“This place… it felt more like a village than a tunnel.” As the guide and the party went through, their way was bright with purple light. Although it was not magic or road light, they came from all the houses built as the tunnel’s wall. Lines and lines of windows could be seen enlightened and sometimes opened, with demons living their life inside. Chatting, laughing, playing with their children, all the normal stuff you would see and hear from a lively village. “There’s not a lot of moaning, huh?” Adra wondered from his driver’s seat as Chesy pulled their [House Cart]. “Of course not, residents of Lustmist are quite civilized when having intercourse.” A petite dark elf girl with tomboyish short hair popped her head out of their wagon, as her bunch guided the party. “Screams and moans are human’s things, we only get loud when servicing your kind.” She said to the half-mer. “I- I see… though I’m not fully human, miss.” Adra’s left eye began to change shade into a deep blue. The gir
Far deep in the forest, in the year 1612, there was a tiny cozy house, in which a boy sleep inside its only room, above a single bed, covered by the moonlight coming from the bedside window. *Slam!* Yet silence suddenly broke away. The door was violently opened by a girl in a white dress, using nothing but her foot. “Hey, Staas! Wake up! You promised to accompany me.” The sweet sound of her grumpy voice loudly called and took the boy away from his dreamland. “Eh…? Promised?” He raised his body from under his blanket, glaring at her with his sleepy eyes, after rubbing it clean with his index fingers. “To gather the dawn herbs, remember?” The girl walked closer and with a change of a warm smile, she answered. Her twilight green eyes gazed at him brightly, while her long brown hair with the color of tree bark was blown away by the passing wind, which came uninvited from the wide-opened door of this room. Hearing her words Staas tu
As the dawn came, Staas and Gytha began collecting the herbs according to the list written on her note. They're supposed to be on a race against the hungry rabbits, but somehow those creatures went missing after just a couple of minutes. "Hmm… do rabbits have a low appetite? Or their lungs are just… tiny?" Even for Gytha who've been on the hunt for herbs for years, this occurrence is somewhat bizarre. "By the way Gytha, you never told me the use of the ones we're collecting…" Now that there's no rush in their endeavor, Staas can calmly initiate a chatter with the girl. "Oh, is that so? Hehe, my deepest apology, Staas." She answered in a mocking sarcastic manner. Although the boy didn't seem to be bothered by it. "Last night, before I came to you with this request, a stag was found wounded near the village trees (wall) by the dryads." She began dictating the answer he sought. "An infection occurs in one of his limbs, that's why we need
A scream broke, piercing the air with its screech and pressure. It was a desperate warcry. The knight came running towards Staas, but with all the loud noises and burdens in his mind, the boy was still stricken in shock, unmoved while his whole body trembled in disbelief. Yet all of the sudden, the number of footsteps grows. There's another one that came rushing towards him. It was Gytha, and hastily she grabbed the absently Staas, pulling him away from the knight as fast as she capably could. But it's all too late, she must use a desperate means to protect the boy from that icy blade. In such critical moment, she turned Staas’ body, putting herself between him and the knight, covering him as a meat shield from the incoming attack. *Slash!* And the knight struck his sword, cutting deeply into Gytha's back, immediately taking away her consciousness from the tremendous pain he caused her. The wounded girl brought Staas back to reality. A
Even though his eyes profusely glowed, Staas didn't use any of his newfound power to help him with this one strike. All the sheer force accumulated on his foot was from his strength alone. *Smack!* Full-on rage, he kicked the knight right on his chest. The sound it made was so loud, it could be heard through the entirety of the Fatherwood Forest. Even animals started running away, fearing they might get caught in his wrath. "Ack—" The impact was beyond powerful, blood puked out of the knight's mouth. It was enough to fill his helmet till no air was able to reside. His body was thrown far away at a speed faster than the wind itself. All the trees on his trajectory bend their trunk to let the knight fly through beyond them, and they moved as elastic as a wiggling rubber. His body was lost from sight, no one knows how far he went from just a single kick. At the same time, his horse was still standing straight beside Staas, although it was
After a long walk through the forest, the boy finally arrived at his destination. He carried Gytha right below his chest while strapping a vine of a plant he grew with his newfound power to his back, and a spear he stole from the knights was attached to it. In front of him stood tall a lone gate, covered in plants, shrooms, and mosses. From a naked eye, the gate leads to nothing. It just remained there in the middle of the forest resembling some abandoned stuff that humans left. But for the nymphs and Staas, that gate will guide them to the keepers of this forest, entities that have outlived many lives for hundreds of years, some even more than a thousand. “I stand before the greatest judge! The law of existence itself!” As he shouted the spell, the gate began to tremble. Then clack! The sound of a lock being unlocked. The gate opened its door, and from it crawl out bright light, along with white mist which slowly creeping through the air. What can be
Long long ago, when this planet was nothing but a giant empty sphere, the Goddess came step foot and created nine elements as the fundamentals of magic and energy. It was honestly a good start for the Earth, sadly that was everything the Goddess ever gave to her. As silent and lonely as it was, the Goddess decided to humor Herself with a presence of a man and created an entity based on Herself as a reference. Like how he was intended to be, the man fulfilled his duty to accompany her here on the giant empty planet. But, with how handsome She made him, even She grow distracted and forgot about the sole reason why She’s here in the first place. As time went on, the Goddess become too lazy to do anything and just let the man spoil Her every single day. Therefore to help him serve her better, She blessed gave the power of creation and creativity. With this blessing, he painted all kinds of stuff on this blank earth in order to satisfy the needs of his God
". . ." Gytha found herself awake with her head lying to a solid bed at the center tree of the Spirit Grove. Before her, he saw Nymfrik's body lying down motionless above it, falling in his deep slumber. "Ah... of course." The girl let out a weak smile filled with sadness. "Oh All-father, I just had the sweetest dream a girl could ask." She stood with her arms raised high, going all excited. "It felt so real! you were awake and we spend so much time together! learning... playing..." "I should've known better..." She sat next to him on his bed, glumly looking at his face. "I wish... we could meet soon..." Tears started dripping down. "I miss you... I wanna play with you just like how we did in my dream!" She can contain herself no longer, her face was wetter than rainy days. Then in her sobs, a warm hand suddenly wiped the tear away from her eyes. "Huh...!?" He saw Nymfrik warmly smile at her while gently caressing her red cheek. <