Chapter 2 – Thief

Chapter 2 – Thief

 

There is no doubt that she does it.

But she has no other way to earn a living. In today’s society, it is hard to get a proper profession unless you have a respectable family.

 

There’s no helping it

Toto thought.

 

She was an orphan since birth.

Toto had no surname.

It was a dream within a dream to get a job. It was difficult to even make money. By the time she was old enough to be tried as a criminal, she had already committed theft. When she noticed, she’d already developed a technique to open locked doors.

Toto didn’t stay in one town too much, as soon as she stole, she moved to another town.

It was easier to steal during the day rather than at night.

 

There were only one or two people around at night but everyone left during the day. Especially those of a good family, they left their houses during the day. There were servants but because there was no master at home, they were more relaxed.

 

Toto was called the ‘Gold Rat’ by her fellow companions. It came from her blond hair which Toto thought was wonderful. And it was a name which brought respect when stealing valuables. She doesn’t like rats, but she’s a thief.

It is not a luxury.

 

The job should be easy.

She came to the ‘Koai Kingdom’, one of the kingdoms under the empire, two years ago to steal some valuables. Trade was prosperous as it was the island nation which was used as a relay between continents. It was a place that new people could enter easily.

Well…

Toto thought to come to Orin under the guise of a trader. At Orin, in a huge port town to the west was a straight road called “Blue Way”, it ran from the east to the west of the port. An array of shops and stalls were queued up in rows, while large groups of people came and went.

 

She disappeared into the crowd.

 

Toto looked around. With a quick sleight of hand, Toto stole some food from a stall and filled her belly.

 

It wasn’t necessary to do lots of work.

Tomorrow, she could even eat good food.

 

I abandoned that luxury…

 

She passed the residence that she lived in two years ago. In the country house of the merchant, good things didn’t happen in succession. Although some collections of a naughty hobby were stolen, there were few that fetched a high price.

 

Let’s see here…

 

On the street, there was a mansion which she broke into.

There were two reasons.

One was because the mansion was huge. There was no doubt that this belonged to a person of a noticeable status. There was a garden too, it met a detached room. Another, was because it was quite quiet. During the day, the residents were out.

 

She looked left and right before turning at ‘Blue Way’

 

After advancing on the road for a while, she reached the entrance to the mansion. Of course, no fool enters from the front.

 

She walked along the fence. When she confirmed no one was watching, she took out the ‘red crystal’ tucked in her belt. She put it next to the fence and backed off a little.

 

“Doramu Fina!”

 

When the incantation was spoken, the ‘Red Crystal’ exploded. A part of the fence blew off and there was a hole in it’s place.

 

There seem to be no measures against magic.

 

She broke through the first barrier. She made her body smaller and passed through the hole in the fence. She entered through the garden and climbed a tree.

 

“Where do I go from here…”

 

Toto murmured alone.

 

Is that the main building which is near the detached room?

 

She gazed hard.

This stopped her from overlooking the subtle changes.

It was then…

 

The air shook.

With a ‘Gakun’, a huge shock happened.

 

“Uwa!”

 

She let go of the tree. 

She almost fell on the garden.

Then, once again, there was another shock wave. Immediately before she fell, she was thrown to the side.

 

“Guhaa~!”

 

Her consciousness faded away for an instant.

 

What happened?

 

Before she noticed, she was in the fountain.

 

“Aa, mou!”

 

She raised her dripping wet body.

She looked for where the shock wave came from.

 

It’s… Magic…

 

It pushed the limits of what a human could do with magic.

She was certain that it was some kind of magic.

 

But…

 

Toto thought further.

 

What magic can produce a shockwave that strong?

It could not possibly be a magic crystal. If you use an extremely big crystal, it’s possible. However, there wouldn’t a be a person foolish enough to use such a crystal at a time like this.

 

Then, is it an incantation and magic formation? Even with the know-how, how long would it take? She thought as she seemed to be losing consciousness.

Out of pure curiosity, Toto started running. She was certain it was from the detached room.

She took a detour around the entrance to the backdoor of the detached room. There was no window or empty keyholes. A small amount of red crystal was put in the window to make a hole big enough for her.

She entered the corridor. Her body slid towards the door where she masked her presence.

If there was a person it would be dangerous, but Toto used the art of assassination to conceal herself. As expected, there was no one in the room.

 

She breathed out. She looked around the room with a calm head. There was a bed and a cupboard.

 

She opened the cupboard, and it occurred to Toto that she had to change her clothes. She hadn’t bathed recently. It made her realise how dirty she was, just from falling in the fountain.

 

There were clothes in the cupboard. All the clothes were white. There was a frilly dress too. Toto grabbed it and threw it on the bed.

 

Too hard to move…

 

Thinking thus, she tore the long skirt down the middle with a knife. Putting on a belt, she squeezed her waist to attach it. Looking further into the cupboard, she found underwear.

To change, she took off her clothes. The sewn needlework of the Azabu matched her current ones and she tied the clothes around her waist.

These were also stolen clothes. She had no personal attachment to them.

After she had taken it off, she tried to wear her undergarments.

 

…eh?

 

She didn’t notice the footsteps.

Usually, this would not be possible.

Was her concentration wandering, or was the other party very good at concealing footsteps? The door opened. A man stood there.

 

“Ki, KyaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaAAA!”

 

Unintentionally, she screamed.

 

— POV CHANGE —

 

Futoshi rushed to the blonde girl the moment she started screaming. He covered her mouth and pushed her down on to the bed.

 

“Ugu…”

“Be quiet…”

 

He intended to intimidate her as much as possible. However in his new body, only a thin voice came out.

The naked girl who had her mouth covered nodded many times with tears in her eyes. If you looked carefully, she was extremely beautiful.

In her hand was a white cloth, her undergarments?

 

Stark naked.

 

Her golden hair, which seemed to be the only source of light, spread out on top of the bed. Her eyes were round and large. The trembling pupils inside were emerald green.

 

“You…are you a person from around here?”

Futoshi asked.

 

He became aware of a knife which was thrown on the bed. The girl with the blonde hair didn’t answer.

 

“You are a thief?”

 

That was Futoshi’s intuition. He had done it before he entered this world. He had seen too many thieves. At that time, the girl had the peculiar atmosphere of a thief.

 

“Meruma-sama! Where are you?”

In the corridor, Ari’s voice sounded out.

 

The blonde girl stiffened her body. It was a thin body. If he held on too strongly, he may break a few bones.

 

“It’s so stupid… that a burglar screams out…”

 

Futoshi moved from the blonde girl’s body.

 

“Hey, I’ll overlook this, under one request.”

“Wh, what is it?!” asked the blonde girl as she was close to tears on the bed.

“Don’t cry while you’re naked!”

 

Futoshi spat out the answer.

 

“Ah… but… I…”

 

The girl said in embarrassment.

 

“Don’t cry, because it’s fine, ok?”

 

When Futoshi advised the girl, he left the room calmly. When the door closed firmly, he heard Ari’s voice cry out.

 

“I’m here, Ari!”

“Why won’t you wait…!”

 

Ari ran over while complaining. In Futoshi’s hand was a glass and a pitcher which he took from a tray.

 

“My bad…” said Futoshi while he was receiving the tray.

“Well, you may return to your room.”

“Umm…”

 

Slightly embarrassed, Ari looked at Futoshi.

 

“My room… is on the other side of the door, which Meruma-sama has to his back.”

“What the hell!”

 

Futoshi panicked.

 

He intended to give the water to the blonde girl. He intended to hear about the various ways of this world, what this house was and what she wanted to know. If the other party was a thief, then there wouldn’t be any trouble in the future either.

 

“Ah, ummm… that is so!” Futoshi said immediately.

“W-will you go to father after all?”

“Why would I?”

 

The housemaid with the red hair puffed her cheeks. After a while, Futoshi answered with some thought.

 

“I have a stomach ache!”

“Eeeeh?”

 

“It’s terrible, because I have a pain in my stomach, I want to rest… Oh… Ouch… the pain…”

“A, are you alright?”

“I, I’m alright! Because it will get better soon!”

 

It was a terrible lie.

 

Futoshi opened the door to his rear as he finished speaking and stepped into the room.

He shut the door quickly.

 

“Eh? Eh? Ehhh?  Meruma-sama!” Ari’s scream sounded outside the door.

“Th, That room, is my room…!”

 

She steadily knocked on the door as she tried to open it with a clatter. However, he obstructed it as best as he could. It seemed to be a room without a key. It indeed felt like the room of a servant.

 

“Please… right now, I wish to rest in this bed!” He shouted to Ari on the other side of the door.

“I, I Understand… then, for the time being, I’ll tell Grande-sama about you…”

“Please!”

 

When Futoshi answered so, Ari’s footsteps faded away.

 

“It’s alright…” Futoshi said to the blonde girl who stood watching while sticking to the wall.

“W, with that… are you going to embrace me?” asked the nude girl with a firm expression.

 

TRANSLATOR’S CORNER

 

elsondwarf: Sh, sh, shut up! I’m not late, you are! B-b-baka!

 

 

Elsondwarf: In any case, sorry editor-san! I made the mistake of calling Toto a He the entire first half!

 

Sam Jakes: I’m very sorry for being late with the edits! I’ll try and finish the next chapter as soon as elson finishes his TL. Cheers!

 

Elsondwarf: Eheheh, I suppose that puts a bit of pressure on me then. Time to get started!

 

Elsondwarf: Also, the change made in this chapter was [Ali > Ari]

 

Chapter 3: Birth of the Corpse King (Preview)

Welcome To The Underdark

Here’s another preview of the Little Birds Cage! I’ve decided to post previews of the Chapters before I post the full chapters just to make you guys more happy and because I like writing this. But I’ve realized that it’s taking a twisted turn… Ah never mind.

Also thank you to snowfallsdown for being the first to pick this silly little novel of mine up! (Giorgio you don’t count)

anyway, here we go!

 

Note: After a ages, There is a small update!

Title Change: Where The Wild Wind Blows –> Birth of the Corpse King

 

“The world stopped at this moment, the birds stopped singing, the trees stopped swaying and the voices of man stopped reaching the gods. The great earth mother had forsaken them for their sins and nought but a single Eagle could resist. The age of reckoning had come and the gods were all in it.”Scroll of Terra 7:3

Doth Thou Curse Bare Upon The Land Once More Little Bird? Doth Thou

Chapter 3: Where the Wild Wind Blows

                “The sky was always the envy of those without wings, Little Bird. Why won’t you share?” The darkly coloured woman drew close to Little Bird, “Us ground dwellers are poor, helpless, afraid. Why not take your wings off and hand them over too us? You were in our situation too.” The woman pulled back so here entire body was visible, physically she was very beautiful. Her womanly proportions matched the ferocious look on her face and in her eyes, yet something was missing. Something near her back was made something missing entirely. Not the wings of a bird of flight, no, but ones of a bat. The dark, featherless wings of the fallen birds were missing from her back, and she wanted replacements.

                “These wings upon your back look as if they had seen their time in the sky; why not pass them to the next person? Share the burden.” Little Bird had similar things upon her back, yet they could no longer be called wings of a pure bird. The taint that spread across them with nought but an olive leafs worth of white in them, the woman was furious. She had wanted PURE wings, wings that made her look like an angel with comparison to the god of beauty. Instead, in front of her were those of what were the remnants of an eagle, turning into a raven.

                “No matter, these shall do.” The sensation of flesh and bone ripping apart met Little Bird then, her screams were mercilessly met with endless pain and torture while a being she calls monster appeared from behind her and fulfilled the woman’s commands, while the woman herself pinned her down by her arms and legs, letting Little Bird move her back in agony of the separation. The ground dweller acquired her wings and left Little Bird there with the monster.

                Pleased, the monster tied her with metal chains that looked like stronger versions of gold and pulled her closer to the ceiling like a dirty rag to dry.

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Chapter 2: Something in the Deep

Welcome to the Underdark

Well, here we go, Chapter 2: Something in the Deep is finally being released without the mistake of being called Something in the Dark.

Please enjoy and tell me what you think! ^^

“And the son said, ‘if the 9 Gods are so powerful, why did it take all 9 of them to seal Little Bird?’ The mother only replied, ‘Because the Great Calamity is a terrible, terrible mistake upon this world.” Scroll of Materna 2:6

Doth Thou Curse Bare Upon The Land Once More Little Bird? Doth Thou

Chapter 2: Something In The Deep

“AHHHH” Little Bird screamed as the woman… no, the monster who calls herself The Torturer inflicted the most unbearable pain upon the caged bird. The searing hot iron melted and cauterised the deep cuts made in her skin, done by the same person who aims for no information or retribution, only the pleasure of seeing the chirping of the calamity in front of her. “Please, please stop. STOP.” The Little Bird screamed in pain and terror once more as her mind finally broke down after 72 hours of nonstop cutting and cauterising. Her skin pale and bruised bluer than the ripest berries from the Seven Passages, but slowly, yet quick enough to be visible, the colour realigns it’s self to the natural fair colour of skin and the melted craters caused by the flames disappeared, only leaving a beautiful woman chained to the ceiling and suspended a meter off the ground.

                “See?” said the monster, “Look at how your feathers are so beautiful after so much wear and tear. Why is it not fine to take it for myself and to play with it? After all, you’re a calamity. A monster yourself, destined never to set foot in the outside world again.” The Monster said spitefully, ounces of hate mixed in with every word that reached her ear. “I love the world, so you must hate it. I like other beings, so you must kill them. You have no choice on the matter, after all we are opposites destined to hate.” The monster cackled an ungodly laugh as she stepped out of the cold, stony, room that held Little Bird captive. It was her cage and hers alone. This was for her sins against the world, this is what she deserved. She loved the world, what did she do to it? What did she hurt, or kill, to deserve this?

“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled to herself, “Where is he?” Little Bird asked. None of it mattered. This is her cage, her eternal torment, destined to continue till the end of time itself with each week a new tormentor to lead her to her imminent break her down.

9 years till the great calamity.

3 leagues from the deepest darkest depths of nowhere led Glynn to the murky, misty mire. The stale air almost as stale as the ‘water’ sitting in small pools between the natural paths, all leading to the one spike being the central point in this swamp aptly named Lone Tower. From the distance there was nothing much to be said but an oddly shaped and darkly coloured, but as Glynn got closer and closer he could see the true wonder that was Lone Tower.

Just 1 league from Lone Tower, when the twilight hour was nigh, Glynn saw the odd shape grow. Not growing larger as if he was moving closer to him but physically growing, slowly, yet visibly, vertically into the terrifying heights. Trudging ever closer to the mystical tower he saw two signs, one floating in the water the other staked to the ground saying. The water-borne one was covered in thick moss but the text could still be read as clear as the day it was made, “RIP to ‘Moonlit Dancers’”. The other could be red too but was slightly less visible, “Death count since creation: 526,627”.

Glynn stood still and stared at the latter sign, He could only wonder how such a precise number could come about. He looked towards the tower and saw a flash of light similar to that of a conflagration and moment later an ear shattering roar came about which confirmed that it was an explosion. He quickly glanced to the sign once more and saw two things, “Death count since creation: 526,631” and “RIP to Carnol Tucker / Arnold Moore / Michal Tuner / Leona ‘The Untrue Shot’ Everboom”.

After 30 minutes of travelling ever-onwards towards Lone Tower, Glynn came across a single man walking towards him. The man had an uncanny mix of grey and brown on top of his hermit-like head, accompanied by a similarly hermit-like beard, his crooked back gave him a visible limp with a leg slightly shorter that the other, giving him a slant in his already obvious limp. A ‘white’ tunic that was stained over and over with various colours with a patched brown jacket that’s been through a lot of wear and tear, brown trousers down to half his shins along with wearing leather boots on his feet that supplemented the missing space in his legs, but not by much. An assortment of equipment and items came with the old man, including, an intricate looking walking stick made of Ashen-Brown Oak used to prop up the old man, a mahogany bow and strange looking ebony arrows with weird markings and red feather fletching in a well used, cow hide quiver. The arrows in particular caught Glynn’s eye as they were not of the sort that he had seen before and noticed that one of them was the wrong was around, due to this he saw that the arrowheads were an unusual trident shape with strange red liquid dripping out of it. Despite what it may look like at first but this was not blood, it was an entirely different liquid.

“Hail traveller, did you read the sign that came across earlier?” he asked in an old, decrepit voice.

“Aye, who’s asking?” Glynn replied, cautious of the obviously out of place villager.

“Oh, excuse me I haven’t introduced myself. My name’s Cane, the local hunter, and I live near the village over by lone tower. I’ve came to look at the Signs down the road.” Glynn paused and gave Cane a strange look, maybe he had been drinking? He certainly had the look and the stench that accompanied a night of heavy drinking but that wouldn’t explain how or why he came here to look at signs 6 leagues away from the village. Glynn pushes this point.

“What brings a man a day’s walk away from his village?”

“Oh don’t you know? The explosion at Lone Tower brings us, or namely, me, to see its victims.”

“So why not go to the Tower?”

“Because it’s infested with all manner of things on the inside, so we look at the signs. Much safer.”

“Interesting, so who made the signs? Wizards are either part of the Inquisition or the Guild and neither of which will make something like this or give something like this away at all.”

“Neither of the Factions, he’s an ex guildsman gone roamer that’s settled in our kind village. Even got two of his own apprentices, one of which went in the tower.” Glynn had a look of pure astonishment upon his face. 1 in 1000 people have a prowess to study magic and only 1 in 10,000 people with that knack have the funds to study magic, so it is rare for a village to even have a wizard let alone apprentices. Another profound idea was that the wizard was a roamer; the whole point of the factions was to protect wizards from people trying to misuse and abuse their powers. Some such people like “The True Seer’s”, a delusional group of people heralding the birth of a new era of magic, these people class under the name of “Terror Seekers”. The fact that he’s a roamer means that he’s either a Terror Seeker himself or he was excommunicated from the factions.

“So what are you then? Those arrows are not of a regular hunter’s.” Using that as a prop to regain his shaken mental state, he pointed out the strange arrows in the quiver.

“I’m not a regular hunter boy; these arrows are specially made for the Murkers in this god’s forsaken place.”

“Murkers?”

“Aye the Murkers,” He spat on the ground, “The little devils are holed up in this wetland ready to prey out on any they see fit, you’re lucky you haven’t seen one boy. You can’t usually get in and out of this place without an encounter or two, so we’ve laced these with poison that they don’t like one bit.”

“So monk’s hood then?”

“Ah you do know of them.”

Murkers were a foul being that live in the wetlands, perfectly suited to them. They would lie in wait in the muddy waters and the long grasses of the wetlands to kill their prey with brute force and drag their bloodied corpse to their nest in the water, earning them the name “Murkers”. They were said to look like a fish with human like arms and legs, only to have an elongated neck that retracted at will, similar to the body of an eel only retractable.

“We’re getting off topic lad, what was the name of the people on the sign?”

“Something like Carnol, Arnold, Michal and Leona.” The old man’s face drained of all colour, hastily and worriedly he asked Glynn,

“What was the last one’s name? Quickly!” Seeing the old man in a panic Glynn stumbled across a few words.

“Uh… Um… Everboom.”

“Oh dear… Oh dear, oh dear.” Cane began walking back and forth.

“Why, what’s wrong?” Glynn cautiously asked.

“The Wizard name was Leoric Everboom.”

One and a half days later in the Lone Tower village

A dark room was illuminated by the warm, open fire. Tables were piled with scattered documents, recipes and a single painting of a girl with Auburn hair that came done to her shoulders; lay down on the piles of expensive paper. She had a face that was the ire of women and the affection of men, her body was much the same as she donned a golden dress down to her small feet. She was sitting of the trunk of a felled tree in the sunny vastness of grasslands behind her, few small hills with long grasses, hiding the potential wildlife underneath.

That painted 2 years ago, now that scene could no longer be seen again.

Yesterday evening the ‘Misfire Incident’ occurred and killed all 4 people involved, including the Wizard that was the problem. The cause of the incident, Leona Everboom, was not even given a gave due to the mixture of anger and spite mixed in with the laughs against her very existence. Her father, the last surviving family member and an excommunicated wizard, was driven out of the village he was staying. Due to the failure and impossibility to punish the dead, this was a natural choice for the irrational citizens.

Now at the edge of his village, with naught but a weeks worth of provisions and the cloth on his back, stood an that father and the people he helped so much over the past years.

“Finally, we can get rid of the nuisance of our village.” Said Mr Tucker, the man whom he had taught alchemy to I case something were to happen.

“I never liked him, he was always suspicious.” Said Mrs Tuner, the lady whom he had given enchanted thread for her tailor business.

“Aye, the sooner the better.” Said Mr Moore, the man whom he had supplied potions for 3 years due to the constant need to prevent him from killing himself with the faulty and experimental be had constantly tried to produce.

The village looked to him in disgust, no one here had harboured good intentions towards him save Lily Woadhart, his student for 5 years. If that’s the case then why did he stay here, why did he help? Who caused him to help? Who was to blame? The last question cycled over and over till  he figured it out, he wasn’t to blame. The village was to blame, they must have been. Who else could have made Leona miss but the village? They must have occupied her mind when she cast the spell, that was definitely it.

If that was the case then he must have justice on the people who caused Leona to die.

“Puhahaha, I’ve figured it out. You killed Leona, you killed my daughter.” The village looked at him in bewilderment, “You say punish me but I’ve done nothing, so I must punish you. Drigolion y dyfnder , oedd yn edrych yn alwad hon o frwydr . dewch yma at y pwynt dy feistr.” An ungodly screech harked as the wizard uttered every last word of this ancient tongue, the ground shook as the swamp started moving.

The Murkers were on the move.

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Chapter 1: Till Death Do Us Part

Welcome to the Underdark

“Know this; you have brought destruction upon this world and for I shall curse you for your sins.” Scroll of Bellum 14:7

Doth Thou Curse Bare Upon The Land Once More Little Bird? Doth Thou

Chapter 1 – Till Death Do Us Part

A dark, hooded figure with the happy clown mask who only calls himself “Her Personal Tormentor” stood outside Little Bird’s ‘Cage’ once more in his usual merry mocking tune, “Little Bird, Little Bird, Stuck in your cage”. The Tormentor laughed in his usual, sick and twisted manor, “Why do you wish to leave so soon? Did you not promise to be with me, for better or for worse? In sickness and in health?” With the last question the Tormentor drew his face close to his Little Bird who could only pull her face away in a contorted mixture of agony, disgust and sorrow. The Tormentor’s voice changed to show his different emotion of anger as he drew his face closer once more, “Well, I’ll make sure you can’t leave here…”

“Till death do us part.” The Tormentor and his Little Bird whispered in unison, with that the Tormentor’s voice changed once more to his usual twisted, maniacal tone and laughed off into the dark cavern he calls a corridor. “Oh and one last thing,” He Echoed one last sentence to deal the final blow to his Little Bird, “your precious ‘Glynn’ isn’t coming for you, I’ve made sure of that”.

Little Bird sobbed as she finally broke down, tears dropping from her face into the cold and dark stone where she is meant to lay her head, her empty back looking as if something or someone belongs there, as she still heard the laugh of evil from the deepest depths of the nocturnal hell. Curling into a ball with her side laying across the floor she only repeated one name, “Glynn”.

His name was silently echoed in the deepest caverns of his thoughts, “Glynn,” said the darkness softly as he wondered towards the source of the sound. Growing louder and louder with each passing moment. “Glynn,” said the voice once more, he definitely recognized the voice this time but he couldn’t remember the name of its owner. “GLYNN!” Yelled his younger sister in a voice entirely unlike the one he heard in his dream, “It’s time for breakfast Glynn!” He slowly awakened, opening one eye before the other to see a youthful brunette’s face covering his entire vision.

“I get it Molly, I get it. Tell ma I’ll be down in five minutes.” Mumbled Glynn, in a groggy and unconvincing tone, before losing the battle to stay awake and gradually closing his eyes. A sound of feet stomping into the kitchen and a conversation about ‘The Bucket’ led Glynn to once more open his eyes as little as possible when suddenly a surge of cold traveled along his body originating from his face caused him to curse in all manner of colourful language before he sprung out of bed and started chasing his little sister all around the thatch roofed hut.

“All right, all right. Settle down little ones, you’ll be wanting something to eat with all of that energy you’ve got.” Ma chuckled, her tone surprisingly cheerful at the sight of watching her children throttle each other half to death. The two siblings settled down and sat down at the oak-root table that rooted it’s self in the middle of the house, three beautiful, harsh yet soft chairs were occupied around its parent. One chair left lonely, without a companion or master yet had one once upon a time, longing to be used once more. Glynn was caught looking helplessly at the seat that someone familiar to him once had, checked himself and smiled to both Molly, oblivious to the world, then Ma who could only return an empty smile while her face hid her true emotions which lay underneath.

“So, you’ll be going to Roundhollow today?” asked Ma as she watched her son pack his belongings, she knew the answer. They all did. It was his dream to be an adventurer; they were the people who cleared the Endless Dungeon, gained gold, fame and popularity beyond belief. Everyone wanted to be an adventurer and this year the trial was at Roundhollow, a branch of the adventurers guild less than a month away.

“Aye, if everything goes well I won’t be here for a while. If not, I’ll tell Da you said hi.” He grimaced at the thought of dying but he knew it was an occupational hazard that comes with the dream job, he tightened his sack full of everything he needed to survive on the road for the next 3 weeks to Roundhollow including rations of his favorite stone-baked scones that Ma only made on special occasions. He left for the door and looked to both of his family members for one last goodbye. “Ta Ma, Molly. Thanks for everything you’ve done.” Said Glynn, not bearing to look at his Ma while he gave both of them the longest and hardest hug he ever could.

“You take care now.” Said Ma, in that way only a mother could use to try and convince them to stay.

“Aye ma, will do.” He could only reply.

A look of worry briefly swept over Ma’s face. “I won’t let you travel home on a horse drawn carriage or in pieces.”

“Aye ma, will do.”

“Please just, come back safe.”

“Aye ma, will do.” He whispered softly, very softly. His mother, still in tears, released him from her firm hug and he looked over to Molly, who was in tears. “Hey there Shorty,” he received a hard kick to his shins causing him to over-dramatically fall to the ground, finally receiving a laugh he stood up and was tackled to the ground once more as his sister hugged him.

“You’ll bring back presents right?” asked the little one in hope.

“Aye, you’ll even get a sword of your own eh?” This received a look from his mother that could pierce the thickest shield, which he politely ignored.

“Really?” the look in her eyes was akin to a small child in wonderland.

He gave a small chuckle, “Only if Ma doesn’t stop me.”

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Writers Corner

Well that’s it for now tell me guys what do you think and what should happen next?

afternote: Changed “Scroll of Experimentia” to “Scroll of Bellum”, you will see why IF you figure it out. muahaha

after afternote: also changed the beginning slightly to fit in with the timeline. to those of you who have read this chapter, see if you can spot it!