Capítulo 2: Chapter 1: The best first chapter in the world!
After the bright flash I, Jerry Buckriderson, opened my eyes. I am going to do this first person mode, because it is my adventure. I am the hero of this story and I will not stand for any form of discussion!
Anywho, after I got used to the return of my vision. I figured out that I was not in an airplane. And, by the looks of the people around me, not even on planet Earth anymore!!
The room I was standing in was filled with people robed in vetements more fitting for a Polynesian wedding then something found in the Caribbean.
The people looked like regular humans, although their eyes were not regular in any way: most of them had turquoise or purple eyes, they were wearing fancy robes. There were also people with more natural eye colours, if you consider bright yellow eyes to be regular in this situation.
The people were staring in utter silence at me. I glared at them, knowing instinctly that they were up to no good.
''WERE THE HELL AM I??''
I bellowed as loudly as I could. And I am very capable of yelling loudly. On Earth I was in the local Roman Catholic church choir. Because I have a very deep bass, I was allowed to sing as loudly as I wanted.
The people were still in shock, their eardrums ringing or popped in the worst case. Finally a woman presented herself in a soft and clear voice, she was without a doubt a high priestess or at least someone highborn.
''W.. Welcome, hero. To the world of Averoneia.. We have summoned you, because we are in need your help.''
She showed weakness and submission by looking away from me. I was staring at her purple eyes and slightly translucent robes. She probably noticed, because she turned away from me. Not really my problem; I had better things on my mind.
"Summoned me?? For what? Oh, I know what is going on! You want to torture me, don't you?! Well go ahead, give it your best shot!''
I tore off the clothes I was wearing during my summoning, it was just an old t-shirt so it did not really matter much to me. I had no idea where my pants had gone, though.
It was of utmost importance that these strange people learned that I am not some punk for them to summon and sacrifice to their evil gods!
After displaying my dominance, and toned body, the woman started to talk again. She turned beet-red, which made the purple in her eyes even more intense.
So I stared at her even more intently then before! We had a few moments of staredown, before she did her best to defuse the situation.
''No young hero, we do not want to torture you or hurt you in any way.. The truth is that we are very desperate for a hero to save us from the End! Will you please calm down and put on some clothes. We are in a holy temple and it is not allowed to walk around here without proper attire..''
I sighed and told her that I was willing to listen to their story AFTER I HAD EATEN! I have a very high metabolism and the summoning had turned my stomach upside down. Realizing how nauseous I was, I fell on my knees in reflex.
A young boy with orange eyes and shiny blonde hair ran over with a laquerware bowl. The bowl looked kinda Asian, not that it mattered after I projectile vomited into the wooden bowl.
It tasted rancid, like I had eaten something rotten. And the colour was pure black. It had the structure of spaghetti, but it was nothing like my mom ever made me.
It looked like I ate a live squid and it had discharged its ink into my stomach while it was swimming inside there. I have grappled the toilet bowl many times in my life, but this was the absolute worst without exception.
Now that my guts were completely empty, I felt a bit dizzy. The boy ran off with the bowl in order to throw out the vile concoction inside of it, I hope.
He ran in a straight line while the people in the hall took more than one step back to get away from my unsavoury body fluids.
I was resting on my hands and knees, still gagging and used pieces of my torn up shirt to wipe my face clean. After I was sure I was completely emptied out, I struggled back on my knees. Feeling like I was one foot in the grave.
''What was that?"
I asked the lady in the silk-like robes. She was no longer beet-red, the opposite infact. She was now a pale green and I was wondering if she needed a laquerware bowl as well.
Instead of following my example of showing me the local diet in an advanced form of digestion, she swallowed deeply and said.
''That is the aftershock of the spell we used, it is called Summoning Sickness. I have to compliment you, young hero. Nine out of ten times the Summoned One passes out after throwing up. It appears that you have a strong constitution.''
When she told me that, I started to laugh as loudly as my burning out throat would allow me to.
''Me? A strong constitution?? Nothing is further form the truth. Lady. What is your name again?''
Status de energia semanal
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