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Kapitel 32: Special (2)

Somewhere in a blank gray space, a young man lifted his hands from a wooden desk to massage his brow.

"Oi, Danu, can you not?"

Atop the desk was a laptop open to a document covered in text. Countless words were underlined in red, and a red circle with "41" in bold emblazoned on it sat near the bottom right of the screen. The red circle seemed to vibrate a bit, and words spilled out into the gray space.

Danu: Never! If there's one thing I will never give up on, it is this!

A dark chortling laugh rang out from from one of the underlines in the above text, then the new voice spoke in a mocking tone.

???: Bahaha! This is fun, dead girl. Let's see how you counter this!

More red lines appeared under the line of text that the man had just written, and the error count within the circle jumped to "43".

Oak: Can y'all just stop? I really only need one editor. You two are just making writing harder!

Receiving two resounding "Never!" cries from the editors, Oak began doubting his past decisions.

Living in the states, he'd grown used to many of the American English spellings of words. Seeing as how Edol hailed from Bristol, the writer had a brilliant idea.

'I'll have Danu edit using British English, since I need to approve the changes for her to change anything, I can just approve the ones inside of quotations!'

Unfortunately, this is where the second editor decided to join the party.

System Message: Autocorrect has joined the chat.

???: Yo Oak, are you writing yourself in third person right now? That's pretty cringe, ngl.

One editor in American English, and one in British English. What had seemed like a good idea had become a nightmare filled with red underlines and differing spelling suggestions.

It got even worse after considering the personalities of the two editors.

???, whom Oak still failed to recognize within his book, somehow managed to be even more of an egoist than Ghost. The annoying twerp also loved antagonizing Danu, whom had initially been assumed to be a pretty chill character.

Now, though, almost as if in revenge for having lower editing privileges than the stranger who'd shown up unnamed, she had set out on a warpath. Is there a perfectly fine sentence? How can we break it? An error? Looks fine to me.

Dealing with the faulty editors was too much of a hassle, so Oak turned away from his desk. It had been a while since he'd seen any of his characters in person, and now seemed like a fine time to do so.

Oak: Summon Edol, Ghost, Willow.

Three prone figures appeared in front of the writer, rubbing their eyes drowsily as they looked around in confusion.

Oak: Ghost, Edol, welcome back! Willow, it's your first time here, say hi to everyone!

Danu finally finished bickering with the mystery egoist and decided to join the group meeting.

Willow: W- where am I? Wait! This must be from sleeping on the ground! I knew it, good things really do come to those who sleep in the open!

Still rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Ghost and Edol looked over at the girl, confused. During their walk back to the destroyed village, Willow had mentioned that she had camping gear with for the trip, but only enough for one person to rest in. What could have compelled her to sleep on the dirt instead of in comfort?

Willow: Oak! My dad is over in Miaan, right? Please tell him I'm coming to find him!

Oak coughed, accepting the girl's request before quickly changing the subject.

Oak: Edol, I'm actually pretty impressed. Your terrible bird call somehow managed to attract a turkey in the tomb!

Danu, already near the edge of the group, shrank imperceptibly.

Edol: Eh, why are you impressed? I thought that was just a one-off gag jok-

Ghost: Yes!!! My armor!!

The no-longer bird Ghost was jumping up and down, celebrating the return of more than just his opposable thumbs. He was once again kitted out in the demonic armor, flailing around his sword with a grin plastered on his face. The outline of a maple leaf could be seen inscribed on the side of the sword, an image uncharacteristic of the demonic getup.

Willow: Ahh! There's a monster, run!

Startled by Ghost's unfamiliar appearance, Willow took off, sprinting away a few meters before pausing.

Maybe it would be fun to fight that scary-looking figure?

Unfortunately for Willow, Ghost was going to be too busy chatting for the next few minutes to fight her.

Oak: Summon Hell Crawler. Alright little spidey, go play with Willow for a bit! Don't terrorize her too much.

The massive cow-sized spider skittered off with all the speed of an out-of-control vehicle, and the scene of it colliding with the girl left behind remains that looked like said vehicle had met a pedestrian.

Oak: Now that that's taken care of, congrats on your first tomb run! You didn't get much out of it this time, but how did y'all think it went? Was it fun?

Edol: You could've at least given us something of value. I've got nothing but the clothes on my back right now!

Oak rubbed his chin, surveying the brit.

Oak: That reminds me, I don't think I ever described what you are wearing. Here I thought I was getting better at character descriptions, but I left out such an important detail!

Ghost: Getting better at that? Didn't you just describe his face as "punchable"? I don't disagree, but come on, man. You can do better!

Oak: Well then, I guess I'll try to do better with that in the future. It's getting late though, and I want to sleep. It'll be a problem for tomorrow's me!

Edol: Really dude? You're sending us off already?

Oak: Yep! Good luck with tomorrow's adventures!

A moment later, everyone disappeared from the realm, and Oak turned back to his desk.

Leaning over his computer, he typed a few words before getting up and leaving. Just after he walked away, the text changed, and a number of red underlines appeared under the words.

'Av a Jolly E'nin, Folks! ??? rules!


Kapitel 33: Weiss

Dawn graced the forest with the sun's glittering rays, lighting up the campsite of the crew. It was dishonest to call it that- everyone had immediately slept after escaping from the tomb, picking out random patches of grass to nest on for the night.

Edol hopped to his feet and began performing stretches to drive away any lingering soreness from the night's rest. He'd gotten pretty good at sleeping on the ground over the past few months. It sounded quite stupid, but with the help of his earth legacy, the once solid ground was now reminiscent of a memory foam comfort mattress, able to be shifted into any position to facilitate maximum comfort.

It was a trick the brit would've probably figured out on his own eventually, but his learning was expedited by a previous comment from Ghost.

Edol still found his companion to be quite odd. The bird was flippant, overly confident, and just a general ass all around. Yet, even with these traits, he was still diligent in some ways. Back when the duo were trapped in hell, Ghost had stopped at regular intervals, later claiming that rest was important for survival and sanity.

The bird has also clearly paid close attention to the paths they'd took inside the tomb. To Edol, every tree looked the same, escaping would've taken the boy hours of randomly guessing which direction to walk in before he could return to the real world.

Even after butchering the ambushers and traumatizing Willow, Ghost had still managed to keep a grasp on the path they'd traveled, successfully leading them out from the tomb without a hitch after they decided to retreat.

Of course, this was only what Edol thought had happened.

"Arrg… My neck is so sore."

Edol glanced over at the noise, seeing Willow waking from her sleeping spot beside Pepper. A misunderstanding formed in the Brit's mind, and his guilty eyes shifted to the horse beside the girl.

'I should've finished off those ambushers and rushed to try and find her. If I could've made it in time, her dreams wouldn't be haunted by whatever she saw Ghost do to those poor men.'

Assuming the girl was sleeping beside Pepper in order to ease the terror of battle, Edol once again felt the need to repay Willow somehow.

Locating his feathered friend waking up underneath a nearby bush, Edol quickly scooped up the bird and walked to the edge of camp.

"You need to show more restraint in the future, the poor girl is traumatized."

"She was the one that killed-"

The still half-asleep bird looked at Edol in confusion, but the Brit interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

"What's done is done. You just need to do better in the future. Speaking of, what's the plan? You said you wanted to be the one who plots out what we do, but I haven't heard anything from you yet. Aside from looking for more relic tombs to explore, what's the plan?"

Annoyed from being drug away from his sleeping space, Ghost covered his eyes with a wing.

"Arg, it's too early for this. I'll come up with a detailed plan later, but for now, let's just follow Willow back to town."

Remembering that the next few hours would be spent wandering back through the forest to a nearby town, Edol didn't press the issue and let Ghost go. They would have plenty of time to chat while walking.

On the other side of camp, Willow looked over and noticed Edol lifting and carrying Ghost almost like one would carry a baby, even despite the blood still caked on the bird's under-feathers.

She stretched her arms around an annoyed-looking Pepper, then proclaimed her love for the horse was equal to Edol's love for Nibbles. For the next two hours, Willow then proceeded to display her love by having Ghost once again hop back and forth between Edol and Pepper as they traveled.

Apparently, when Ghost took off to kill-steal from Edol in the tomb, his mad dash for the ambushers' faces had looked like he'd flown. The prospect of flight being possible soon for the bird only reinvigorated Willow's enthusiasm for 'Nibbles's' growth.

Even after an hour of walking, a smile still lingered on the girl's face as she watched Ghost's progress, and Edol felt a bit better. It seemed his friend had taken his words in the morning seriously, and was now working hard to cheer up the girl.

Soon the crew was nearing the northern town of Hearth, and a middle-aged woman walked out from the forest. She was wearing what looked to be a deer hide jacket and had a string of rabbits tied to her waist.

"Little Willow! It looks like the northern villagers are fine, you brought one back with you! Were you able to find your father in the villages?"

Willow shook her head, and Edol stepped forward to clear the misunderstanding.

"I'm not from the northern villages, I'm actually just a relic hunter that got lost up in the woods. I got lucky to run into Willow, or I might've ended up freezing to death come winter!"

The woman eyed the eagle sitting atop Edol's shoulder with doubt, but turned back to Willow.

Weiss's eyes narrowed as she noticed the makeshift bandage wrapped around the girl's arm, and her attitude toward Edol turned hostile.

"Willow, you need to be more careful about the people you encounter in the wild. This guy here was probably lying about being a relic hunter. If I had to guess… he's probably an escaped convict, hiding in the woods to escape from his crimes!"

Willow quickly jumped to Edol's defense while Ghost and Edol stood there, wondering when they'd become convicts. Only after multiple minutes of insisting Edol was innocent did Weiss turn back to Edol.

"You. If you try anything with this girl, I'll break your legs. All three of them."

A shiver ran through Edol's… legs. Willow was probably four or five years younger than the Brit, and she reminded him a bit of his younger sister, if his sister had been dropped a few times as a baby. Edol felt no attraction towards the girl, and he got the feeling she felt the same.

"Yes, mam. I never even considered it, you don't need to break anything."

Weiss's gaze lingered on Edol for a few moments before finally shifting back to the forest, and when she spoke, her voice seemed a tad bit less hostile.

"Alright then, I'll show you back to Hearth. I've already finished resetting all my traps in this area anyway, so I'll treat y'all to some hot food!"


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