World 9 - Mythical Crossover

He flapped his wings stadily, landing below. He saw the woman, and kneeled down to her showing a sign that he means no harm. "Excuse me, but do you know where the nearest Ockle Berry tree is?" He asked, feeling rather peckish. He hoped that there was some nearby.

He couldn't help but laugh. "Of course, what else would I be?" Blizzard was intruiged to hear her reply, and noted that his dinner was only a field away.

(Where abouts is Oherin City anyway? like on a map )

(Somewhere to the far north of our world, it has an artic climate. Then their camp is a day's ride north again)

She laughed, too, smiling.

Sorry. I've never seen or met one before, and I wanted to check

"And what are you, may I ask? A boggart? Wizzard? Human- dare I say." Blizzard said, looking down at the youngster.

None of those. A bloodwitch, she answered proudly.

He had heard briefly of those creatures, but not much. "Where are you heading- may I ask?"

"The what?" He asked, as he never heard the creatures name before. He looked up at the sky briefly, testing whether or not he should fly in stormy conditions.

Meanwhile in the British Woodlands, Chloe was collecting herself some food. She knew she would of have to make the journey but decided it was worth it. Being really fast would grant her getting to the Ockle berries quicker, she decided to go. During her travel she noticed the stormy weather knowing that it would be too far to go back and that she should spend the night near the trees of the Ockle berries.

"What for? Isn't it better that they were left in peace?" Blizzard asked, it had been so long since there was peace at all, he had never experience it.

Harotic began to walk away from Camelot and up a steep hill, once he arrived at the top he opened his small satchel and began to search through it for something to eat, when he looked up he was faced with five people, each of them wearing identical bright red robes, bright red hoods and black masks, each of them was holding a silver dagger

If we knew where they were, possibly we could help them, she shrugged. The Power could always be used to help, even if they partially feared it.

"Help them with what?" Blizzard was no feeling partically nosey.

"Sorry about all of these questions, but 'The power?', whats that"?

Chloe was rushing the gusty winds, struggling to travel through the storm. She was trying not to be taken by the wind and seperated from even more people.

The person in the centre stepped forwards and created a ball of electricity in his hand and fired it at Harotic, Harotic raised his staff and a dim yellow shield cam between him and the electricity , Harotic then pushed his staff forwards, flinging the man backwards into a tree

"Wow, that's great." He said. "Do you know of any shelter nearby?"

We just camped here, she shrugged. But I'll ask Dier, he knows the area more than I do.

She crept over to where her brother lay sleeping, and prodded him awake, saying that a dragon wanted to ask him something.

()

Blizzard waited, hoping that there was. He looked up again, knowing that he should get some food quick- and find shelter.

What is it?

He's asking if there's any shelter nearby.

(should there be?)