~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Crows fly away when Cartlon walked nearer to the strangers.
Billy, on the other side, tried to see what will happen.
One of the young boys exclaimed, "Morgan! Someone is coming!"
"Compress! Hatius, Phoax, come over here and ready your selves!" Morgan ordered.
Cartlon halted upon reaching the neophytes in the vicinity.
He said, "I didn't come here to fight against you. I am here because of the Princess's order."
Morgan stiffened and toughened upon hearing the princess. He took a very long-sighted and looked at his companion's eyes, one by one.
Assuring that Cartlon is not an enemy.
"I am beseeching, plunge your weapons. So that we can talk peacefully, right here."
Morgan put back his sword and said, "Sheathe your swords! Now!
In a quick and brisk time, Morgan's men followed by his edict. "May I know your name, Swordsman?"
"I am Cartlon, the right hand of Princess Alice."
Hatius and Phoax sought and was stunned upon hearing his real name, his real identity.
Morgan replied, "It's our pleasure to meet personally the Princess's royal and good looking servant."
"It's my pleasure to meet all of you in the midst of an apocalypse." Cartlon gave them a genuine yet meaningful smile.
"This is Hatius and Phoax, my nephew." Morgan referred to the twin young man standing at his right side.
Tall, white, black-haired, and a good looking boy.
Hatius looks like Edward Collins while Phoax was brown-haired and looks like an American action star.
"Two men at my back are Slavio and Frisian, my servants. I'm glad to see you here, and perhaps you know my name; Morgan."
Cartlon slightly shook his head and replied, "I haven't heard the name 'Morgan' since before. Nevertheless, can I ask you something?"
Morgan said, "What is it all about?"
"Swordsman, Can I see and kiss the Princess's hand?" Phoax asked him out of nowhere.
Cartlon lowered down his head and gave him an abrupt laugh, "You can. Princess Alice would wish to meet you too."
Phoax jumped and hit Hatius' arms upon knowing about it. "Go back to your work! Cartlon and I have something to discuss with."
"I've told you to shut your mouth up! Look what happened!" Hatius throw something into his twin brother and vanished quickly in front of them.
Morgan was apologetic and embarrassed because of his nephews' action. "My sincere apology, Swordsman."
"No! There's nothing to apologize, Morgan. But, I'm looking forward to a helpful and generous information about the prophecy of the mage."
Morgan clapped his hands and turned his back at Cartlon. He then said, "Prophecy of the destined mage? To be honest, I've been heard a lot about that matter, swordsman."
He walks closer to a log and sits on it. "Take a seat, first."
Cartlon followed Morgan and rested beside him. "What do you know, Morgan? Before the apocalypse began, the Princess of Alicesha was looking for the elusive mage but then, she failed."
Morgan lit up one stick of tobacco and blow it. "She can't locate where's the destined mage, Cartlon."
"What do you mean?"
"According to the saga, the person who can find the elusive mage must possess rare royal blood."
Morgan looked at him and added, "If the princess possesses the rare bluish blood then, she's the only key to find the book of prophecy."
"I don't get it, Morgan! What? Bluish blood?"
"You heard it right. But, we need to find the person who hid the book into the far, far Kingdom of Atlantis."
Cartlon never knew about the Kingdom of Atlantis. He hasn't heard it since before. "Kingdom of Atlantis?"
"The lost kingdom. People called it that way."
Cartlon wonders how long would it takes to reach the Atlantis. There would be a possible short and quick way or none?
"How many days before attaining its border?"
"It would take hundreds of days if you will take the conventional route, but..."
Morgan paused for a while and lends to him something that was folded up.
Cartlon hesitantly replied, "But?"
Morgan leaned closer to him and whispered into his ears. "Look and study that map. When you eventually get the short cut route, then we can prepare for a quest together with the Princess."
Swordsman shook his head back and forth. Trying to sink all the information he gathered from the quest man– Morgan.
If he's grumbling the truth, then Cartlon must ask the Princess with regards to her blood. It's the only key to find the book, the elusive mage will can and will culminate this apocalypse.
"Quest man, do you think it's more convenient if your men and your nephews will stay at our hideout. It's easier to converse a plan if we're living in one canopy, Morgan."
The quest man began to think about it. Well, if he would take it in a positive way, it's more beneficial and he can execute his plan without anyone suspecting him.
Morgan stood up and twitched his jaw, thinking and speculating the swordsman's offer.
"You don't have to decide right now, Morgan. The next day after tomorrow, I shall come here with the Princess and hear your final verdict."
"But for now, we need to go back before the dark."
Morgan watched the twins, carrying big branches and trunks. While the two servants were constructing a safe and prudent refuge.
"We? You mean, you are not alone?"
Cartlon replied, "Yes. There's a young boy, hiding at the baruque hut right there."
"Invite him to come closer for a while, Swordsman. Perhaps he wants a cup of coffee or tea."
Morgan was amazed and stunned hearing that he's not alone. That his with someone.
However, he's been looking and dying to see his missing sister.
His parents told Morgan that Aria was lost in the midst of the forest, ten days after giving birth to her.
"He would honor to, but we need to go for now. Morgan, don't attempt to fool or jester me. Our lives rely heavily on the elusive mage we are all gawking for."
Morgan sighed deeply as Cartlon leaned closer to him. His breath was warm yet his voice was cold and sincere.
"You can count on me, Swordsman," Morgan replied.
"We will meet again, quest man."
Cartlon uttered and turned his back quickly. He then bowed his head to the twins and walk back to Billy.
"Tss. Such a valiant and doughty man!"
Morgan kicked the small branch of a tree and throw off the tobacco he was holding with.