Three weeks later…" Dad! Mum! Get over here!" Tom's voice echoed from down the beach. Beside him was a little house made from the sand on the sea shore.Rowan looked at Angela who was currently in his arms. " Sorry, duty calls." He said trying to stand up. However, Angela held him back. " Please stay a little longer." She held Rowan tighter.Tom who was expecting his parents to already be on the move by now shouted again, feeling impatient. " Mom?! Dad?!"Angela took a disappointed sigh, " alright, let's go." They stood up and headed down the sea shore. However, when they got closer, they noticed that Tom had a sad look on his face. They both looked down and noticed that the sea had came too close to the shore and destroyed Tom's little house." Oh.. I.. I am sorry Tom." Angela said, placing her hand on his shoulder.Tom shedded a tear. " I have been calling for you ever since to come see my house, but you all never responded, now it is destroyed." He sadly said.Rowan bent over, "
Rowan had searched for Ajatar for days and finally, he found her. However, she was in another trouble.Rowan quickly summoned his shadow and headed to Ajatar's aid. He saw three strong looking men slowly approaching them, their intentions clear."Looks like we have some unwanted guests," Rowan said to Ajatar.Ajatar turned around and saw Rowan standing. She smiled with a confused look on her face. " How do you always show up at the right time?" She asked. Rowan raised his chest. " It's all part of my abilities, I am a.. uh.. danger senser." Rowan blurted out. ' What does that mean? Is that English?' Invidiak asked.' Shhhh… you are ruining my danger sensing moment…' Rowan whispered.Rowan and Ajatar stood calmly, her hands at her sides as the men closed in around them."Hand over your valuables and leave, or else," one of the men said, brandishing a weapon.Rowan's eyes narrowed. " The world Is not even at its worst point and scavengers are already looking to take advantage of the
Rowan, Josh, and Ajatar were standing in an ancient clothes store, surrounded by racks and racks of tunics, robes, and togas. The air was filled with the musty smell of old fabrics, and the lighting was dim, adding to the ambiance of the store. Rowan was scanning the racks, while Josh was picking up a variety of clothes and trying them on.Josh looked at himself in the mirror wearing a ridiculously oversized robe. "This is perfect!" he exclaimed, doing his best to mimic the ancient Chinese emperor with a deep voice. "I look like I’m going to take over the world!”“Yeah, great, just what we need on our time-traveling mission – a teenage emperor,” Rowan chuckled.Meanwhile, Ajatar was looking for clothes that would make her look like a queen. She picked up a beautiful, flowing white dress and admired herself in the mirror. Josh, who still hadn't found the perfect outfit, was struck speechless. He stared at Ajatar, his mouth gaping.“Wow, you look beautiful!” he finally managed to say, b
Rowan, Josh, and Ajatar trudged through the dark forest, their feet heavy with exhaustion. Josh, who had been reading the map, let out a loud yawn, "I'm tired. When are we going to get there?""I am sure it's not too far now," Rowan replied, "We just need to keep moving." Rowan motivated them as a leader would.Ajatar didn't say anything, as usual. Her face was blank, but Rowan knew that she was feeling the effects of the long journey just as much as the rest of them.As they walked, Josh kept glancing at the map, muttering to himself, "I think we took a wrong turn back there.""What do you mean, 'back there'?" Rowan asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice, "You're the map reader! How did we end up here if you couldn't even read a map properly?"Josh's face fell, "I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful from now on."Rowan shook his head, "It's too late for apologies. We're out of supplies thanks to your lunch breaks every five minutes. We need to find food and water soon or
Rowan, Josh, and Ajatar trudged through the dense forest, their steps heavy with exhaustion. Rowan hacked away at the overgrown bushes with his sword while Josh, the designated map reader, shouted out directions."Left, left! No, not that left, the other left!" Josh hollered, waving the map around frantically.Ajatar rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath. She didn't have time for Josh's antics.After what felt like hours of stumbling through the woods, they finally stumbled upon the ancient temple they had been searching for. A feeling of joy washed over them as they approached the entrance.Rowan warned them of potential booby traps, and as they moved deeper into the temple, his caution proved to be well-founded. They encountered all manner of traps - tripwires, hidden pitfalls, and even a rolling boulder (which thankfully they managed to avoid).As they navigated the treacherous path, Josh continued to make a nuisance of himself with his incessant chatter."It's li
As they exited the weapon shop, Rowan glanced over at Josh and saw that he had been distracted by a street performer juggling flaming swords. "Josh, come on," Rowan called out, beckoning him over."What's going on?" Josh asked as he caught up to Rowan."We need to find out more about this contest for the hand of the king," Rowan explained.Ajatar nodded in agreement, her expression as cold as ever."But first," Rowan continued, "we need to blend in a bit better. Let's find some new clothes."As they walked through the marketplace, they passed merchants selling exotic foods, mysterious potions, and even small creatures in cages. Josh couldn't help but gawk at everything around him."I feel like we're in another dimension or something," he said in awe.Ajatar rolled her eyes, unimpressed as always.As they approached a clothing stall, Rowan began to browse the racks of shirts and tunics. Josh, on the other hand, was more interested in a stall selling potions and was sniffing the bottles
Rowan, Josh, and Ajatar followed Jordan through a densely wooded path until they finally reached his house. The house was a quaint little place that oozed charm and character. The front porch was painted a vibrant blue, with flower pots filled with colorful blooms placed haphazardly around the porch. Jordan walked to the front door and pushed it open."Come on in, guys! Dinner's almost ready." Jordan said with a broad grin on his face.As they entered the house, they were met by the smell of delicious food and the sound of children chattering away. Jordan's twins, Edmund and Lisa, were running around the living room, playing a game of tag, while his youngest, Amanda was playing with a doll in the corner. Adora was busy bustling around the kitchen, and the aroma of roast pork filled the air."Take a seat, guys. Make yourselves at home. Dinner should be ready any minute now," Jordan said.They sat down at the large wooden table in the center of the room, and Adora soon brought out a mas
It was a cool, crisp evening in the kingdom of Laramore. Jordan was sweating profusely as he swung his sword with practiced precision in the dim lights of the courtyard. He was all alone, or so he thought.Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around, his sword raised, ready to fight. To his surprise, he saw Rowan, standing there with a sly grin on his face. Rowan had been observing Jordan's nightly training sessions for the past few days and had been intrigued by his unbridled passion and dedication towards mastering the sword. Jordan had immediately accepted Rowan's request for a friendly sword fight and the two friends clashed swords in a dueling dance.Despite Rowan's valiant efforts, Jordan was the better swordsman, and soon enough, Rowan lay defeated on the ground, panting heavily.Gasping for breath, Rowan asked, "Why do you train so hard every night? What are you fighting for?"Jordan replied, "I aim to win the royal contest to become hand of the king."His ans