Dimensions Collide: Destiny Bond Chapter 88: No Pain, No Gain

Chapter 88: No Pain, No Gain

Prota was worried about John. He’d been avoiding her the past few days, leaving to go sowhere, leaving her all alone. It was weird. Granted, it wasn’t like there was any reason for him to stick around, nor was there a reason for him to be paying attention to her, but it was still strange behaviour from soone who enjoyed staying in bed all day. Still, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

The only tis she particularly wished he were around was when the princess ca to visit. It seed that the path between the Windwalker’s household and the royal palace was safe enough for her to travel alone, and she kept showing up to visit Destiny. Whatever relationship the two had was of no interest to Prota, but what did bother her was the princess’s strange fascination with her.

“She’s so cute!” Celeste said, reaching out to Prota, who leaned back. “I wanna pinch your cheeks. Please?”

Prota took an involuntary step back.

“I… I don’t think she really likes being touched, Cel.”

“Co on, let poke her cheeks. Just once.”

This happened more than once. Celeste might’ve been the scariest thing Prota had ever encountered. The demon king? Doctor? They could be defeated. What were they going to do about Celeste?

“Save …”

~~~

“You want to make not one, but two things?” the old elf said gruffly.

John had thought Haze was playing with him the first ti he’d been brought here. The magic device crafter was an old elf huddled in shawls, sitting in the back of a small, run-down shack. There were plenty of trinkets John didn’t recognize, and he didn’t have much interest in analyzing them. On the table in front of him were Prota’s staff and cloak. He looked down at them, then back up at the elf.

“Well, think of it this way. You’re not making things. Just, uh… upgrading them?” John said, trying to make so kind of excuse.

“That’s a tall task. These things already have enchantnts on them.”

“They’re really stupid enchants!” John protested. “It’s, like, temperature control and mana storage. Is that really that much of an issue?”

“It could be. Why do you want these so much anyway? It’d be easier for just to make you better versions of these tools. What was it you wanted again?”

John picked up the staff, tracing its edges with his finger.

“Increased mana storage in this, if possible. Maybe make it a little easier to carry around. Keep the enchantnt that lets it hover around the user.”

He put it down and put his hand on the cloak.

“This is a little more important. I’d like it if you could put protection of so sort on it. Physical, magical, it isn’t too important, but if it could provide so degree of protection that would be great. But the more important thing would be a self-restoration feature.”

The old elf picked up the cloth, grumbling to herself as she put her glasses on.

“It’d be easier to do that on a new cloak. Sonny, tell one more ti why you want this cloak specifically?”

John scratched the back of his head. “Does it really matter?”

“If you want to do this for you, then yes.”

The old lady looked up, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She leaned back, making it clear that she’d wait for a response.

John shuffled around, but in the end, he had to say sothing, or he wouldn’t get what he wanted.

“...well, sotis the history of the item matters more than the quality of the item itself, right?”

He was having a hard ti explaining what he really ant. These items were precious to the person he considered to be his sister. It was the idea behind them that mattered more than the items themselves. He couldn’t bring himself to say that, though.

“Look, if it’s too hard to enchant or whatever, can you at least fix the cloak? At the minimum, that’s all I need, ok?”

The old elf took her glasses off and tucked them away, then got up and hobbled around the table. She took out so kind of analyzing tool and peered through it, then put it away and nodded. John watched in confusion but beca even more confused as the elf put her hand on his shoulder.

“You’re being honest, aren’t you?”

“Wh-? I an, yeah, but what do you-”

“Good boy.” She gave him a smack on the back. “You’re lucky the Windwalkers are endorsing you. I’ll do it.”

John was incredibly confused, but soon, his body began to relax. She would fix it. That was fine, right? It didn’t matter why she’d changed her mind. All that mattered was that he’d get his gift.

“How soon do you need this?” the lady said, feeling the fabric of the cloth as she talked.

“Is within a week alright?”

“A week? Pshaw, this’ll take three days. Co back then.”

~~~

“I heard you’re going to go to Scholaris. Are you ready for the exams?”

Hart was sitting a respectful distance away from Prota on a bench in the garden, watching as birds flew from branch to branch. Prota was snacking on a pastry Hart had given her. It seed that she was easily tad with food.

“...exam?” Prota said, putting a pause on her al.

“There are exams. Did no one tell you this?”

Prota stopped chewing. She rembered sothing about an entrance exam being ntioned, but with [Resets], demon kings, Doctors and all the chaos that’d been going on, she’d sohow completely forgotten about it.

“Hard?” Prota said nervously.

“Mm… not really?” Hart smiled. “It wasn’t too much of an issue for .”

That didn’t really ease Prota’s worries. Hart was clearly very talented. She’d been raised in a prestigious family and had likely received a lot of tutoring and training. Sure, she’d gotten training from a Mystic, but how good was she, really?

Her concern must’ve been obvious, even through her blank expression, because Hart just laughed.

“From what I saw during our fight, you’ll be more than fine. Scholaris looks for talent, not skill, and I don’t think I’ve seen a mage as interesting as you. Trust , you’re a shoo-in.”

Prota nodded slowly. That made sense. She slowly resud munching on her pastry.

However, as one problem left her mind, another entered it. How was John, who’d been passing off as an adult this whole ti, going to go with her?

“Scholaris is a wonderful place. It’s not just young people there. I have senior students who are younger than , and there are first-year students who are older than . Trust , there’s nothing to be worried about. They just care about your talent and skill,” Hart continued, finishing her advice.

Prota blanked out. How convenient. Just as she’d been worrying about sothing, the answer had been revealed to her. It almost seed orchestrated, sohow. She closed her eyes and frowned. Orchestrated. Sothing about that rang a bell.

“Well, I suppose it’s normal to worry,” Hart said, misinterpreting Prota’s frown. “For now, you can just take it easy.”

~~~

As the week went by, Prota was sure that sothing unusual was going on. She just didn’t know what that sothing was. John was getting up early, for one, which was unusual in itself, and he never bothered to stay for breakfast. He always rushed out the door and ca back late at night.

Initially, Prota hadn’t been too bothered by it, but as ti passed, she grew more and more curious. What was going on? Curiosity turned into concern, which then turned into anxiety. Where was he going? Was he getting himself involved in sothing dangerous?

After a full six days, she knew sothing was up. There were bags under his eyes, and he was changing quickly without letting her see anything. Prota had been spending ti with Kit, practicing more magic in secret, and had been visiting the library in her free ti, but John was never there for any of it.

She was also thinking about her birthday. She’d only rembered because it’d shown up in her system. She wasn’t sure why it’d shown up in her system, but it’d been there, so now she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Last year, John did sothing special. It wasn’t much, but in Prota’s eyes, it’d been the greatest gift she’d ever received.

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Was he going to do the sa thing this year?

So on the day of her birthday, she got herself up early just to make sure. Just to see if John had sothing different going on.

“...John?” she called out as she opened her eyes. She could hear him getting dressed.

“Oh. You’re up? I’ll be back later, so go have fun today, alright?”

Before she could even say anything, he threw his hoodie on, the symbol on his back fading in as he ran down the stairs. Prota walked over to the window to see him running off sowhere. With a heavy heart, she sat down on her bed.

Maybe nothing was going to happen this year.

Now that she thought about it, John wasn’t the most thoughtful of people. If he’d forgotten, it wouldn’t be all that surprising. Besides, he did everything he could to help her in other ways, right? So sothing like this was nothing. One day out of a year wasn’t anything special.

She told herself these things, but it didn’t make her feel any better.

~~~

“Seriously, you said this was gonna take three days! What the hell?!”

“Watch your mouth, you punk,” the old lady growled. “How was I supposed to know that thieves would be targeting that shipnt?”

John had gotten to know her a lot better over the past few days. For one, her na was Lillium, and the royal family had employed her for over fifty years. Her expertise in her craft had made her a na for herself, but unfortunately, with fa also ca so downsides.

“You can’t do anything about it? Tell the king, for one?!” John exclaid. “Seriously, you can’t just ask for so guards? Is that so hard?”

“You wanted this done, so you’d better put the work in for it! Besides, if I go to the king, I’ll have to tell him what you did, and neither of us wants that, right?”

John had gotten mixed up in what he’d called “a stupidly convenient series of events.” The situation was anything but convenient. This was a codically ridiculous situation.

The first day, he’d shown up just to look around. The old woman seed annoyed, but she let it slide. Lilium had ordered a special rune to integrate into Prota’s cloak, one of self-repair. It was a rune that wasn’t commonly used due to its incompatibility with higher levels of defence, but since John had said that repair was more important, Lilium had gone and ordered it anyway. So, the first day was spent chatting away.

The next day was where everything had gone wrong. It’d just so happened that a group of roaming thieves had been looking for that specific rune at that very ti. Upon hearing that it’d been stolen, John had offered to go get it back. He’d successfully retrieved it, leaving a sowhat bloody ss in the process, but he had ample experience cleaning his tracks. Besides, he was sure that explaining things with the king would clear things up if necessary.

Unfortunately, the thieves still wanted that rune. And so they’d been trying to attack Lilium’s shop every day in an attempt to get revenge.

“I’d like to analyze that weapon you use, by the way,” Lilium said as she stitched together the cloak.

She was almost done.

“Seriously? You’re bringing sothing like that up now?” John complained, peeking out the reinforced windows.

He’d found out that the old shack was quite secure. While the wood looked old and flimsy, it was enchanted with nurous defensive properties, and the windows had similar enchantnts on them, making the place practically impervious to anything smaller than a cannon. A cannon would work, though. John knew because one had smashed through a window just the other day.

Day after day, the attacks didn’t stop. The thieves weren’t the best fighters, but they weren’t bad, either. They’d gotten into the small shop multiple tis, brandishing knives and swords in an attempt to claim what they believed to be theirs.

“Ah, you young’uns,” Lilium muttered. “I wish I still had your vigour.”

“You’ve got enough vigour to yap all day, so shut it,” John grumbled.

“Have you no respect for your elders?”

John flinched as she threw a sandal at him. It wasn’t the first ti she’d done so, and both of them knew that neither ant the words they said. Still, their insults were those of fondness rather than criticism. They’d bonded over the past few days, mainly because of the fact that they’d both been put into a scenario of life and death.

“You’re almost done, right?”

“Yes, yes! Will you leave alone?!”

John peeked out the window again. Soone was approaching. At least, that’s what he felt. It was just a feeling of “instinct,” sothing that felt off. There was nothing other than that, but this “instinct” had saved him multiple tis in the past week.

“Hey. Get down,” John said quietly as his gun appeared in his hand.

Lilium nodded and crouched down below her table, then pressed a button, sealing it shut. She’d managed to stay unscathed like this.

John paced back and forth, his thumb tapping the hamr of his weapon. He was waiting for the intruder to enter. It wasn’t that he was looking forward to fighting or killing or anything, but the faster he dealt with them, the fast Lilium could get back to finishing the gift. It was already Prota’s birthday, and while she hadn’t said anything about it, he’d rather give it to her today than not.

Suddenly, there was a short gust of air. It was barely noticeable, but it was like a strong gust to soone like John, whose nerves had been on end for a while. He whirled around and ducked, barely avoiding a sharp dagger that’d been aid at his head.

“Where are all the others?!” the masked elf yelled, jumping out from the shadows.

“Argh, seriously! Just leave us alone!”

John’s eye began to glow as he fired his weapon. All six shots missed, but that didn’t matter. The swords he’d used against Diaboli appeared in his hands, and while the elf had been able to dodge the shots midair, he couldn’t dodge the blade. Both swords ran through his body, pinning him against the wall. With a sigh, John pulled out a knife. Now that he was on the verge of death, the elf’s mana reinforcent would be weak.

The swords in the body vanished, and it dropped to the floor. John lifted it with a grunt and threw it into his pocket dinsion, then pulled out so cleaning agent and got to work on the bloodstains.

“Really? All this over a self repair rune?” he muttered as he scrubbed away.

A rattling noise told him that Lilium was coming out of hiding. He continued to clean, but he didn’t turn to face her.

“...I know I’ve said this already, but you really are a strange one. Are you sure you’re not so psychopath serial murderer?”

“What? No! Where did you get that idea?”

“You’re so… so comfortable with this,” Lilium said gruffly, getting back to work. “Killing is never supposed to be easy. But you’re doing sothing strange. You’re not just letting them go, are you? I won’t ask where you put the bodies, but-”

“Don’t worry about it,” John sighed, getting rid of the last of the blood. “And stop calling a youngster, alright?”

“What are you if not that?”

Lilium sighed and threw another sandal at John.

“Where do you get all these sandals?” he complained, but the old elf didn’t respond.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke.

“It’s done.”

John turned around and looked. The cloak looked exactly the sa, patched up and worn, still white in so areas but a little stained in others, but…

“You fixed it.”

“Well, obviously.”

John reached out slowly and grabbed the cloak. The fabric felt softer sohow, silkier and smoother. He checked it inside and out. It was still the sa cloak.

“Watch this.”

Lilium picked up a knife and threw it at the cloak. John flinched but then opened his eyes as he heard a clanging noise. The knife had fallen to the ground, the cloak unhard.

“It’ll reflect most minor physical attacks like this. It’s resistant to heat and cold as well. The temperature function is still in place. If sothing does rip it, it’ll heal. Big rips might need so patching, but… it’s done.”

She picked up Prota’s staff and handed it over.

“This, too. The mana storage function has been expanded by quite a lot. This one was no issue at all. It should be easier and lighter to carry now. By the way, where did you find this?”

“Uh… I just bought it off so stall. Why?”

“So stall…” the old elf muttered, rubbing her chin. “No matter. It’s nothing.”

“Thank you,” John said, bowing in respect.

Lilium flinched. She was surprised the boy had any manners at all. Still, she couldn’t show weakness in this last mont.

“Yeah, now get outta here! You’re bad for business. I can finally ask for so guards, and they’ll take care of the rest, so scram!”

John nodded hurriedly and dashed for the door but stopped as Lilium called his na out.

“Oi, sonny. If this is a gift… the receiver sure is lucky to have you.”

“...thanks.”

~~~

It was getting late, and John still wasn’t ho. Prota wasn’t worried, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointnt. She tried to console herself. It was fine, right? If he missed her birthday, it wasn’t like anything changed. John was still John. She would still love him. He would still love her. Besides, she’d never celebrated his birthday, right? So maybe this was fine.

Despite telling herself things like that all day, she couldn’t help but feel distressed. She knew she was acting spoiled, but she couldn’t help it. Sothing like this was important to her because her birthday was the day everything had changed. It was the day John had beco family. And so surely her birthday this year would be just as important.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore. She ran down the stairs and out the front door.

“Prota!” Hart called out, getting ready to go after her, but Destiny put his hand out.

“She’ll be fine. I think sothing’s going on between the two,” he said quietly.

“What? What makes you say that?”

“John is usually with her. She gets a little stressed when he’s not around, and I think he knows that. So for him to be gone for so long is…”

Hart nodded.

Prota, unaware of all this, was still running in John’s direction. He wasn’t very far. There was a shopping district not far from the castle that sold various high quality goods and services. Hart had taken her there once, just to look around, but that visit was now coming in handy.

John was on the move, but she’d intercept him. She needed to know. What was he doing? Where had he been these past few days? She used mana reinforcent and wind magic to run faster. She wanted to see him. To hug him. She wanted today to an sothing, even if it was just a little sothing. It was already four in the afternoon.

She wanted to hear it. She wanted to hear John wish her a happy birthday. To smile, even if that smile was fake, lift her up, give her a hug… she wanted sothing peaceful. Sothing quiet and nice.

Sothing with just the two of them.

Suddenly, her body yelled at her to move. She leapt out of the way just in ti to avoid a steel-tipped arrow, its head narrowly missing her leg.

“I thought you said no one was coming this way!”

“I didn’t check this path! The only people coming from there are royals!”

Two hooded elves erged from the bushes, swords drawn. Prota eyed them suspiciously. What was going on? Why was she being attacked?

“Hey. You. Go back ho. I don’t know who you are, but you’re clearly not an elf, so scram.”

Prota frowned ever so slightly. There was no way in hell she’d co all the way here just to turn back now.

“Hey, are you deaf? I said move!”

“Man, you’re helpless. Stupid kids like her need to be taught a lesson.”

The elf walked up to her, swinging his sword side to side. “Hey, little girl. When an adult tells you to do sothing, you do it, alright?”

There was no response from the little girl.

“Hmph. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. There are punishnts for bad children like you.”

Prota’s legs bent as she readied for combat, her hand instinctively reaching for her staff, only for her to realize that she didn’t have it anymore. Right. John had taken it. Why? No, that didn’t matter right now. Her eyes glowed as she opened her mouth, ready to chant a spell, but both parties were interrupted as a third elf ca running.

“Go! Run! He’s killing us all!”

“You’re telling you can’t deal with just one idiot human?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but he’s mopping the floor with us!”

“Tsk… what about our stronger mbers?”

“They didn’t think it was worth it to co! We just have C-ranks!”

There was a loud crack, and the nervous elf ducked. “Let’s get the hell outta here!”

“Without the rune?”

“They don’t have it anymore! It was already used up! He’s not attacking anyone that isn’t attacking him, so let’s just get the hell out of here!”

Prota’s eyes widened. The dot on her map was getting closer and closer. She could hear sounds of yelling and fighting coming from further down the road, and saw soone being bogged down by half a dozen people, flashes from so kind of weapon going in sync with echoing explosions.

“Get the hell off of !” a familiar voice yelled, audibly exhausted.

“Tsk. Let’s just fight him here!” the elf threatening Prota said, forgetting all about her. “We can steal the thing he made. Surely that’s worth more, right?”

“You idiot! It was the rune we needed! Are you dense, or what?”

John ca into view, running as he held two things tightly in his hands, firing wildly around him. His head was spinning around wildly as he fired shot after shot, but his gaze stopped as he saw soone familiar standing right in front of him.

“...Prota?”