The Third Shard

The militia warriors were following the dream spirit as he led them into a barren and rocky place. There had been a rumbling that came from a distance where they were.

"They are over there!" Sir Arthur said, "Let's hurry, I sense something evil is lurking around this place. Be vigilant."

They felt tremors rock the ground, dust clouds were rising from afar where Sir Arthur had pointed at with his nose.

"Is it one of the daemons?" Archer asked as he squinted his eyes to view from where they were now. To enhance his sight, the elfen whispered a spell, "Klaromaca!"

Sir Arthur was silent as he sped with each great leap he made. The warriors were keeping up well behind them, a few a bit injured from battling swarms of daemons from the canyons in search of his lost memories.

Fortunately, they had been able to gather another shard which made their discovery to two including the one that Archer risked his life for.