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The Vagrant

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"Shit.....Shit, how many of these fucking monsters should I kill more", said Frost the last Vagrant angrily in a hoarse voice. Follow the journey of the last Vagrant roaming across the lands killing monsters with the prophesied time approaching quickly. Can he fulfill the wishes of his predecessor's or will he die a cur's death while fullfiling his actions. ****** *This is an original story and not copied from anyone* Author's note- The story will be extremely dark, so read on your own accord and this story is influenced by 'The Witcher' although I have never really read the actual book, but I have only watched the series and that too not completely. The cover used for this novel does not belong to me, so you can dm me at discord or comment below in the novel, if you want me to remove the cover. Discord username: 'sidd#2578'
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Chapter 1 - Waking after a long nap

Frost woke up after his deep sleep which lasted for a couple of years.

Frost opens his mouth and yawns while stretching his jaws.

"Aaaaaaaa" yawned Frost loudly and started talking to himself, "Shit how many years has it been since I slept. Fuck wish I had never woken up and slept till an eternity".

The surroundings were chilling as the cold winds could be felt as Frost had left an window hanging in his room open and outside the room, the snow were falling heavily covering the entire scenary with the colour of white.

Frost got up and stretched his arms for sometime before gazing outside from his

room which was located in the Vagrant's fortress.

The fortress was located on the top of the mountain which was more than 2000 meters high. It was heavily fortified in the distant past and Frost could still see the rusted training equipments in the open space inside the fortress.

Frost while gazing outside his room towards the further mountains could notice something walking across the fortress towards the higher mountains which caught his interest.

Frost narrowed his red eyes while trying to figure out what was walking across the mountains in groups.

After adjusting his gaze, Frost figured it was the yetis which were moving upwards with their cubs.

As the drizzling winds changed direction, the vision cleared a bit and Frost focused on his deep red eyes more which resulted in him noticing the yetis more clearly.

The Yetis were covered in pure white hair from head to toe, Frost could notice their huge foots which were leaving tracks behind. He noticed Yetis carrying their cubs by making them sit on their heads.

One of the Yeti which was leading the group noticed Frost's presence and immediately turned towards him.

Both Frost and The Yeti which looked like the leader of the group made eye contact. Frost gazed into its deep black eyes which looked like an abyss which would swallow everything. He nevertheless maintained the glaring for a few seconds before the Yeti started walking away by turning his head.

Frost donned himself with his gear which contained a black armour which covered his upper body with an added protection of an chainmail inside. He wore his tight black pants which was made by an sturdy material and took all the tools which were stored in a box near the clothes.

After getting himself geared up, he went towards the centre of his room where he kept his broad sword which gave Frost an nostalgic feeling. He slowly touched the hilt of his sword and raised it with both of his hands.

Frost walked through the old fortress remembering the time when it was filled with his brothers. Now as the only remaining Vagrant left, Frost continued killings monsters for a few centuries while meeting countless individuals and tribes, he could not help himself but be nostalgic about the past jocose times.

With the prophesied time quickly approaching, Frost prepares himself mentally and leaves the Fortress with a heavy heart in search of his partner Elwood, the black horse.

Frost knew that he had only slept for a few years and that his partner was waiting down the mountains so he descends down the mountain with the snow falling heavily everywhere.

After moving downwards with his heavy gear, he enters a forest covered in snow and breathes heavily before shouting in hoarse voice, "Elwooooooood".

After his hoarse shout which echoed throughout the forest, the collected snow in the nearby trees fell and after a few minutes, Elwood came from one of the bushes running majestically towards Frost and when she closed the distance towards him, it proudly raised its front legs and neighed.

"Haha, good girl come my partner", said Frost as he approached her and started stroking Elwood's lower neck.

Frost adjusted the supporting gear on Elwood's back and tucked all the bags which contained tools on the supporting strap present on Elwood's back. After all the adjustments, Frost jumped towards Elwood's back and sat behind him.

"Hahahaha, come on girl lets go to kill the shit of some damned monsters", said Frost to Elwood in his usual hoarse voice.

After traveling for a couple of kilometres, Frost entered the deeper parts of the forest and while exploring the forest, his deep red eyes shone throughout the area examining his surroundings.

Frost could hear sounds of cricket's throughout the area, while walking with his faithful companion Elwood a pridefull black horse which shoned brightly with the moonlight reflecting on it's beautiful dark skin.

"Shit, Elwood the number of monsters have increased during the time I was sleeping, it looks like the prophesied time is really approaching quickly".

"neigh...neigh..." responded Elwood in its voice to Frost's normal balderdash.

Frost climbed down from Elwood and removed the sword from the sheath slowly and examined his surroundings as he could feel the demon's miasma although in a very low quantity and quality.

The stronger the demon's miasma on the monster the the greater its attributes.

Frost could smell multiple low quality miasma's which resulted in him raising his guard.

No matter how weak a monster is, it was one of his master's teachings to never underestimate them.

Frost noticing footsteps approaching his direction slowly which was indicted by the sound of multiple stepping's on dried leaves.

Frost immeadiatly picked a small bottle which was in the size of his thumb, located in his pocket. The bottle permeated a dry smell of blood without even completely opening it.

The bottle was filled with ashen dust and Frost kept it near his broad nose and slowly opened it.

After opening it Frost purposefully inhaled it without wasting even a speck of it.

After a few seconds, his red eyes started to darken its colour and veins started popping in the surroundings of his deep red crimson eyes.

Although he started breathing heavily while inhaling, he adjusted himself and looked through a part of the forest with determined eyes.

Th sound, "Eeeee...Eeeee...Ee" started to be heard and Frost looked more determined after hearing this.

"Eh, It's the shitty ghouls. This should be fun", said Frost with an amused expression on his face.

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Author's note- The chapters will be not be frequent and released when completed. So, look forward to it.