Stories of Fantasia Epica

Hello everyone, I introduce myself to you. My name is Ernesto and I am a novice writer who, if God permits, publishes my first book in the next month, based on a world of epic fantasy which has worked since the 90s, thanks to the encouragement of my friends who have followed my stories and are fans of my world I have decided to take the big step of the registration, design and publication of my book which I confess has been very difficult given the terrible socio-economic situation that crosses my country Venezuela which forced me to emigrate to Colombia in search of better opportunities.
This is to give thanks to all who read the short stories that I will write in the community of Steemit which will be a complement to the setting of the saga of books that I plan to write, on the recommendation of my editor could not reveal the name of the book nor of the saga until the author's rights are awarded to me, for this reason I apologize, but as soon as the copyright is awarded to me I will upload the cover of the book and the prologue of it.
No more I present the first story.

"SIRGEL"
It was the londart day XXXI of the month Black of the year of the Sword when on a small hill located east of one of the main roads that led to the city of "Vivar" (for many the capital of the neutral zone of the kingdoms), they were a small group of adventurers finished burying a fallen companion, although the sun shone happily on their heads and a soft breeze of spring caressed their faces, the group of adventurers felt as if it were a horrible day of winter in the white plains of the crystal kingdom since a good friend had lost his life for a chest full of gems which had been stolen by what was a "Companion", Lornar was the name of that treacherous scoundrel who not only stole the loot how hard they fought against some road raiders, if not that killed a very dear member of the team, that according to Jaidern the explorer died beheaded while he slept.
-That's no way to die- Gabriel's silence breaks the Lemystral's clergyman the magic goddess as she stands up after seeing silently asked for the peace of her fallen companion's soul, -After almost 5 years of adventures With that booty we would have retired-

• No, it's not fair - says Sart the skinny minstrel who was so sad that he did not want to play with his flute any tune.
  -I tell you to go after him- Jaidern points to the floor while he continues talking -Only takes us two hours ahead, besides the chest is heavy-
  Corberts the barbaric warrior of the kingdom of the West who had been silent next to his great sword of almost two meters stuck in the ground takes the word-from where I come, punish the traitor, cutting head and balls to feed vultures-
• You can stop talking about revenge! - Annoying Yannmir raised her voice with her clear green eyes that did not stop to sprout tears as a sign of the pain she felt because the one they killed was her brother and her murderer Lornar was her fiancé, after giving them an accusing look she decided cover his face with the hood of his cloak and then says -Revenge is not ours-
• Do you want to stay unpunished just for being your lover? - Jaidern recriminates, which raises her backpack, puts it on her shoulder, then picks up the arrows with her bow and walks towards where the Lornar's trail was.
• Do not ever accuse me in that way! YOU…! - and before he says anything, he feels a hand on his appeasing shoulder, his friend Gabriel the cleric of the group makes a delicate gesture so that he keeps silent.
  -I understand you- said that turns to tell everyone - Revenge is not ours! - He pauses - Justice, that is the path we have always taken, And I swear to you by Lemystral that Lornar will pay within justice what he has done! - After his words he picks up his bag on the side with his objects and a wooden stick that was his weapon and then walk in the direction where Jaidern was the group's explorer.
  All in silence collect their belongings and leave behind the newly created grave of their fallen companion to go after the traitor of Lornar which according to Jaidern should have at most two hours of advantage, being mid-morning it would be very easy to follow him and reach him; Yannmir walked behind the group not because it was the slowest, or because he wanted to be away from them, he walked back because the tears would not let him see the way well and he did not want to be heard sobbing, since being the only woman was within the group always treated with some delicacy, which really bothered her because on more than one occasion she had fought shoulder to shoulder with them to save his life and that of his companions. But his part of woman made her feel vulnerable to these events which changed her life literally overnight.
  When passing another hill, the group divides the main road that came from the south by the mountain ranges of the "Valley of Tears" and it was heading north to the big city of "Vivar", Jaidern stops at the side of the road and he bends down to see the most ground level and to be able to distinguish the tracks of Lornar from among the others that were marked on the road, Jaidern after almost five years of adventure, of persecutions and escapes, had become an expert tracker It was almost impossible to lose the trail, and less in the sunlight and so fresh. -I do not understand- he says in a low voice when listening to the other members of the group. -He is returning to the south-
• To the south? - Gabriel asks in a strange tone.
  -Well, that's my friend- Jaidern stands up and waits for everyone to be close by to continue talking -They are helping him- he says sharply so that everyone can hear as he looks at Yannmir who prefers not to answer or look at him.
• Helping? Are you sure? - Surprised question Sart while accommodating his ridiculous harlequin hat which according to had magical powers, in all the years of adventure with the group had never seen any power of his hat with bells, but no one in his right mind would argue with a minstrel - Are you sure Jaidern ?, See that maybe the heat of the sun makes you wrong, as when you confused the footprint of a rabbit with a wolf and almost kill us scare- the joking tone did not like Jaidern which he was always annoyed when Sart reminded him of that mistake he made when he was just sixteen in his first adventure with a group of newcomers just out to get fame and fortune, the adventures are never like the minstrels, no glory or rewards , all are a struggle for the survival of the strongest.
  Before Jaidern decided to continue after Lornar, Gabriel asks him - How many are apart from Lornar? -
  -one-answers the explorer while continuing in his work to follow the traitor's trail.
  It was almost half a day when they spotted a couple of carts coming in their direction, the veteran group of adventurers recognized that they would be merchants that surely comes from the "Merchant Patriot Fairs", Gabriel the cleric changed his hand cane and then hit the road twice, that was the signal for everyone to be alert, Jaidern hid his hands behind his cloak to grab the hilt of his short sword and his dagger, Sart pulls out his flute as if to touch it while he puts a dart his instrument, Corberts the barbarian, stands on the side of the road and puts his swordsman on his shoulder so that he gives a movement to strike with it some unfortunate enemy who made the mistake of attacking his group, Yannmir hides behind the great Corberts shadow as he prepares his daggers and Gabriel raises his sacred symbol to greet, identify and prepare a favor from his goddess to help him if needed, "The Defenders
  One of the cart drivers managed to see what he thought were five people, but now counting better he saw four nothing else, raised his hand as a sign of slowing down and then beckoning that there were people on the road, when They were near the coachman recognized the sacred symbol of Lemystral what made him relax a little, smiling raised his hand this time in greeting. -Well found are travelers, I hope your intentions are honest? -
  -Well found you and your companions, my intentions and those of my group are honest, if they go in peace, we will let them pass in peace- Gabriel responds to the greeting.
  -Well, this is a peaceful traveler- says the coachman while releasing a dough, Gabriel notices that the wagons were baskets of merchandise, but they transported no more than two day laborers each who were sure to come from a work camp.
  Before the wagons pass, Gabriel decides to ask the driver. - My good friend, can I steal a little of your time to ask you a question? -
  The coachman nods while holding the dough again.
• Did you happen to see two people carrying a chest pass by? - Then add to the question - My group and my person are adventurers and I ask why one of them has an arrest warrant for murder -
  -My good friend, could you describe the persecuted in question? Asks the innocent coachman.
  -is a man of twenty four years, with a breastplate of laminated armor, and a long sword at his waist, has a brown coat and black pants with boots of the same color, Gabriel replies, since it was normal mistrust in these areas as there were looters, well there are no more plunderers since Gabriel and his group finished them, but the coachman did not know it.
• And the name of your group? - young cleric of Lemystral.
  Gabriel responds with pride - "The Defenders", my good coachman-
  The coachman thinks for a while and then one of the day laborers who was in his cart approaches him to whisper something in his ear, the coachman releases the dough and with a more relieved gesture says -Ye know who your group is, well I tell you that yes I saw him go by accompanied by an old man, tall, with a long white beard with magician's hat
• Do you know by chance how far they go? Or Asia where could they lead? -
• Well, my friend, they are not more than an hour away, and if they continue on the road they will surely reach "Sirgel" -

to be continue...