Gandharvas had served as cavalry in their armies. They were a haughty, prideful warrior race that no one would want to go against. Their battle skills were something humans could never match. Even the weakest among them would be able to fight away a troop of atleast a hundred soldiers with ease.And right now, an entire herd of them was surrounding the cart with some or the other weapons in hand, but none of them were as dominating as the one in front. He must be their leader, Visha thought as she brainstormed ways to get out of this. This herd of about twenty Gandharvas was more than enough to crush them all into pieces without even breaking a sweat. Even if her group had been in their best health they"d have been nothing more than just warm up to these beasts. But right now, half of them were not even conscious while the other half was on the verge of exhaustion after Mr Feathers" torture all night. Danish looked around with the same thought as her. A fight with them right now was no better than suicide. There bodies wouldn"t even be left intact after this. These Gandharvas will trample them into a mush, not to mention their legendary expertise in weaponry and battles. If they don"t find a way out of this soon, they stood no chance!
Just then, the sound of a squawk shifted everyone"s attention towards itself. Mr Feathers stepped out from behind Priest Dharma and bravely stood facing the leader upfront. It started squawking angrily at the leader of Gandharvas.
His perfectly arched brows deepened in a frown before he answered in a deep heavy voice, "You"re well aware of the rules regarding outsiders. All those years ago, that man had begged for his people to be granted entry in this sacred place in exchange for keeping this place a secret from other humans and protecting it. Now, that it has been infiltrated by a human, that treaty is no longer valid. These people are trespa.s.sers now and must be annihilated." His voice wasn"t loud but it contained a dominant tone. He sounded determined and slightly p.i.s.sed as well.
Mr Feathers started squawking again and whatever he said must have been a sound argument since it made the Leader Gandharva"s eyes twitch in anger.
"I don"t care what he was before, but when the treaty was made, he was a human. Being an ex-demiG.o.d won"t get him any leeway." he answered with a grunt. His words sent a shock to everyone. The priests looked at each other in confusion, "The Original Guardian was a demiG.o.d?" But no one in the priesthood knew this, were these Gandharvas present at that time. Even thought they knew that creatures here had long lives but it was beyond their expectations that it could be more than a millenium.
Visha on the other hand had somewhat guessed the Guardian to have special origins to be the Gatekeeper in the first place. What caught her attention was the way the leaders addressed "humans". It was apparent that he already bore deep hatred for humans and the priesthood was no exception.
Mr Feathers sighed and started to squawk again, but the Leader raised his hand to quieten him. He wasn"t going to listen anymore since nothing could change his mind. He was a stubborn one and Mr Feathers knew it too. But he couldn"t give up either since they were his people. He had agreed to look over the priesthood of his dear friend. Afterall, the Original Guardian and him had once served the same G.o.ddess. He found the demiG.o.d brat and personally told the G.o.ddess about him. The potential he had seen in that kid had proved to be true and he turned into a marvelous gatekeeper of the entire Realm. Even if he wasn"t alive anymore, even if he had once abandoned his immortality to be on the mortal realm, he couldn"t hate the kid. And when his dying words were to look after her disciples, Mr Feathers couldn"t deny. He too hated the humans but this priesthood had to be an exception. It was a place dear to that brat so he had to look after it.
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Mr Feathers ignored the daggers the leader shot at him and continued to squawk. He was an honourable "bird" of his words who wanted to keep his promise to an old friend.
"The treaty doesn"t stand anymore, and you very well know it. It"s nothing more than just empty words. You have no right to stand in my way." he yelled at the swan who still refused to budge and kept on squawking with its tiny wings flapping vigorously.