pale blue lips as he walked away.
âKing Blice, I do not think that was a good decision,â Meteas said in a whisper. âIvan's loyalties are not yet known, and he may still disobey your orders.â
âHe will follow my orders because I am the king of Tundar; failure to comply will result in his execution. Trey! Continue your observations of the boy. We will need him when the time comes, and I need you to be ready.â
Chapter 12: The Exploration
It had been several days of travelling since my battle with the Kreydur of Ice, and I still hadn't found my way outside of the forest. Kris mentioned that there were humans aside from the Kreydurs living on Tereer, but I haven't seen a single city, or even a town! I was starting to think that humans had either devolved back into apes or lived wearing loincloths in the trees.
The good news was, I didn't starve. I took half of the remaining rumbleberries from the cave before I left so I could share them with my animal friends, but the battle made me forget about them completely. I strolled through the forest, munching on rumbleberries as I took in the scene, when something occurred to me: this is a land of fire; so why is all of the country covered in forests? You would expect volcanoes, or magma, or something flame-like. I didn't think that I would ever find out the answer to that question, so I just continued walking until I saw a clearing in the forest.
It turns out I was wrong about the people being apes or living in trees. As soon as I exited the forest, I was stunned and greeted with a change in the air. I never really noticed the smell of industrialization back on Earth. I soon realized that it was due to the fact that for almost two months I had been living in the forest, completely isolated from society. As I exited the forest, I ended up staring at an almost Arabic city.
The buildings varied in size and shape, with shops covering the streets. As I walked through, I was surrounded by a vast arrangement of red. Yet, there was none of the usual hustle and bustle that you normally see in a marketplace. There were people, yes, but everyone's faces were covered by hoods, and the whole bazaar was quiet. I also noticed that no one tried to attract my attention or advertise their goods. The shopkeepers were silent, but they all seemed confident that they would get customers. It was almost as if the town itself was so small, the shop owners had memorized their regular customersâ faces to the point that they knew who will visit on what day. The weirdest thing, though, was that the people travelling on the roads acted as if they were on a highway. One group travelled one direction one road, and another group travelled another direction on a different road.
I could not read the writing on the shops and in front of the products. But the products gave me a good idea of what was being sold. One stall sold what looked like soap, another sold red bananas! Well, they looked like bananas. Like any guy, I soon got bored of browsing the stalls and instinctively reach into my pocket to grab my cell phone and check the time, but my fingers closed around a crumpled piece of paper. I took it out of my pocket to find ten dollars. It must have been left over from the movie. As I stared at the crumpled bill, my heart had a pang, and I realized I really missed home.
Is it still my home? I wondered. It's as if I âve been gone forever, trapped in a dream, and I can't wake up. I got pushed forward slightly, and I realized that I had stopped walking and was disrupting the traffic of the few people around.
âI'm terribly sorry, sir,â a tiny voice whispered. It sounded so quiet that I had to search around for the source to confirm I wasn't just hearing things. As I turned around, I viewed my first Pyrian. He was wearing a bright red cloak, all of the villagers were, and the skin on his arm was as crimson as blood, as if he were eternally sunburned. His cloak cast a
âKing Blice, I do not think that was a good decision,â Meteas said in a whisper. âIvan's loyalties are not yet known, and he may still disobey your orders.â
âHe will follow my orders because I am the king of Tundar; failure to comply will result in his execution. Trey! Continue your observations of the boy. We will need him when the time comes, and I need you to be ready.â
Chapter 12: The Exploration
It had been several days of travelling since my battle with the Kreydur of Ice, and I still hadn't found my way outside of the forest. Kris mentioned that there were humans aside from the Kreydurs living on Tereer, but I haven't seen a single city, or even a town! I was starting to think that humans had either devolved back into apes or lived wearing loincloths in the trees.
The good news was, I didn't starve. I took half of the remaining rumbleberries from the cave before I left so I could share them with my animal friends, but the battle made me forget about them completely. I strolled through the forest, munching on rumbleberries as I took in the scene, when something occurred to me: this is a land of fire; so why is all of the country covered in forests? You would expect volcanoes, or magma, or something flame-like. I didn't think that I would ever find out the answer to that question, so I just continued walking until I saw a clearing in the forest.
It turns out I was wrong about the people being apes or living in trees. As soon as I exited the forest, I was stunned and greeted with a change in the air. I never really noticed the smell of industrialization back on Earth. I soon realized that it was due to the fact that for almost two months I had been living in the forest, completely isolated from society. As I exited the forest, I ended up staring at an almost Arabic city.
The buildings varied in size and shape, with shops covering the streets. As I walked through, I was surrounded by a vast arrangement of red. Yet, there was none of the usual hustle and bustle that you normally see in a marketplace. There were people, yes, but everyone's faces were covered by hoods, and the whole bazaar was quiet. I also noticed that no one tried to attract my attention or advertise their goods. The shopkeepers were silent, but they all seemed confident that they would get customers. It was almost as if the town itself was so small, the shop owners had memorized their regular customersâ faces to the point that they knew who will visit on what day. The weirdest thing, though, was that the people travelling on the roads acted as if they were on a highway. One group travelled one direction one road, and another group travelled another direction on a different road.
I could not read the writing on the shops and in front of the products. But the products gave me a good idea of what was being sold. One stall sold what looked like soap, another sold red bananas! Well, they looked like bananas. Like any guy, I soon got bored of browsing the stalls and instinctively reach into my pocket to grab my cell phone and check the time, but my fingers closed around a crumpled piece of paper. I took it out of my pocket to find ten dollars. It must have been left over from the movie. As I stared at the crumpled bill, my heart had a pang, and I realized I really missed home.
Is it still my home? I wondered. It's as if I âve been gone forever, trapped in a dream, and I can't wake up. I got pushed forward slightly, and I realized that I had stopped walking and was disrupting the traffic of the few people around.
âI'm terribly sorry, sir,â a tiny voice whispered. It sounded so quiet that I had to search around for the source to confirm I wasn't just hearing things. As I turned around, I viewed my first Pyrian. He was wearing a bright red cloak, all of the villagers were, and the skin on his arm was as crimson as blood, as if he were eternally sunburned. His cloak cast a
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