In the sudden quiet environment, things had become a little awkward. No one really took the initiative to speak up, and so passed a good five or so seconds before...
Chomp.
Elyenora took a cookie.
"Wow, you three should try these! They're delish!" the girl spoke in a bubbly manner, causing Sereia to chuckle and take on for herself. She couldn’t be left out after seeing her happy expression, now could she? Nope, not a lover of sweets like her.
"Well, don't mind if I do," she took a cookie, chomped on it like the princess had, and found herself incapable of not putting her other hand on her cheek whilst exclaiming. "My! These truly are delicious!"
"Right?!" Elyenora said excitedly as she acted all giddy about it.
"Please tell me who made them! I need to get the recipe for my own abode back in Weylorn!" Sereia grinned at the princess happily.
"Of course! I'll ask the chef later, for now just enjoy yourself okay?" Elyenora pushed th
The expanse of the void, closed in on our two fellows yet again. Mon'Ter and Leonidas just finished watching the previous memory, and said memory had made one of them rather conflicted."Say..." Mon'Ter spoke, realizing he hadn't referred to the man in any way quite yet. "Sir Leonidas?" he blurted whatever felt right out, and turned to the old man."Just call me Leonidas, or Leon even," the elder shrugged his shoulders, "don't bother me with honorifics at this point, you can do that once we're in a royal court or in a public setting. Here, it doesn’t matter.""Okay, Leon it is then," Mon'Ter continued. "Is Aydian really the big bad in all of this?" he pushed his gaze down. "Honestly he didn’t look evil at all… Seeing that memory just now, while he was a pile of grumbling and annoyance, he seemed to be on good terms with everyone…"Leonidas sighed at that remark. "Aye... That he was..." he then continued with an upright attitude.
Not long after arriving back to the void of memories, Mon'Ter and Leonidas did another short walk till they entered the next memory. Really, it was rather close. Even closer than the ones that took place hours or even minutes after the previous ones. Perhaps, it was a memory that happened at the same time as Samuel's entrance to the academy.Perhaps, that idea wasn't too far off.The scenery manifested itself anew, though; it wasn't at the academy like the duo had expected it to be, no, they were back in the city of Banul. Far from Grevil city and its school of magics. Now, before them stood a very specific hallway within the royal castle of the capital, one that went along the farther reaches of the keep, and Leonidas instantly recognized it."Oh my, we're back at the capital this soon? But why are we at the royal blacksmithy's hallway..." he mumbled to himself, half musing half narrowing his eyes."Royal blacksmithy?" Mon'Ter quizzed, wondering what the
The two memory voyeurs watched as the dwarf went to some of his nearby chests, they were all filled to the brim with different bars of metal, each ranging in density, strength and magical properties. Certainly, he had it all from simple iron to legendary adamantium here."So, what is it that you'd like to have made?" Korgen said, his fingers running across a bar of mithril as he did. The voice which reached the princess’ ears sent shivers down her spine."You'll really make me a magical blade, right? Dwarven crafted techniques and all?" she grinned widely, nodding her head whilst tightening her cupped hands and their grip. She did it almost as if trying to affirm it by herself."Hahahaha! You're an excited lil buggah, ain'tcha?" Korgen laughed out loud, placing his hands on his hips as he shook up and down in laughter. "I'll have ya know, this next item I'll be making for ya ain't no slouched one like the previous toys you requested! No, no, princess, I'll
Mon'Ter and Leonidas roamed further amidst the memories, wondering what the next one might be."Maybe we'll see them working in the midst of it? Or how the sword was completed?" Mon'Ter mused whilst walking along the path of flickering lights. "Could be something else too, maybe the first time Ely got to use it?""Nah," Leonidas shook his head, "considering we skipped over Sammy, I'm willing to bet we'll go back to his point of view for the next memory," he spoke with certainty, though he didn't particularly care about these memories as much as he did of the ones which involved himself and those two. Those were the best to reminisce with."Hmmm, let's see then," Mon'Ter nodded and they reached the following memory, a not too hard endeavor considering they're barely moved since the previous one.Slowly, the scenery revealed itself anew. It was a grand hallway leading further into a glamourous building, the size of the hallway alone was huge, and at the end
“Director Gandar Livian is waiting for you inside, he’s also doing some paperwork but please don’t inquire about it,” Joline said as she pointed to the door.“I will be mindful of that,” Samuel smiled her way, then walked up the door, knocking thrice until he heard a voice from within.“Come in,” Gandar said, sounding busy just from the tone of voice he emitted. It sounded annoyed, tired.“Excuse me,” Samuel replied, opening the tall door and moving on inside. The person that greeted him from within was a rather old fellow, too old, honestly. He had a wrinkly face that practically hid his eyes, and a beard so long it was practically a wool woven sheath covering his frame. Almost like a mask, even.“Who’s that guy?” Mon’Ter thought he would ask Leonidas.“Ah… Right, that cranky old idiot,” Leonidas sighed. “Well, here he’s the director
"So, I guess I've seen one of our to be enemies?" Mon'Ter mused, tilting his head at Leonidas."More or less," the elderly knight nodded at him."But he seemed so nice though..." Mon'Ter argued. “I dunno, I feel conflicted seeing my friends being friendly with people they now consider as the enemy.”"In situations like this, character is often unimportant. What matters is the side you stand by," Leonidas shook his head.“But that’s just sad…” Mon’Ter felt his chin lower. “What I’m getting from this is that all that has been going on is friendships getting ruined…”"It's a sad truth, but we all fight for what we believe in, even if it is in complete opposition to another person's beliefs," Leonidas hoped to explain.“I don’t like that, I don’t like that at all,” Mon’Ter crossed his arms.“The world doesn’t care about your opini
"Well," Mon'Ter began. "The short man certainly gives good advice if anything, that's for sure.""Korgen is wise when he tries," Leonidas shrugged. "That daft idiot knows more than anyone about being arrogant and where that can get you, certainly, I mean the short ass is arrogant on his own. Remember the sign above his door? Can't say I know a more prideful guy than that one.""Yeah, definitely a tad arrogant I'd say," Mon'Ter nodded whilst he smiled slightly. "But, it did seem like Ely liked him.""Of course she likes em," Leonidas crossed his arms whilst speaking. "He's single handedly been responsible for spoiling both of Elduin's kids! Elyenora and Aydian both spent loads of time with the dwarf... I'm honestly jealous! He was with them on both of their first times of drinking alcohol! He bloody initiated it for them! I wanted to be there for that too damn it! Ugh!" he grumbled, almost seeming like he wanted to tear out his own hair at the thought. This was d
After no more than a few paces forth, Mon'Ter and Leonidas were dragged into the next memory, the day right after Elyenora had found out. By this point, the news was circulating across the entire capital city of Banul, and nearly everyone debated what would be happening now that king Elduin had passed away.This memory which followed was not any more pleasant than the former. Perhaps, it was even more gray than its predecessor. A sickly feeling wretched the guts of both the memory viewers, and they could feel pits getting emptied in their stomach from the sheer depression surrounding them. Whatever she was feeling, it was quite obvious that this moment in time was a memory which Elyenora hated with all her being.Mon’Ter and Leonidas found themselves in a room together with Elyenora, she wasn't standing, much less sitting. The princess had tucked herself deep in her covers, hiding from sight and hoping to be out of mind. Though she could never escape her own mind