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"This place, Aramora, what is it?" Naomi paces back and forth, taking in the sight of the forest, and peering through the trees to see a coastline not far from here, not a bad sight either. "Will we see more dragons? How many are here? Is that a common thing?" she proceeds with her questions.
"Drynthar. There's only one."
Mr. Wood is sitting on a fallen log, his face in an old leather notebook and a black pen dancing across the pages, not paying the girl any mind aside from occasionally pitching in to correct her.
"Oh yeah! Drynthar! That sounds a shit ton cooler! I've never heard that word before. What language is that? And is it one I can use a translate app for?"
Mr. Wood sighs and glares at her from over the top of the book. "It's Amorial. Now, are you done?" He frowns with disdain.
Naomi turns and faces him. "Not yet, I still have so many questions! Like, what the hell was that orb thingy? Did we die? Are you a wizard? What's your wizard name?"
He grumbles and returns his attention to the notebook. Now, he's just staring at an earlier page with a far-off gaze. "That 'orb' was an ancient rift. Dev'al Ordon technology. A gateway across lands. No, we didn't die. No, I'm not a wizard. And my name is Malachi Wood."
Naomi watches him curiously and rushes over, peeking at the notebook. "Whatcha lookin' at? Is that some kind of spellbook?"
Malachi instantly shuts the notebook and stuffs it in his coat pocket with the pen. "It's not a spell tome and it's none of your business," he snaps and gets up from the log.
Naomi scoffs. "So that's the one question you won't answer? What is it your personal diary or somethin'? Got gossip about your latest crush in there?" she teases and laughs.
Malachi turns and walks away, putting as much distance between them as possible. "Are you done? You're wasting time on pointless questions that we could be spending on covering ground," he crosses his hands in front of him.
Naomi rolls her eyes. "Ugh... fine. But only if I can ask more questions along the way. Speaking of, where are we going? On an adventure? That'd be fuckin' dope!"
He looks at her sideways. "It would be... what?" he asks.
Naomi chuckles. "You know, dope. It means, like, awesome."
Malachi groans and turns away again. "I'm going to need a translator..." he sighs. "We're heading to New Cresthill, it's the closest standing village from here. That would be a good place to stop for the night, then in the morning we can head for Ecrin, the capital city."
They start walking, but don't make it very far before cackling and footsteps crunching leaves and twigs catches their attention. From the surrounding forest, men and women wearing leather hides and steel plating come sauntering out. Their skins are covered with dirt and their hair is all messy.
One woman wearing mostly steel-plated armor and carrying an iron broadsword walks up to Naomi and Malachi with a smirk and her arms crossed.
"Am'ralan... Look what we have 'ere, two 'clean' folk tryina rough it out in de wild? Stray a bit far from Ecrin, did ya? Well, dat was yer mistake, asinals," she snides and eyes the two.
Naomi scoffs. "I don't know half the shit you just said, but I didn't like it. Do you mind kindly fucking off? We're on a quest!" she exclaims, then stops herself with a gasp. "Or are you a side quest? Oh, that would be great!"
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Aramora
Fantasy(Imperium Saga, Book 2) Naomi Morris lives an average, boring teenage life. That is up until a strange old man moves into the house next door with only a single box. One day, she sneaks into his house and inside she finds something she never would h...
