the light breeze, the sun shined hard, the rays beating down, Nekonata wiped the sweat off his brow with the edge of his cloak.
“So hot! How long is left of this valley Loki?” He called looking up at the flying raven.
The raven swooped down, flying almost level with Neko’s and cryptically squawked, “How long is the piece of string?” and flew back upwards just about his head out of reach.
“Ha, ha… ha!” Neko’s long sarcastic laugh bounced back at him from the valley walls, his body shuddered at hearing his own voice. “Eurgh, creepy much!”
Neko, bored, started to chant, “Hey Oh, Oh Valley-o!” Listening to his chant echo back at him, “Hey Oh, Oh Valley-o!” He said this time imitating Loki’s squawky voice…
Loki looked down and shook his head, but Neko carried on, “Oh Kimbo-o-o-o-ooo!”
“This is actually quite fun.” He said to Santi and Kristi who were wagging their tails excitedly.
Neko clapped his hands loudly, and the valley clapped back, he whistled and the valley whistled back
There was a rolling rumbling growl in the distance, Neko paused looking up to see a large dark shadow flying away…
‘Would you kindly be quiet, Sir? Some of us are trying to sleep!’ A voice emanated in his mind.
Nekonata froze, slowly looking around. “Who… who said that?”
He heard a loud creaking noise, and turned to his left. A large tree was looking back at him, black eyes with amber pupils, the tree's trunk tilted slightly a faint look of surprise on its gnarled bark face. ‘Hmm… you heard me? Interesting… Now kindly shhhhh’ Neko was about to say something, but the tree gave him a stern look, suddenly feeling like a school child he put his finger over his lip, and looked away.
Sometime later, they came to the edge of the valley and the land opened up right before their very eyes. ‘Don’t forget the flower, strange one, don’t forget…’ A voice whispered softly in his mind. He glanced back towards the valley, and whispered. “I won’t.”
Nekonata mounted Kimbo and stood up in the stirrups. He could see smoke coming from the chimneys of Edena in the distance. He sat back down in the saddle and gently kicked Kimbo into a slow walk. The earth shook violently as a loud roar came from the distance, Loki hummed smiling to himself, while Kristolia and Santaya's ears pricked upright, Nekonata had to calm Kimbo to get him to continue.
They came to a field of yellow grass, the smell was sweet and refreshing, and followed the muddy path through the field, Santaya disappeared into the grass and came back a few moments later with two small rabbits in her mouth, she dropped one for Kristolia, who snatched it from the ground purring. Nekonata carried on with Kimbo at a slow pace, so the wolves could eat and catch up when they were ready. They came to a small stone wall that acted as a boundary for the field of yellow grass. A rickety wooden gate barred the way. Nekonata stopped and drank from his wineskin.
He stood up on the stirrups of the saddle and looked out into the distance once again. He saw a man exit a cottage and walk slowly towards them with a drawn bow in his hand. Nekonata decided to wait until the man caught up. By the time the man arrived, his wolf companions had finished their meal and were now sitting quietly by the side of Nekonata and Kimbo wagging their tails.
“Hello there, how goes it?” The man called out as he approached.
“Fine day for travelling.” Nekonata replied with a smile, “and you?”
“I am fine, and right you are!” Replied the man. “I haven't seen anyone travel this way since Tarasque and her mother arrived... three or four years ago.”
“That’s a long time since,” Nekonata commented. “I am travelling to Edena, I believe it is beyond the fields over there?”
“Aye, you are right on that. I was told to approach a man on a white horse, by Sir Vivi. He told me I must ask to see your sword if you perchance have one.”
Nekonata looked down at the man confused, “Vivi?”
The man looked at him with a stern face and asked again, more seriously. “Do you perhaps have a sword in your presence?”
He pulled his travelling cloak to the side to reveal his sword, the man’s eyes went wide in shock and he suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed. “You're him, the one he told me about.”
The man looked up and turned his head towards Edena muttering to himself. “The Prophecy... is it coming true?” The man suddenly turned and looked back at Nekonata... “I'm sorry, come through my fields this path will lead you to Edena, 4 days hence.”
The man opened the gate. Nekonata patted Kimbo on the neck and the horse moved on, the wolves following behind. Once past the gate, Nekonata paused, “What is your name?” he asked the man.
“My name Sir is Jason” He replied simply and bowed once again.
Nekonata thanked Jason, and Kimbo walked on at a steady pace.
The fields were rich with an enormous variety of flowers, of all colours, shapes and sizes, Nekonata leaned over to his left and picked up a big bluebell from a long stem. Flowers here were three times the size of normal flowers. They were beautiful and exotic. Loki leaned down from Nekonata's shoulder and sniffed the flower loudly. Nekonata laughed as the raven started sneezing.
As it got dark they decided to sleep under a willow tree, Santaya and Kristolia ran off to hunt, while Loki nibbled on some hard cheese that Nekonata had given him. Laying down in the grass he stared off into the sky through the willow tree branches. The sky went darker as a shadow overtook them, moments later it disappeared. Loki looked up, nodded, and suddenly flew off into the sky chasing the shadow.
Chapter 41, Valley-o
The valley was quiet and dull, Kimbo’s hooves echoed and reverberated off the valley walls, the singular randomly dotted trees swayed in the light breeze, the sun shined hard, the rays beating down, Nekonata wiped the sweat off his brow with the edge of his cloak.
“So hot! How long is left of this valley Loki?” He called looking up at the flying raven.
The raven swooped down, flying almost level with Neko’s and cryptically squawked, “How long is the piece of string?” and flew back upwards just about his head out of reach.
“Ha, ha… ha!” Neko’s long sarcastic laugh bounced back at him from the valley walls, his body shuddered at hearing his own voice. “Eurgh, creepy much!”
Neko, bored, started to chant, “Hey Oh, Oh Valley-o!” Listening to his chant echo back at him, “Hey Oh, Oh Valley-o!” He said this time imitating Loki’s squawky voice…
Loki looked down and shook his head, but Neko carried on, “Oh Kimbo-o-o-o-ooo!”
“This is actually quite fun.” He said to Santi and Kristi who were wagging their tails excitedly.
Neko clapped his hands loudly, and the valley clapped back, he whistled and the valley whistled back
There was a rolling rumbling growl in the distance, Neko paused looking up to see a large dark shadow flying away…
‘Would you kindly be quiet, Sir? Some of us are trying to sleep!’ A voice emanated in his mind.
Nekonata froze, slowly looking around. “Who… who said that?”
He heard a loud creaking noise, and turned to his left. A large tree was looking back at him, black eyes with amber pupils, the tree's trunk tilted slightly a faint look of surprise on its gnarled bark face. ‘Hmm… you heard me? Interesting… Now kindly shhhhh’ Neko was about to say something, but the tree gave him a stern look, suddenly feeling like a school child he put his finger over his lip, and looked away.
Sometime later, they came to the edge of the valley and the land opened up right before their very eyes. ‘Don’t forget the flower, strange one, don’t forget…’ A voice whispered softly in his mind. He glanced back towards the valley, and whispered. “I won’t.”
Nekonata mounted Kimbo and stood up in the stirrups. He could see smoke coming from the chimneys of Edena in the distance. He sat back down in the saddle and gently kicked Kimbo into a slow walk. The earth shook violently as a loud roar came from the distance, Loki hummed smiling to himself, while Kristolia and Santaya's ears pricked upright, Nekonata had to calm Kimbo to get him to continue.
They came to a field of yellow grass, the smell was sweet and refreshing, and followed the muddy path through the field, Santaya disappeared into the grass and came back a few moments later with two small rabbits in her mouth, she dropped one for Kristolia, who snatched it from the ground purring. Nekonata carried on with Kimbo at a slow pace, so the wolves could eat and catch up when they were ready. They came to a small stone wall that acted as a boundary for the field of yellow grass. A rickety wooden gate barred the way. Nekonata stopped and drank from his wineskin.
He stood up on the stirrups of the saddle and looked out into the distance once again. He saw a man exit a cottage and walk slowly towards them with a drawn bow in his hand. Nekonata decided to wait until the man caught up. By the time the man arrived, his wolf companions had finished their meal and were now sitting quietly by the side of Nekonata and Kimbo wagging their tails.
“Hello there, how goes it?” The man called out as he approached.
“Fine day for travelling.” Nekonata replied with a smile, “and you?”
“I am fine, and right you are!” Replied the man. “I haven't seen anyone travel this way since Tarasque and her mother arrived... three or four years ago.”
“That’s a long time since,” Nekonata commented. “I am travelling to Edena, I believe it is beyond the fields over there?”
“Aye, you are right on that. I was told to approach a man on a white horse, by Sir Vivi. He told me I must ask to see your sword if you perchance have one.”
Nekonata looked down at the man confused, “Vivi?”
The man looked at him with a stern face and asked again, more seriously. “Do you perhaps have a sword in your presence?”
He pulled his travelling cloak to the side to reveal his sword, the man’s eyes went wide in shock and he suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed. “You're him, the one he told me about.”
The man looked up and turned his head towards Edena muttering to himself. “The Prophecy... is it coming true?” The man suddenly turned and looked back at Nekonata... “I'm sorry, come through my fields this path will lead you to Edena, 4 days hence.”
The man opened the gate. Nekonata patted Kimbo on the neck and the horse moved on, the wolves following behind. Once past the gate, Nekonata paused, “What is your name?” he asked the man.
“My name Sir is Jason” He replied simply and bowed once again.
Nekonata thanked Jason, and Kimbo walked on at a steady pace.
The fields were rich with an enormous variety of flowers, of all colours, shapes and sizes, Nekonata leaned over to his left and picked up a big bluebell from a long stem. Flowers here were three times the size of normal flowers. They were beautiful and exotic. Loki leaned down from Nekonata's shoulder and sniffed the flower loudly. Nekonata laughed as the raven started sneezing.
As it got dark they decided to sleep under a willow tree, Santaya and Kristolia ran off to hunt, while Loki nibbled on some hard cheese that Nekonata had given him. Laying down in the grass he stared off into the sky through the willow tree branches. The sky went darker as a shadow overtook them, moments later it disappeared. Loki looked up, nodded, and suddenly flew off into the sky chasing the shadow.
The Journey, Chapter 42
Chapter 42; Elqiana Loki flew high up, in the clouds, heading straight for the cliffs, he could feel the dewy cold water droplets forming on his wings, they felt refreshing to him, he liked being a raven simply because they were mysterious, and clever creatures. They fascinated him. The bluey...
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bt what was it.. the tree feeling surprised that Neko.could hear it ? 
