Capítulo 5: Chapter 2.2
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Chapter 2.2:
Mysterious Headache
Before the "talk" within the alleyway
Under the sheets of heaven and surrounded by the crowd's squeaking noise, was a nephew who had his palm upon the temple of his charcoal crown - his fingers begin to dig into his skull, his teeth begin to grind, eyelids shut tight, his back curve, and the growl of pain from his throat.
Placing his other palm upon a nearby stone wall, the pain begins to ravish the intellect of the uncle's nephew as the sledgehammer's smiting continues. Sweat slide from his forehead to his v-shaped chin, like a professional skater, as the nephew begins to "remember".
View of someone, same size and figure, wielding the same instruments he has: galloping the singular, medieval-style drum with drumsticks, grasp in his rough, scarred hands, as the sizzling sound of electricity course through his palms before a thunderous shockwave erupted from the drum itself; seven sketches upon his book before it comes to the living as seven glowing, missile-like dart spring fort from the book - floating above his crown as if a hydra has manifested within him; the person closes his eyes before retracting the almond eyelids as the person hazel orbs turning into void-like charcoal….; and another….; and another….; and another - vision after views after vision after views, the nephew grinded his teeth in pain as the views shifted left to right.
-As an avalanche of sweat upon the nephew's forehead rains toward the concrete beneath, a hand fall on his back: the gentle palm of his uncle.
"Hey, you're ok?...-" the uncle shot his voice towards his ears, although the words slipped. Upon that moment, an eruption occurs within his throat as biles escape through his lips "-nephew?!"
The nephew kneels down, the uncle did the same as he placed one palm on the nephew's back and the other upon the nephew's chest, dragging his hands as it slides upon the wall in the direction of his right shoulder - unaware that the duo has earned the crowd's lingering gazes.
The nephew's eyes begin to build up tears as it drop like a waterfall. Visions after visions, the nephew's skull begins to shatter in pain like glass as his widened throat stops conjuring biles and begins the continuation of growls of the nephew.
However, after more than a dozen sessions, the pain begins to lessen as a view of the person becoming a gargantuan creature of glossing yellow-brown - triangular-shaped wings; two sharp stubs on the chin of its snout; muscular quadruple legs of a bodybuilder; and axe-like plates that extended from the creature's eyes and cheeks on either side - before rush towards the nephew's mind was the void - the unmistaken emptiness of a resting mind.
The nephew, no longer in torment, whipped his head as he shakes his head before opening his hazel eyes - bathes in tears - as his shell-like ears could hear the sound of concern of his uncle.
"Hey, nephew?! Can you hear me ?! Neph-"
"Yeah-" the uncle stops as the nephew pulls his left hand up, a palm painted with dirt and bile from the concrete below, and put it afloat to signal the uncle that the bullet from the uncle's throat has hit its targets.
"...I can hear you"
"So that's how you use magic?!" flabbergasted, the eyes of the uncle are as plated wide at his nephew…who's in a new attire. Furnished in basic, medieval iron armor, the uncle's nephew is now cloak in a European skin: the physique of a hybrid between an athlete and a soldier, hidden beneath the bulging muscle, the six-pack, the sapphire eyes, and golden crown of a youthful, v-shaped chin, face, is the overweight nephew - who has cast the spell of "Disguise Self" upon himself.
"Yeah!-" the nephew turned his head clockwise within a 90-degree angle, releasing the rough, husky voice towards the uncle's ears "-Who would've thought that throwing up and in constant pain would give me magic." an end of the nephew's lips raised to form a smirk as he sat within the wagon that's galloping towards their destination.
Under the orange star upon the aquamarine heaven, a wooden wagon, with wooden wheels, with a paper-color roof, was owned by a man the duo had hired with the man reined his earth dragon as he held the leather strap within his grasp. The man's appearance was of a European man: aquamarine hair that of the heaven above, silvery eyes that of silver platters, and a jaw and beard of a farmer - The man also wore a straw, circular hat.
"Hah, yeah. Anyway-" the uncle's lips exhale a breeze of amusement before his hand - ornamented in grayish plated armor - held the map beside him within his grasp and laid it out before the duo's hazel eyes "-based on the map, given to us by that guardsmen, we're needed to reach towards~ here"
-The uncle use his index finger to point at a certain spot that the duo knew too well…Roswaal Domain.
"Can't believe we gonna meet Roswaal, or visiting his domain, first when we 'Traveled' here" the nephew uses four of his fingers - two on each hand - to bend them forward and straightened it back - multiple times to highlight the duo ways of travel to Lugunica.
"Well we definitely not gonna meet him immediately-" the uncle said with a smirk, before his eyebrows knitted into a straight line "but remember our current mission, we're not here for fun-this isn't a game, it's reality…so we could die…you get that ?"
The nephew's orbs have become gloomy, yet darkened and hardened "...yeah I know"
"Good" responded the uncle.
The trip was pleasant, although the road rumble the wagon and its users as if there was a tiny earthquake. The duo's mission was to protect the merchant who have come to 'Irlam Village' to stock up supplies so that the merchant can be sold the products off to buyers who were interested.
The village was…an ordinary village: multiple houses of stones and wooden roofs with one significantly larger than the rest at the center that is supported by pillars, the village was surrounded by rows and lines of greens and meadows along with a river resting at its side. The village was in a hurricane of talking, chatting, childrens' shenanigans, and the sound of water drag by gravity towards the bottom of the fountain within the center of the dirt, circular ground. Multiple roads of dirt and bridges of stones riddle the village, with one leading towards a forest that the duo knew too well what it is - the nest of the demon beast.
-However, to the knowledge of the duo, the village was protected by a barrier made of magical stones.
The duo notices the stones on some trees as they look around the village with one memorizing the way in and out of the village to form a plan of defending the village while the other entertains the villagers with some beat of a drum and sketches of villagers within his book…in which confuse some villages as a guard pull instruments out of thin air and can play as good as bard within a tavern, but they pay no mind into it.
The duo has placed their rear upon the wooden beneath of the wagon as the merchant reined his earth dragon to went back to the capital city of Lugunica after the trip from the village. The merchant, scratches his neck under the moonless night, turned his neck that drags his eyes towards the duo, who sat upon the interior of the wagon and are accompanied by boxes of goods worth many coins.
"Glad you two came with me-" the merchant opened and reveal his deep and gravelly sounds "-really, you two give me some peace out of my minds a bit."
"From what I heard, bandits have been appearing more lately, is that why you needed help from us guard ?" the uncle added.
"Yeah that would be it." the merchant said after one deep chuckle comes from his thickened throat.
"If that's the case, then you're in good hands sir" the husky voice from his nephew, who's hidden under the skin of a guard, added into the conversation.
"Then I'll have no worries the-"
-Before the merchant could finish what his gravelly voice can say, the merchant now has an arrow between his eyes.
The duo stared at the scene before them with eyes wider than the length of a plate before the wagon was stopped at the same moment as a monstrous shriek was heard with the source in front of the wagon…the duo said nothing as their eyelids slowly descend into a hardened gaze and felt the gentle, piercing breeze hitting their skins.
"Nephew-" the uncle stand with his legs straight and feet parallel to wooden beneath, the uncle drew his glaive-spear hybrid weapon from his behind "-be ready". The nephew stands at the last sentence spoken by his uncle, with him dropping his disguise and unclip the book from his leather strap and draw four dart-like sketches upon his book.
"...Time to roll initiative" the nephew say.
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