'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 traveler's set, followed by a beautiful sword with a dark silver blade placed atop it.
'Now prepare yourselves for the language.'
Before Edvard could react, he fell unconscious by the barrage of words, sentences, grammar, spelling, writing, and more entering his mind.
...
Complaining as he woke up with a massive headache, Edvard felt like the world was spinning. It certainly felt how it should feel when an entire language was suddenly pushed into his head.
'Where am I now?' Edvard wondered as he looked around, finding that he was alone in a different part of the forest. "Where is the sword? Wait! Where are my clothes!?"
Feeling scammed, Edvard wished he could kill that prince right now. The only thing he had seemingly kept was his word of not killing Edvard. Having robbed him of even his underwear.
Before Edvard's mind could come to accept this new reality he heard the roar of a lion, sending shivers down his spine.
"The fuck? A lion in a forest, and on this planet?" He wondered as he stood up with difficulty. A sharp headache causing him to stumble
'Wait, why does it sound like it is getting closer?' Edvard asked as he heard its growls nearing him. To his utter shock and confusion he found a teenage lion right in front of him when he finally lifted his head.
He only managed to curse once more before the lion went for his neck.
...
Numb, from both the discharge and the emotional toll the scene had caused her, Ven lifted her hands and looked at the blood and dirt mixing together. Pain not having registered as she had pummeled the ground in frustration.
Her thin layer of makeup was ruined by the sweat and tears, her hair clinging to her and her general appearance just a mess. Naturally, she gave this not one thought, instead she stared at her hands hoping that this would not lead to an infection.
"That was dumb…" She mumbled as she started calming down. The pain from her hands helped keep her mind clear but also reaffirmed how dumb her actions had been.
Taking deep breaths she wondered just what she was supposed to do now. She did not wish to end up like those from the carriage, who even had had guards.
'I still need to get further away. Those bandits must have a camp nearby.' She thought, standing up and forcing herself to continue walking. This time away from where the moss indicated.
She believed that the bandits would have set up around a water source, and she most certainly did not want to encounter them. As time passed and night fell, she felt ready to just collapse.
Her feet were numb, her legs burned, her back ached. As she was ready to just fall and close her eyes, energy flooded her body as she heard the soft splashing of water.
'A river!' Without a second thought she started running towards the sound. The plants brushing and even cutting her exposed skin due to her haste.
Falling onto her knees at the small stream, she quickly washed her hands and then hastily drank to sate her thirst. Calming as the water entered her empty stomach, giving her a sense of fullness.
As she calmed she felt the burning stings on her cheeks, hands, and neck. "Ven, you need to get your emotions under control."
She sighed as she looked at her hands, still dirty and certain to get an infection. Painfully, and slowly, she did her best to clean the wounds. Using her nails to dig in and get all the dirt removed. Gritting her teeth to stop herself from screaming aloud.
Again it reaffirmed how dumb her actions had been, but it also made her realize that this was not a dream. That what she had witnessed was something that truly could happen, something she feared most of all.
The stream she was currently at was not large at all, thus she doubted that the bandits would have made their base here. It was also well hidden by all the plants, even as she was cleaning her hands, no one would be able to spot her if they were more than a couple of meters from her.
'There should be some edible plants here. Come on Ven, recall what you read.' She talked with herself, not quite willing to speak aloud for fear that there might be someone nearby.
As she finished her hands and started moving on to her arms and face, she recalled what she had read. Glad that she had always been fascinated by all types of plants and animals.
On Earth, most forests had been destroyed, and gardens were now technology mixed in with plants. She had always thought of visiting the old earth, and in fact, it was why when she was younger she had gone to Titan, the largest moon of Saturn.
However, compared to the forest she was in, those on Titan could not compare. Those had been humanly constructed, with a clear goal to terraform Titan.
After finally managing to clean all her wounds, she slowly started exploring the area. Finding that the source of the stream was a spring, water flowing from a nearby rockface.
'That is a relief,' She thought, looking at the small pond forming beneath the spring. 'Wait, is that?'
Rushing into the pond, the fish scattered upon her arrival. Ven lauged in joy as her last worry was sorted, at least for a while.
Wet and cold, night set. Again she became upset about her idiocy of wetting her clothes before nightfall. Grumbling, she took them off, a little apprehensive about the local bugs. However, she did not wish to get a cold.
She dared not start a fire, not that she had the skill set to do so in such damp conditions without a lighter. Instead, she used the larger ferns to make a mat to sleep on. Using a few others to at least somewhat cover her while her clothes hung in the branches of one of the trees.
Trying to fall asleep, her stomach grumbled in complaint. 'Be quiet, I will get you something tomorrow.' She scolded internally, and this somehow worked. After a few more minutes she managed to fall asleep.
However, her sleep was not peaceful. She was haunted by what she had witnessed happening to her colleagues and friends. When that was not enough, she then had a nightmare of her being found by the bandits.
If she had managed to get two hours of sleep, it would have been considered a good amount.
"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
This repeated a number of times. However, sometimes it was not sleep that got him. Rather it was food poisoning. Knowing that he would likely only survive a day or two, Edvard made sure to sample a different type of berry, fruit, nut, mushroom, anything edible each day.Slowly he learned what was poisonous, what was hallucinogenic, and what was just normal food.With time, the deaths became more often than not caused by the food. When Edvard died on the third day, having managed to wake to the slightest sound, he started feeling that he should only eat what he knew was safe.This single change allowed him to survive for an entire week. By which time he had died hundreds of times. His mind had changed, his perception of life becoming one of survival and constant fights. With his nights spent thinking of a life long passed.He would constantly talk with himself like a madman. How else was he to vent his anger?It was also at this time when the animal
Rushing to make some distance, Edvard picked up one of his other spears, having many placed in strategic locations around his sleeping area.The orc roared in anger as it saw Edvard continuing to dodge its attacks. An act of cowardice, one which could only be atoned for through death.With little care for being unarmed, the orc rushed towards Edvard. Throwing explosive punches in a truly magnificent show of speed and strength. Edvard only barely managed to keep sight of the flurry of fists, relying more on his body's instincts than his sights.Finally, after a great deal of dodging, Edvard managed to find an opening. Ducking to the side he slid under the attack and thrust with his spear. A good hit, the entire stone blade entering the orcs side.Yet, instead of crying in pain, the orc smiled. Sending another punch which Edvard only managed to dodge by abandoning his spear which had become stuck in the orc's side."Fucking hell. What is he made of?"
Instead, he started searching for a cave and slowly made new traps to secure the area. It took a few months, but he felt quite good about the new situation.The cave he had chosen was on the side of a mountain, not high up and easy to access. It was also close to a nearby spring and had plenty of obsidian nearby. The mountainous area Edvard felt confident few would come from, allowing him to place his focus on securing the cave and the area in front of it.He had realized the danger of the cave. It was not deep, just 10 or so meters (33ft). If he was to find himself trapped inside he realized he would have little chance of surviving the encounter.So, to counter this he started by making fences and later a garden to make life easier. His hope was to turn the fences into walls, though he failed to see how he was supposed to accomplish that alone.The fences however were not hard to make and Edvard felt they would do the job. They were not pretty, with spik
Looking at the bloodied area with the now mangled bodies of what he could only think of as children. Edvard felt terrible, he felt like a monster. Images of Roland and Tracy overlapped in his mind, causing him to fall to his knees in horror.He could not bear this and in anger and despair, he shouted to the heavens. "Why!? Why must you torture me! First physical torment! And now... Have you no soul!?"He had no thought that he would receive a reply, but venting helped him at least stabilize. Yet, he kept staring at what he had done and it kept eating at him.He wished he could take the time to bury the six childlike figures, but he knew it was useless. More would come and he couldn't spare the time. Yet, as he stood up and started moving away rationale and logic did not help him feel any better.No matter what he tried he could not block the images from his mind, tormenting him each step of the way.He tried his best to focus on work, to apply the