Chương 5: The Time Traveller
Puzzled, trying to figure out what makes sense and what not for the past ten minutes, Woldemir found it appropriate to ask now. "I have a question. How... just how did you end up getting lost in the woods and miss two hundred years of war?"
The color on Mogranius' face turned rather pale as Woldemir seeked a deeper explanation of this predicament. But yet he found the nerve to answer. "I was with Akareas, the previous Electus. We were researching more about the most unknown power to any Wizard or Witch, the mysterious powers of Teleportation."
These powers ring a bell, but just to be sure Woldemir asked. "Correct me if I'm wrong but as far as I've been told, teleportation is where you disappear into thin air and appear somewhere else."
Nodding in agreement as he thought through some other points, Mogranius clumsily replied. "Yes yes, you've heard."
"How does it equal to you skipping two hundred years?" Scratching his head, Woldemir couldn't comprehend this theory.
What Mogranius is basically referring to is teleportation and above that, he is talking about Time Travel as well. Teleportation is a blur to most, explained as a fairy tale but considered as a magical power that every Electus should have. While Time Travel isn't even one of the 8 powers. The theory keeps getting crazier by the second.
Thankfully Mogranius is willing to shed more light through this mountain of confusing darkness. "See, before I found myself in these woods, we were tipped off by an adventurer that a book about teleportation is deep down an underground dungeon."
Instantly seeing this as a bad start, Woldemir couldn't help asking. "And you believed him? Adventurers are full of malarkey, they robbed so many rich men for elixirs that apparently grant immortality."
Shouting his sentences, his neck hair up thanks to recalling the scene, Mogranius butchered. "Oh an Adventurer tricking us became the least of our concern, although he didn't lie about the book!"
"So I'm assuming something went wrong?" Asked Woldemir, he figured out a bit where this is going.
"It did!" He yelled again and continued. "Right after we found the book, managing to read a few pages of it too. But the dungeon was abandoned a couple of centuries ago, it didn't take long for a disaster to follow."
His attention given entirely towards the storyteller, Woldemir asked with his eyes wide open. "What happened?"
"Out of nowhere, part of the dungeon collapsed." Mogranius shouted once more and raised his arms towards the sky to add a little drama.
"So that's how you got here? Did the dungeon kill you or...?" Asked Woldemir while still having it hard to put two and two together.
Time Travel doesn't link here and he is getting convinced that Mogranius is a ghost, well Chapels would describe anything unusual as demonic or paranormal so why not aye?
A bit pissed, Mogranius added. "You would have known if you stopped interrupting my story!"
"But I didn't..." Woldemir tried to speak but got interrupted, ironic ha?
Becoming a bit of a drama queen, Mogranius explained. "I was exactly at the area where the dungeon collapsed. A second before large boulders and dirt were about to crush the soul out of me, Akareas casted a teleportation spell on me. That might explain how I got here."
Now continuing to be confused, but also shocked, Woldemir pointed out a little fact. "But didn't you say that she didn't know anything about Teleportation Powers?"
"That could be the reason why I am here now, that's my best theory. I don't know what else to think." The situation is complex, it is a drag when you put an all powerful Electus behind an unknown spell.
Since books became the topic again, Woldemir pitched. "My best advice would be to look for that special book in the Crutal Castle, maybe Akareas took it with her since she clearly survived that Dungeon collapse."
His eyes sparkling with hope, Mogranius looked at Woldemir as if he fell in love and expressed. "And with Eric as the Electus, surely I can teleport back in time somehow?"
"It is settled then, we will try to find that book." Woldemir smiled, but wanted to end that topic as well. He pointed forward and said, "Look where we have arrived!"
The second Mogranius looks forward, he sees the big and beautiful Crutal Town after hours and hours of travelling, they even had to stop and set up camp last night for the sake of not collapsing.
His mouth remains open for a little while, he is amazed to see his home again and we can't deprive you of the fact that Crutal Town is majestically beautiful.
There are roots of plants spreading out everywhere, each stretching several meters through thick stone walls and colorful flowers blooming on those roots as well.
The Town is large itself as well, from one end to the other it surely held around five hundred houses. Most of the houses weren't exactly small either, it is indeed the wealthiest Town in [Country] Occidentis Ignis.
A tear dropping from his left eye, surfing down his cheek before it met the ground, Mogranius stuttered. "So much has changed, yet it changed in a good way. This place looks more beautiful than ever."
Accidentally ruining his moment with the Town, Woldemir agreed. "I agree it is beautiful, this race has a fancy about decorating buildings or anything in general with plants. Most likely supported from the money that they force out of our race though."
Mogranius isn't in the best emotional position to talk, so Woldemir used this opportunity to get some things straight. "From this point, you have to be careful of what you say and do. The illustratios have a thing about throwing fines over Ignites for ridiculous reasons."
Raising an eyebrow, curiosity overwhelming. Mogranius asked, "What sort of reasons?"
Trying to define stupidity, Woldemir shared a little case of his own. "Last summer I got fined for reading a book that wasn't about the illustratio, the finnes are outrageous as well."
"I knew illustratios weren't particularly bright, but this tips the bucket." You can't blame the old man here, who in their right mind would fine you for reading a book?
"They are more brutal than they are stupid, If you can't pay the fines they'll throw you in the dungeon and beat you until your back is softer than your stomach." Woldemir lifted part of his shirt from behind, showing the scars that didn't disappear for over a year.
As they approached Crutal Town closer and they reached the main gate, they immediately got approached by a couple of illustratio gatekeepers.
Truly devilish looking characters, not literally though. Their skin color doesn't look like a typical stereotyped devil.
Their skin color is green and one other eye catching feature are their blood veins. From head to toe their veins are covered with a darker shade of green and a light dark shade of red as well here and there.
But most of the blood vein color running through their body is green.
Their eyes are the most devil like part about them, they have these freakish completely red eyes! Difficult to look at without getting uncomfortable especially if one is yelling at you.
These gatekeepers have fairly long hair too, much like every other race in these medieval times but theirs is green in colour. These body features however weren't nearly enough devil like compared to their tongue and behaviour.
As soon as the Gatekeepers approached the Wagon, one of them pulls out a longsword and turned towards Mogranius, shouting. "State your business here you diseased devilish Ignite or my sword will be meeting your neck."
Before Mogranius utters a single word, Woldemir jumps in the conversation and shouts. "Do not hurt him, he is my cousin. He comes from the other side of our Country [Occidentis Ignis]."
The other gate keeper replies with, "Oh so basically he is a worthless rag from Gaster Town?"
SUY NGHĨ CỦA NGƯỜI SÁNG TẠO 
MisterE05
MisterE05 Thank you for coming to this venting session.
- Mogranius ;)
Chương 6: Book Worm Stefan
"Yes yes, he is that type of Worthless. He came for a visit a few moons ago and now he is going to help me sell my goods." Explained Woldemir trying to avoid uncalled for punishments, these people are notoriously known for double standards.
"Very well, you may enter. But if you commit a crime this time, you won't get so lucky. Either one of you. Understand?" Told one of the Gate keepers as they were abnormally laughing with each other. Afterwards he turns his head up and shouts, "Open the Gates!"
Afterwards the great wooden gate started opening. It was quite flattering to see a ten meter tall gate open, showing a 500 house Town bit by bit along the way.
The strength and people needed to open it isn't exactly small either for a door that is 16 meters across, one simple Guard can't ever open it regardless of his strength.
Upon entering Crutal Town, Mogranius was dumbfounded on how much the city expanded behind these 10 meter tall walls. Last time he was here there were roughly 200 houses.
Now he is witnessing well above 500 houses! More than the eye can capture at once, it is just a miracle. Crutal Town couldn't get more beautiful, it will likely never fit the description of an eye sore.
They made their way towards the Town center after walking through a 5 meter wide alleyway for a while. It was very populated, far exceeding the number of people this Town can hold, especially this month when it is harvesting season.
People from everywhere who aren't living in this Town come to sell their crops, the competition is rough although it is bursting with buyers since this domain holds over 3,000 people.
When they reach the Town's centre, they see a lot of men and women trying to sell their crops. Some carrying them with carts and some have settled in a small wooden booth, dragging more attention.
"Fresh wheat grains here."
"Get your potatoes here."
"Get them while they are fresh."
"I have the most orange Carrots."
Shoutings like that were heard over and over from people going an extra mile to sell their crops, it shows motivation in a way but at the same time it can become ear piercing when so many are yelling at once, not to mention customer murmurs.
Taking a left turn away from the Town's centre, the bookshop they were aiming to reach was very close by. It only took half a minute of walking to reach it.
When they entered the bookshop, The bookseller instantly notices new "Customers" since he isn't used to illustratios or Ignites being crazy about reading, it isn't so popular yet.
He gets a little disappointed when he sees Woldemir and Eric walk in but still welcomes them with a good greet and after asks, "Who is your friend there Woldemir?" Thinking it's a book buyer.
Knowing that this topic is rather delicate to talk in the open, and of course trying to avoid any trouble coming from the illustratios, Woldemir replied. "He is a friend, here to talk to you about something very important. We need to talk privately or else we can be as good as dead if anyone else overheard."
His eyes jerking open, comprehending the importance of this situation, Stefan answered. "Of course, let's go to the storage room in my basement. No soul could hear us there."
Eric can't be a part of this conversation, or else he will be exposed to topics he isn't yet ready to handle so Woldemir assigned him with a little job. "Eric you stay here, knock three times if anyone walks in the shop to alarm us."
Swiftly noticing that his father is trying to hide something again, similar to everything else he hid for the past 15 years, Eric just nodded in agreement and grabbed the closest book for comfort.
Making their way down to the basement, they didn't find much to see down there. Only wooden crates who were either empty, cracked or filled with books halfway, rarely full. Some half full bookshelves were here and there, forced in to fit in this small storage room.
Taking a seat above crates, lighting a little candle over a big crate in between them after, now they set a better atmosphere to hold a proper conversation.
With his tone staggering quiet after his first word, Woldemir started shedding light upon this abnormal situation. "I'm going to sound like a madman right now for saying this but, this man skipped two hundred years and appeared here in our time and year."
Pulling his head back, highly doubting he coughed once and expressed. "You got the Madman part right! How on Earth would he skip two hundred years and appear here?"
Stefan isn't buying this of course, he finds himself smart enough to not believe everything anyone says but of course he had to crack a little joke about it. "Seriously, how? I wanna do it as well to get out of this illustratio infested place."
Pulling a little golden feather in this conversation, Woldemir replied. "I still have doubts myself but Eric saw him in action blasting Fireballs, we both know that Eric never lies and we both know that there aren't supposed to be any Witches or Wizards anymore!"
"You have a point there, that kid barely even speaks and Magic is banned. But can you at least explain how you "skipped" these two hundred years and came here? I'm sure being shot from a Catapult wouldn't do the trick." Stefan spoke, again with never ending sarcasm and jokes. For a bookworm he sure has a big mouth.
Trying to push jokes away, even from Stefan, he got straight to the point. "Mogranius survived because he skipped through the entire war when Akareas unleashed a teleportation spell towards him."
Unwilling to drop sarcasm, Stefan added. "Right and I'm the Queen of Fruit tarts."
Turning his head towards Mogranius, who hasn't yet spoken since he got here, Woldemir pointed out the obvious. "This man won't believe us no matter what we say, so show us a little Fire."
"As you wish but I hope you know what you are doing." Gently told Mogranius who has been holding in a lot of sarcasm outbursts, if Stefan is the Queen of sarcasm then Mogranius would be the King.
After that Mogranius breathes in and as he breathes out delicately, fire bursts out of his palm and grants proper illumination to the entire room.
This isn't a fireball to be clear but just a small amount of fire rising above the palm of his right hand.
After it starts off from the palm, it goes down to the back of his hand as well. Reaching down towards the fingers after, Mogranius' right hand became completely surrounded by that fire that started off like a little pimple in the beginning.
His face turning pale which is weird because he is close to a hot fire, Stefan asked. "You are a Fire Blaster alright, but how can I help you?"
Thankful that Stefan wants to help, Woldemir explained slowly and quietly. "My friend, you've spent your entire life buying and selling books, I'm sure you can help us get unique books that will prove useful, maybe about Teleportation? And a bit more knowledge on how the war happened would be useful too of course."
Breaking another sweat, still unable to forget that already shunned Fire, Stefan spoke swiftly. "With those I can be useful up until a Certain point, help yourself with any book you please sir Mogranius. And about the unique books, what exactly are you looking for?"
Smirking, happy that he started asserting dominance here, Mogranius answered. "Teleportation books, or Akareas' Journal maybe?"
Stefan backed up Woldemir's words although he didn't know. "The Crutal Castle likely has those, if they didn't burn them that is. They don't really show stuff like that in a gold coated display."
Seeing that everything leads to the Crutal Castle, Mogranius replied. "I guess I need to cast an invisibility spell on myself and sneak into the Castle, other options seem to be nonexistent."
Knock knock knock!
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MisterE05
MisterE05
Fruit Tarts should be a breakfast meal.
-Stefan :}
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