Sir Mounif

  A truth that ran through his very blood, in oath and surety was that he served the Goddess Nerida, of depths. When he’d been fished out of her ocean’s and looked into her warm pink gaze he’d heard a voice tell him that this was it, this was what he was meant to do, meant to be. Every knight was promised a similar moment and their name of purpose came after.

  He was Sir Mounif of the Mists, sword of the Depths and he would use his sword in the name of the Goddess Nerida, pursue her goals and lay whatever she desired at her feet.

  Lately though his missions hadn’t his sword. Instead he found himself and his men searching for artifacts, information, the Goddess said she needed. The latest artifact was the pendant of Fessilies, know to be able to find anyone, saying to even surpass the barriers of the worlds. What the Goddess was searching for she hadn’t shared and Sir Mounif didn’t need to know to follow her desire.

  It never concerned him like it did the other Knights that the Goddess seemed to keep secrets, or that as time went on without word from the Goddess rumors started sprouting up in abundance about her siding and cultivating the shadow beasts that plagued the world.

  Sir Mounif didn’t put stock in rumors and thinking of the Goddess siding with the creatures that followed him like he owed them money seemed so out of the realm of possibility. Sir Mounif looked out at the path that went on for what seemed like forever.

  Though if the rumors were true. Sir Mounif thought of the Goddess smart, driven and always searching for something. He didn’t claim to understand a being of such greatness but he respected the Goddess enough to believe that if the Goddess had accepted the shadows that there was something he was missing.

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  Which was why he hadn’t been fighting the shadows as pointedly as he had before. He’d been watching them letting them linger. The issue was the more they lingered the more his mind felt like it was going to be torn apart. The more he felt as thought he was forgetting something so very important that he just couldn’t piece together.

  Even as he focused on the thought of what might be missing the pain arrived, if he weren’t so used to it he might have stumbled. He walked faster pushing the thought away and the pain subsided. It didn’t ease him thought. But he put on a face like the mission he was on was all that mattered.

  Though he knew something was wrong. He knew it as much as he knew anything and yet he couldn’t fully focus on it.

  He let out a long breath.

  “Sir.” A clutter of a voice from the Knight Ishmin. Sir Mounif turned to his second-in-command, who’s eyes bugged even more then usual out of his face. “Sir Mounif, we received an update on the shadows patterns they seem to be retreating back to their various dens.” He offered holding more then one missive in his hands. The man didn’t seem to know whether to be pleased or concerned.

  The one solid reassurance was the shadows were creatures of patterns and habits. They were even manageable if they stayed in their set day to days. It was only when something shifted them out of the patterns that they became truly concerning. It seemed Sir Mounif was something that simply by being in the same area of a shadow could send them off course.

  Sir Mounif sense the unrest that filled the air and he thought of maybe looking into it more. The pain returned and he felt a strong dizzying push.

  “We need to find the amulet.” He told them men turning as if the mission was the only path he could take. And they continued on. HE felt a shiver run down his spin as he saw a shadow flying in the distance.

  He gripped his head as pain filled it far greater then it had before.

  ‘Stay on the mission move forward.’ ‘Your purpose is the Goddess.’ ‘Dammit maybe I should just choose a new character.’

  ‘We’ve found her.’ A voice different from the one that made his head swirled informed him. His heart lurched and he felt a pain in his heart that he couldn’t define. Then panic filled him because he didn’t know what they meant but he also knew that everything was wrong.

  Then though his feet started forward and the mission went on.