Novels by InosentElsie

After a long talk with Shellan, Skeet and Ylva finally made it out of the Pyriad Sanctuary. Wiping his sweat off, he realized how bright the sky is at this point. Using his palm, he measured the time, trying to count how far the light has already gone from sunrise, and surely enough, it’s already past half a year. “You…” Hearing that, Skeet looked at Ylva, and just before he knew it, he was already been pinned to a nearby wall by her. Eyes wide open as he hyperventilated, he can’t seem to do anything in front of the Pyriad woman in front of him. Even his mouth, which is supposed to ask questions like “what is that for”, seem to have run dry as well. “Don’t ever think I have already forgiven you from what you did earlier.” She was referring to that battle with her aunt. But what will she do to the human? With her muscular physique, she can crush Skeet’s bones in a moment or two. Or at least her hands can suffocate him until he turns violet, since humans are frail in the first place. E

"Guess that takes care of it," the woman mumbled, "As for you, human." Those words made Skeet look at her as she places her sword on her shoulders. "This won't hurt, but if you are to give me a lame battle, then I will bore you the same way I do to this very ground. Are we clear about that, human?" Hearing those, Skeet couldn't do anything but gulp. Chuckling, the woman then swinged her sword even larger than her arms, where she would need to carry them with both hands. "Well then, show me that you're more than just another petty offer! Satisfy me in this battle, human!" ... Trying to read his enemy's moves, he raised his wooden shield for defense when she suddenly flapped her scarlet firefly-like wings, creating a strong gust away from her direction. Not wanting to be flown away, he used his shield as a barrier against the wind, which seemed to be effective enough. When the

-Western Portion of Nymphae, Fantacia- Exiting the said anthill, Skeet and Ylva returned back to their normal forms, and looked at the Tree of Life ahead of them. Breaking the silence, Ylva suddenly asked Skeet, "You managed to catch up what the Mother Nymph said there earlier, right?" in which Skeet promptly nodded. "Good," Ylva replied, "I actually do know of a shortcut. Don't tell Mother Nymph that I told you this." Looking left and right, she then went close to Skeet. The closeness between Skeet and Ylva caught him off-guard and speechless. "Your ear, stupid. I'm whispering it to you." Hearing it, Skeet went back to his senses and lend his ear to her, whatever she's going to whisper to him. "Listen. Did you know that the Tree of Life itself has a shortcut to and fro the three subrealms? Of course no one else knew about it other than the Oracle and her subordinates since it's just only us who can cross those shortcuts." Concluding that fact, Ylva giggled and stepped back from him

-Western Portion of Nymphae, Fantacia- After some time of running back and forth, they have returned to the anthill where they once got stuck on. They actually were able to return there earlier than they first came to the said place, which is what Skeet suddenly blurted out, "Why haven't you guys thought about it sooner? We would've been meeting with the Mother Nymph earlier than now!" The first subordinate then scratched her head, "Our bad. Nym's creations are one of the last things we can ever think, okay? He's weird and all, but it seems like you'll need it badly." The second subordinate added, "After all, he was once an Ester too, only to become an offer to the Yang Creator, so that's basically it. Well, let's go meet the Mother Nymph now!" And with two handclaps, they transformed into dwarf-sized beings. Skeet then followed by wearing the hat Nym gave him, transforming into a human as small as the subordinates are now, successfully entering the anthill where the Mother Nymph st

After hearing Eliona's conversation with her subordinates, Skeet decided to just sleep the night away and fixed his makeshift bed. Upon lying down, the words which her subordinates had blabbered about still rings in his head. "Argh!" he messed his hair out of annoyance, hoping for those flashbacks to disappear. Him not being an Ester never bothered him before. He doesn't even care about it. After all, does it even change the fact that he'll become an offering by those picky elves? No. But, were they actually right about their claim that he is a human and not an Ester? Not wanting to brood any further, he just lied down and slept. .... While Skeet is asleep, faint glowing lights of brown, red and blue flashed near him, causing him to wake up only to see three orbs in front of him. "Ah!" he screamed, trying to crawl backwards, but reaches to the end of the bed instead. The orbs didn't seem to make a reaction of his doing, rather it waits for Skeet to touch them. Curious as he becomes

"Maybe I should go meet her..." he thought. Eliona noticed that Skeet already stood up after minutes of pondering. "Eh? Where are you heading to?" "To Chela. I don't want to mess with that kitsuneko when she gets mad sooner or later." And with that, he walked his way to the training room. ... Upon entering the said training room, Chela was already in front of him, crossing her arms. "Good thing you made it here, nya. I was beginning to think that you're not going to show up, nya." "Oh come now," he replied. "So, what is this private meeting for?" "Get a sword, nya." he nodded and proceeded to get a sword from the rack, "And then?" Without saying a word, Chela rushed towards Skeet, staff on hand and on a battle position. Panicked to see her attacking out of nowhere, he dodged before the staff could ever hit him. "C-chela!! W-what was that for?!" Skeet exclaimed. "Say nothing, nya." Just then, Chela continued on swinging her staff left and right, up and down- mimicking a normal