The midday sky gently swept over their heads as Alaric, Zanuba, and Piere began their long journey to the Kingdom of Gama. The dirt road they followed wound between small hills, and the fresh breeze blowing from the surrounding forest offered a cooling sensation. But for Piere, this journey wasn't about enjoying the scenery or savoring the fresh air. No, he was busy dealing with... Alaric's ridiculous behavior.
"Why can't we just ride horses? I heard the Kingdom of Gama has lots of strong horses," Piere grumbled, glancing at Alaric, who was walking leisurely ahead of them.
"Horses are too much hassle," Alaric replied lightly. "It's easier this way. Besides, who needs horses when you can…" Suddenly, Alaric waved his hand, and a giant floating raft appeared in the air, complete with the sound of wind and rainbow colors. "…ride a magic float!"
Piere frowned, confused and frustrated. "A magic float? Seriously, Alaric? Are you really a great wizard?"