Gasping for air, Edvard struggled to get up. Much like Ven, he ate a few mouthfuls of dirt before managing to turn around. Also like Ven, he was in a forest and fatigued to the bone. This forest was less dense, with sparse undergrowth and no vines. Making visibility far clearer.
His first actions and thoughts were similar to Ven's, only his desire to go back was far stronger. He knew the first thing he needed was a source of water, yet he could not keep his thoughts focused on that.
Unlike Ven, his search was interrupted much sooner too. He saw a monster, an orc, come through the treelines in a panicked sprint. Edvard froze upon seeing the fantasy-like creature.
The orc looked exactly like the fantasy representation of orcs. Large bulging muscles, tusk-like teeth, and dark green mud-colored skin. It looked vicious and like it could kill him with ease.
Edvard did not freeze for long, realizing that the orc was running towards him, he looked for a place to hide. Hoping the orc had not spotted him yet. Diving into the nearest patch of vegetation Edvard carefully lifted his head to glance at the orc. Hoping it would ignore his existence.
As he glanced Edvard saw a massive feline creature dark as night coming after the orc. Quickly killing it in a swift strike followed by ripping its neck open.
Seeing this Edvard fell back into the plants and tried not to breathe. Hoping that the even more terrifying monster would not come for him. He listened uncomfortably to the crunch of bones as the beast enjoyed its feast.
He could not help but swallow in fear as he felt his chest constricting.
Not moving for a long time; the metallic smell of blood long since spread to him. No noise for over ten minutes, Edvard finally dared move.
Shocked by the mess he looked at the blood scattered where the beast had feasted. A-meter-wide circle of blood with parts of flesh and some bones scattered even further.
Seeing the sight Edvard could not keep himself steady, falling to his knees he vomited as he thought back to the stories he used to read as a kid.
Unlike those stories, he was not the hero. Not the destined one. He was one of those destined to die. No weapons, no gear, no knowledge, and inside a monster-infested forest.
After emptying his stomach, he started laughing softly…
Madly.
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Yawen, like the other two, struggled to lift herself from the ground. As she struggled, she felt four small supporting hands helping her up.
Gasping for breath she thanks the kids who had helped her. But this only caused them to look at her strangely.
"Where are you from, lady?" The kid asked in a language Yawen had never heard before.
'Shit, they don't speak a language I know. This isn't English, Chinese, Japanese, German, nor French.' Yawen thought, trying to compare the language to those she knew. In tone and sounds it was similar to Norsk, but not that language either.
'Sign language then.' She decided, pointing to herself and saying, "Yawen." Then at the boy and trying to indicate that she was asking. It took a few tries, but finally the boy said something she believed was a name.
"Xavier?" Yawen asked, pointing to the boy and trying to make her tone sound questioning. The boy nodded energetically when she said this, pointing to his friend.
"This is Gala." He said in the language Yawen did not understand.
"Gala." Yawen echoed, then she pointed to herself again saying her own name again. "Yawen. I am Yawen, nice to meet you two." Keeping her tone as friendly as she could, as if she were talking to a baby.
While they did not understand her words, they felt from her tone that she was happy. Or at least that she was kind. Excited, the girl came forward and offered Yawen a strange fruit.
Taking it, Yawen pointed to the fruit, then said, "Gala?"
This caused the two to laugh as they misunderstood her way of asking. But it came to the same result as they fixed her mistake by telling her the name of the fruit.
"Palikato. It'sss delicious. We often gather it to sell when the merchants come." Xavier said after a fit of laughing.
Yawen missed most of what the boy said, but she caught the name. "Palikato."
'I wonder how it tastes.' Not delaying, she bit into it, finding it to be sweet. Much like an apple, only its skin was much lighter and added a sweetness which she could taste by simply licking the fruit.
"Thank you," Yawen said after enjoying her first bite. She continued to eat the Palikato as the two led her around the field she had woken in.
Unlike Edvard and Ven, she was in a much better starting situation.
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After a great deal of struggling, Maxwell finally managed to flip himself over. His lacking an arm having made this far more difficult. Luckily the quick bandaging which Edvard had done seemed to hold and he was not bleeding out on the spot.
In fact, even his burns had mostly disappeared, and the arm didn't hurt. 'Small miracles…' Maxwell laughed as he thought of this, wondering if they were really miracles or ways to prolong his suffering.
Looking around he could not help but swear. Struggling to stand up on the sandy dunes he was glad the sun was low, however, he was unsure if it was rising or setting.
He hoped it was becoming day since if it was becoming night then his first day here was going to be really bad.
"So that is A direction." He thought, looking at the sunrise or sunset. He did not know which yet, but it was a fixed direction he could follow. And he did.
Knowing that standing still in the desert would only cause him to die. He needed to find a water source asap, civilization too.
He knew how unkind a desert was to those traveling unprepared. His mind was in such a mess from his past experiences it took him a few hours to realize that the sun was not Sol.
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"What do we have here?" A mage in dark purple robes asked as he found the source of the dimensional disturbance. The answer to his question was a man of dark skin who was currently struggling to stand up, his skin bleeding and cracking as he did.
"You seem interesting. I have never seen a human without white skin. Are you from a different continent?" The wizard asked as he picked Ghakarhi up via a wind spell. Taking him to his lab to experiment.
"Do be cooperative will you, I'll make sure to treat your wounds." The mage said, laughing as he felt the confusion from the man he had just picked up.
'What vitality, I wonder what his secrets are.' The mage mumbled as he felt that this man was far stronger than even he himself knew.
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"What. Where am I? Can anyone hear me!" Shouting Aneko pushed her hands out to the front, unable to see anything in the pitch darkness. A cold rough surface greeting her after a few steps.
"Is this a cave?" Aneko wondered as she kept her one hand on the wall and started walking in a direction. She knew staying still would do her no good, she had to find a light source or a draft of wind.
She also had to find water as soon as she could, so she kept her ears open to any sounds other than the shuffling of her feet. Hoping to hear a drip of water.
"What the fuck? Where the hell am I?" Edvard asked as he finished emptying his stomach. No longer caring for being silent after the horror he just witnessed.Looking up he couldn't help but feel like some divine being was torturing him. First the endless timelessness and now a monster-invested forest.'Is this some kind of sick joke? Was atomizing the mercy?' He wondered, certain that he would soon end up like the orc. It certainly had a much better chance than him at putting up a fight yet, it had died so easily.While the orc had not had any weapons, it was well over 2 meters with muscles that would send most athletes crying about the unfairness of life.Adding onto that, the orc was a native of this world. Of this forest. Edvard had no idea where to even find food or water, and he dared not try and find them.Moving back to his hiding spot, Edvard took out all the items he had on him. His last bit of hope vanishing as he found everything no long
'It is the world we live on. Let me clarify. We are not communicating through a language, nor through words. We are talking through concepts, as such, I can understand you and you me. You do not have to worry about how you say things, I will understand.''Wha-… How is that even possible?' Edvard asked in exasperation, this contradicted all he knew of telepathy.'It is a skill some of our kind may gain through the test of time. Not many, and only I in this group.' As he said this the elf, or Vespes, pointed to those around him.Having calmed down greatly, Edvard's mind could actually take in the details his eyes presented him. All of the elves looked handsome like they had carefully picked genes. Edvard also noticed that there were no females in this group.They were all dressed similarly; beautiful silk with strange patterns hidden behind their unique leather armor. No stitches nor anything showing that it was crafted visible, almost like the cloth
'What will you use my knowledge for?' Edvard asked, wondering how many of his thoughts had already been read. It was impossible for him to know when his thoughts were private and when they were open to Ilvisar, unless the vespes commented on them.'I will try to understand them… While I will be getting your memories, I will only be able to get those you yourself remember. The most recent will be the strongest and easiest to read. The most precious, second easiest. Third, the abstract and conscious knowledge which you know of, but do not focus on.''I will try and find a way to use your knowledge for the greater good of the Vespes. I'll be honest, I will not do anything for the humans of Ethos. Only for my empire and citizens.''Does that mean I will be a traitor?' Edvard wondered, having no clue about the social structure of this world. He did not know how bad this rivalry was, if sharing his knowledge would get him killed soon after.'How can I be
'I simply wish to heal your wound, our blades are special and a cut made by them will not heal for hours or days.' Ilvisar said before trying to touch Edvard's neck again. 'I am truly sorry about the confusion.'Upon Ilvisar's touch, Edvard felt the stinging pain disappear. In disbelief, he felt his neck up and down, the cut gone and all that remained blood staining his neck and lab coat. Somehow his body now also contained much more energy than before.This act confirmed to him that at the very least Ilvisar was not done with him yet.'I will not try to get all your memories; they are far too… Complex and controversial for me. I feel I already got far more than I had thought possible.' Ilvisar said after giving Edvard some time to recover, his words causing the latter to be confounded.'Here, these are the first promised rewards.' Ilvisar said as he took a pair of clothes out of nowhere, placing them on the table. The clothes were a dark brown tra
"Yawen!" A young boy shouted from a distance, busy picking a flower from a dark nook of a tree."Yes, Xavier?" Yawen shouted back as she started heading in his direction. She had picked up a few words already, mostly basic ones like yes, no, more, thank you, I am, you are. It allowed her to talk very brokenly, but she was not worried.She loved languages and always learned them quickly. Hence why she already knew over six before her forties, while also having worked and gained her Phd.This might sound insane, but most of the people she worked with had similar talents. All of them being the top in at least one area."Look what I found," Xavier said excitedly as he showed Yawen the flower he had picked. Taking it from Xavier, Yawen looked at it in curiosity.The flower looked like a rose, petals tightly packed. Yet the color was strange, it was slightly glowing blue while having purple petals. Taking it to the shade of one of the trees she could see
Time passed and the diversity of the animals coming to kill him kept increasing. Soon Edvard lost count of not just what animals might appear, but even of how many times he had died.Each time he would be frozen by the pain of his last death and a splitting headache. Until finally he managed to move despite the pain. It was still there, just as bad as always, but knowing that he would be ripped to shreds again got him to move through it.Hearing the howl, Edvard was half glad that it was a wolf. Efficient in killing and not one to play with their food. They made death far less painful than some others, specifically the big cats. Yet even they paled in comparison compared to hyenas.It had only happened once, yet it remained firmly in Edvard's thoughts. The bastard had torn at him without bothering to kill him. Enjoying its meal without doing him the basic courtesy of killing him.Stumbling to his feet, Edvard moved with unsteady steps to a nearby tree. Do
Wiping his head side to side, Edvard searched desperately for something he could use. Ignoring the pain that each breath brought him and the loss of feeling in his legs. He searched like he had never searched before.When he saw a stone nearby he desperately pulled himself towards it. Stretching his arm, his fingers, his hips. A searing pain flowing through him as his broken ribs pierced into his body. As he forced his body into a position it had never gone into before.'Got you now.' Edvard thought as his fingers just barely touched the stone. Wiggling it closer he managed to take it in his hand. Without delay, he swung. He swung so hard that his arm, his hand, his shoulder, they all cried out in pain. Yet he did not stop.With each swing he could hear the crack of the tiger's skull. Yet he did not stop, not even after it died. He kept swinging until his arm would no longer move.'Thank goodness…' Edvard thought as he finally relaxed. Still being
Edvard cursed as a piercing pain shot through him from his left shoulder. Luckily the momentum from the ape brought him to the ground, Edvard using it to fall onto the ape. Causing it to shriek out in pain and let go of his shoulder.Rolling to the side, Edvard swung madly with the club in his left hand. The ape shrieking in pain as the hit landed. Not wasting any time Edvard focused on getting up and only then turning around.Finding the ape also on its feet and baring its fangs at him."Come on!" Edvard shouted, feinting with the short spear in his right. The ape jumping back to avoid the strike. "Come on!" He shouted again.Roaring, the ape suddenly charged. Edvard only barely managing to bring the spear in its path. It stopped just short of it, not seeing the coming club. With a crack, the ape flew to the side as the club fell from Edvard's arm."Fuck!" He shouted in pain, his entire left arm numb after that hit. His back and chest warmed by th
It was like this energy was a part of him, yet it was clearly a foreign substance. Apparently, the first step to learning how to become a knight was channeling it into a blade. Most swords made for knights were made of special magical metals and enchanted. The glow that Edvard had seen so often was the process of the metal being filled with ether. Activating its magical properties, and naturally, the effects of the enchantments. Edvard’s blade was apparently different from the norm. It did not glow when he pushed the strange energy into it. Though, Edvard suspected that was because the amount he could gather and focus was too little to affect the magnificent blade. While Edvard still had a thing or two to nit-pick about regarding the Vespes prince, he had to accept that he was only alive thanks to the prince’s ‘gifts’. While hell, the illusion had truly prepared him for the harshness that this world was filled with. “Can you teach me how you form spells?” Edvard asked. “I can’t be
Edvard stirred, his entire body afire. Grimacing, the previous events slowly came back to him. ‘So, I survived…’“Careful now.” Abigail instructed, bringing a cup to his mouth and having him take a few small sips.The herbal tea helped soothe the blazing fire in his throat, sadly it did little for the rest of the flames. Trying to force out any words caused his chest to explode in pain, so he remained quiet. Taking sips as Abigail offered them.“I can’t believe how reckless you were.” Abigail said, Edvard noticing that they were in the shade of some tree. The gentle sound of a stream was barely audible. “I really thought you were going to die on me when you didn’t stir for two days.”Unable to form any words, Edvard simply held his peace. Listening as Abigail detailed what had happened after he had lost consciousness. Atop the horse, she had rushed with him along the main road, heading deeper into the kingdom. Stopping long after night had arrived.That night, she had cleaned most of
“He made it…” Edvard forced out these words as he continued to shoot arrow after arrow. No longer was it possible to keep the rooftop clear of orcs. The best he could do was kill them as they gathered their footing.The continuous pulling of his bow was showing its strain on his untrained body. His shoulder acts, his fingers burned, and his arm trembled. Yet, he pushed on. He had to. He couldn’t die here.He still needed to find Yawen. He still needed to find a way home.The screams from below had long since died. The knights had fought valiantly. But valiance was not enough to turn the tide of a battle.“Are we going to die like this?” Abigail asked, forcing herself to stay calm and take deep, steady breaths. Collecting her focus and doing her best to gather the ether in the surrounding. Thanks to overusing magic and a lack of sleep, her mind was already foggy. Yet, she pushed on.“That… isn’t… part… of… the plan.” Edvard replied between the twang of his bow. Luckily, he had more tha
Edvard took a deep breath and calmed his heart. Abigail was next to him, responsible for blasting any orcs who made it to the roof, back to the ground. She was still tired. Unlike Edvard, she had no sudden recovery thanks to a strange magical sword.Yet, she was determined. She took deep, steady breaths, focusing on the surrounding and doing her best to remain calm. The destruction of her hometown had certainly sent her heart into shock. She was ready to accept that none of her family had made it out.Even so, she had many friends in the town. She hoped and prayed that some of them might still be alive.“You ready?” Edvard asked, his targets in his sights.“Yes, let’s do this!” Abigail replied, determined to fight to the last. Even if their mission ended up unsuccessful, she wanted to kill as many of these damned orcs as possible before her dying breath.“Right.” Taking another deep breath, Edvard could feel a strange energy filling his lungs. Distributing itself to the rose patterns
The roses imprinting themselves into Edvard caused him to glow. Abigail gasped in awe at the sight, his entire body lighting up like he was some sort of angel. Until it all vanished, leaving only faint outlines of the roses. Like fading tattoos.“A-are you alright?” Abigail asked.“I feel great!” Edvard replied with a warm smile. Filled to the brim with energy and more confident than ever. “Let’s go see if the town is still holding out.”Edvard took the lead. The two followed the path created by the orcs when they had chased Edvard, having cut down all plants in their way, allowed the two to move swiftly and in an almost straight line. Their return taking them no time at all.Smoke was the first thing they noticed upon exiting the forest.“Ahhh—” Edvard moved quickly, stopping Abigail from making any further sounds.“Look carefully, the smoke isn’t acting normal. I think someone is controlling it to give cover to survivors.” Once he was sure she wasn’t about to shout in concern, Eldri
Edvard slowly stirred, fighting the sleepiness that filled his entire body. He fought to simply stay conscious. Sleep was a tempting mistress, but his years in the illusion taught him never to let sleep dull his sense. He needed to confirm the situation. The last thing he recalled was seeing Abigail among the carnage.Abigail was sitting near a fire, her clothes a mess of blood and tears, having used her clothes as bandages for Edvard's wounds. Forcing himself upright, Edvard smiled. She was a beautiful girl, far too young for him, but he could at least enjoy the sight as the fire illuminated her hair. Her hair was no longer a shiny bright green but rather a deep dark green. Yet it was still enchanting as a shine would come through as the flames of the fire played in the wind. Edvard was lying atop some large leaves, close enough for the fire’s heat to reach him. His own clothes were tattered, his toning muscles reflecting the light of the fire. A few more months, and he would be at
As the despair grew and the atmosphere became heavier, it was all too clear that no one thought victory was possible. They had sacrificed so much just to stall the orcs on the walls yet here they were. Some had been optimistic, believing they could stop the orcs in their tracks. Sadly, even the wilds gate where the orcs had attacked in rage had managed little against the far lesser number of orcs. The other gates had lost far more and killed far less, this fact added to the heavy air of despair that filled the air. None were still optimistic. Everyone understood just how terrifying their enemy was. In their retreat they had not given up. A number had taken shelter in the abandoned homes. While some of those were praying not to be found like cowards, most were waiting. Waiting for the movement to strike. When they could make the largest difference while sacrificing themselves. For if they were to die, they would have it be in an effort to save their families. Sadly, even this was
The rivers going through Erendale had done nothing to slow the orcs. They had not even needed to deviate to the bridges to cross them. The rivers were after all not that deep nor that strong.As a result, all three gates had been assaulted with little difference in timing. Locking everyone inside the town with no way to escape. The orcs ramming the gates protected underneath their shield of fireproof logs.Jaune looked at the charging orcs with a slight smile, they had been truly bothered by the orcs’ patience thus far. The gates would not last long, they needed to thin the orcs on the walls before falling back to the keep. Sadly, the keep could not hold everyone. Some had to die here first, they could only retreat once it was clear that the walls were lost and after enough had died. It was terrible but it was their best bet. The attack had simply come too fast.Luckily, now it appeared that the orcs would indeed scale the walls, all thanks to Edvard. And to top it off he had taken ha
Edvard could feel that his body lacked the strength to fight on. Lacked the basic energy required for him to move. He had long since started running on fumes fuelled by his will, and even his mind was becoming foggy. As he was slipping on towards sleep, a welcomed sleep. The eternal sleep, Edvard’s mind flashed with his Yawen’s gentle smile. His body recalled her warm embrace. Her tender love. This flash of memories long past filled him with endless warmth and strength. It soared through him as he realized that she could very well be somewhere on this planet. He prayed that her situation was better, but if it was not. ‘I cannot allow that to happen!’ Edvard looked at the charging orc, his determination like fire. His will and bloodlust so strong that the orc paused for just a second, a second was enough. Edvard stood next to the orc, his sword dripping with blood. Taking a deep breath, he recalled this smell, he relished it. He suddenly recalled his last moments in that hell. ‘I s