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Nekomimist
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The stars twinkled across the moonless sky, blinking ever so softly. Wind rustled the trees against the diamonds above. It seemed every forest, every town, every world shared the same midnight blue sky. His head rolled to the right to see bright blue eyes staring back at him. His heart lodged into his throat and he sat up, grass falling from his long hair. She was gone. No one was looking back at him. Yuri laughed cynically to himself, holding his body weight up by only his arms. The grass was cool under his palms.
'Estelle… Repede…' He could never have imagined missing them so badly. This time, he was on his adventure alone. Before Estelle he never really minded it. He laughed thinking about the beginning when his attempts of getting rid of her failed. Whether he would ever see her again or not was a mystery. Or Flynn, Raven, or anyone for that matter…
Allowing innocents to succumb to the destruction of evil wasn't something he could turn his back on. He had to help, whether he liked it or not. His target was the twisted Devourer, but first things first, he would need to locate the ones created by the World Tree: the Defenders. They were key to challenging this madness as they were the few who channeled the last drop of mana in Terresia. The world wasn't much different from his home world. Yuri Lowell had been summoned, by whom however, he did not know. All he remembered was a dream in which a voice was directing him and when he woke, he was in a new sphere. The first month had been difficult, he yearned to see his friends, especially Estelle and Repede. The only thing that kept him spirited was one night he dreamed of the voice again; it had sounded like Estelle, warm and assuring. It told him once he found the Defenders and defeated the Devourer, he could return home. It was the only thing he had to hold onto. Somehow, he was always getting thrown into the hero's role.
His stomach growled and he wrapped an arm around it, shaking his head, "Darn it." That morning he'd used the last of his supplies, and after traveling and battling monsters all day his energy had been spent. He was only so many miles from the next town, from what he understood, and pondered wandering into to town. Not all the villages or towns or kingdoms were pleasant, however, especially if the Cult of Rebirth had built a temple there. They were on the hunt for people like him, Defenders, Descenders, and these killers had means of detecting anyone with mana.
The pain dropped deeper and deeper and he swooned, sight growing overwhelmed with darkness. He swallowed hard against his dry throat, "Guess that settles it." He stood only to almost face plant in the dirt and brass below. He managed to regain his balance with the help of a tree and cursed. He should not have gone that long without eating. Yuri closed his eyes and breathed in deep, nice and slow.
"Okay," he sighed, continuing on his feet. It was late, probably midnight or after and he doubted any vendors would be open, but he had to at least find an Inn—not that he had much gald.
When he finally reached the village, all he could think about was wetting his throat and filling his stomach. The vendors were closed, but a small Inn appeared to be open. The Inn required 500 gald a night—and that was something he did not have on him.
"Crap," Yuri exited the building, stuffing the few gald he did have back into his pocket. The town was quiet, shrouded in dark blue. "Just how late is it any way?"
'Estelle… Repede…' He could never have imagined missing them so badly. This time, he was on his adventure alone. Before Estelle he never really minded it. He laughed thinking about the beginning when his attempts of getting rid of her failed. Whether he would ever see her again or not was a mystery. Or Flynn, Raven, or anyone for that matter…
Allowing innocents to succumb to the destruction of evil wasn't something he could turn his back on. He had to help, whether he liked it or not. His target was the twisted Devourer, but first things first, he would need to locate the ones created by the World Tree: the Defenders. They were key to challenging this madness as they were the few who channeled the last drop of mana in Terresia. The world wasn't much different from his home world. Yuri Lowell had been summoned, by whom however, he did not know. All he remembered was a dream in which a voice was directing him and when he woke, he was in a new sphere. The first month had been difficult, he yearned to see his friends, especially Estelle and Repede. The only thing that kept him spirited was one night he dreamed of the voice again; it had sounded like Estelle, warm and assuring. It told him once he found the Defenders and defeated the Devourer, he could return home. It was the only thing he had to hold onto. Somehow, he was always getting thrown into the hero's role.
His stomach growled and he wrapped an arm around it, shaking his head, "Darn it." That morning he'd used the last of his supplies, and after traveling and battling monsters all day his energy had been spent. He was only so many miles from the next town, from what he understood, and pondered wandering into to town. Not all the villages or towns or kingdoms were pleasant, however, especially if the Cult of Rebirth had built a temple there. They were on the hunt for people like him, Defenders, Descenders, and these killers had means of detecting anyone with mana.
The pain dropped deeper and deeper and he swooned, sight growing overwhelmed with darkness. He swallowed hard against his dry throat, "Guess that settles it." He stood only to almost face plant in the dirt and brass below. He managed to regain his balance with the help of a tree and cursed. He should not have gone that long without eating. Yuri closed his eyes and breathed in deep, nice and slow.
"Okay," he sighed, continuing on his feet. It was late, probably midnight or after and he doubted any vendors would be open, but he had to at least find an Inn—not that he had much gald.
When he finally reached the village, all he could think about was wetting his throat and filling his stomach. The vendors were closed, but a small Inn appeared to be open. The Inn required 500 gald a night—and that was something he did not have on him.
"Crap," Yuri exited the building, stuffing the few gald he did have back into his pocket. The town was quiet, shrouded in dark blue. "Just how late is it any way?"