This chapter took a bit longer to co out because I had to restructure it, as the original ended up being around 16 thousand words.
I split the chapter in two to avoid breaking the flow of the next chapter, which should be longer than usual, like this one, which has 7 thousand words.
Sorry for the delay.
Well, in (P)(A)(T), the arc has already ended; there are also 3 chapters ahead in Devas's story and 3 chapters in Hunter's story. If you want to support or just enjoy my stories, you can go there.
If not, I still appreciate you reading my stories!
That said, good night, and happy reading!
(P)(A)(T)/CalleumArtori
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"How co, the Fae are a myth! :O!," Millia seed almost indignant, well, as indignant as a little green ball of ten centiters could seem.
Still, she seed indignant.
But it was an excellent question, what the hell was this about the Fae being a myth? I hadn't found anything about them in Terraria outside the dungeon, but I also hadn't actively searched for them, so I thought it was a coincidence.
But if Dylan, the guy I knew who had the most knowledge, said they were a myth... Sothing was wrong here.
"A myth, you know, a bedti story, an old tale, sothing that dates back many, many years," Dylan explained after reading what Millia had written.
Everyone else seed to agree with the guide.
"How old?" I asked.
I knew I lacked so common knowledge, so history lessons here and there, so I wasn't quite sure what to expect...
"Since the first story," Dylan continued, seeing my confused look. "The great war, the war against the naless that happened fifteen thousand years ago."
... But the number being fifteen, freaking, thousand years wasn't sothing I had in mind.
Even worse, "The Naless." I didn't even need to think to know who held that title.
"FIFTEEN THOUSAND YEARS!?" If Millia could shout, I was sure she would have shouted.
Even the way she wrote the words had beco more "shaky," as if her entire body was in shock.
Fifteen thousand years... Millia had said she knew the Empress of Light and the fairy realm, which for Dylan, and apparently for all of Terraria, was a myth, sothing from an old legend...
Millia said she had stayed in the garden for about a week after her mother and "Aunt Alice" left, until one day, after she went to sleep, she woke up and I was there, or at least that's what she thought had happened.
How long were you sleeping in that garden, Millia?...
A seal, a protection, that's what the garden was, I already knew that, but sothing that literally locked Millia out of the passage of ti I didn't expect...
Worst of all, Millia was smart, it didn't take her a second to connect the dots and figure out that sohow she had "slept" for centuries.
Seeing that Millia was trembling in shock with the information, I picked up the little sli from my shoulder and held her in front of my face.
"Millia, calm down, it's okay, it's all right..." I tried to make my voice as calm as possible, conveying reassurance. "Let's look for information on what happened afterward, but first, try to calm down."
My attempts to calm her worked in parts, as she had stopped shaking, but still seed anxious. When did I learn to read her mood, I didn't know.
"I won't lie and say I understand everything that's happening," Dylan said after seeing calm Millia. "But anything, just ask , I'll help as best as I can." Although he said he didn't understand everything, he had realized that his words affected Millia.
I nodded in gratitude without verbally responding. I'll ask him about this "First story" later, for now, we had other things to deal with.
"Do you want to rest or sleep, Millia?" I asked the little sli. The others looked at the interaction with various levels of confusion in their eyes.
As much as I preferred Millia to be the one reading the book, so I wouldn't have to explain why the hell I could read a language from fifteen thousand years ago of a species considered a myth, it wasn't sothing I wouldn't do.
If she wanted to go rest, I would read the book quietly.
"No..." Millia swayed her body from side to side. "... I'll read, just... it was a shock, but I'm fine..." It was clearly a lie, I knew it, Millia knew it, everyone knew it, yet she put on a strong front.
"I already expected that sothing had happened, just... To have confirmation... it was... Well, I need sothing to occupy my mind." Without waiting for a response, she jumped from my hand to the hood of the Humvee, where I had placed the book.
"Which page do you want to read?" The little sli asked. "Or can I start from the beginning?" Taking a step forward, Gilbert was the one who responded with a gentle voice, realizing that Millia had been affected for so reason.
"Here, let show you, little one." He opened the book to a page, one already at the end of the diary. The reason he chose that page was apparent, as it had a vivid image of the Deerclops.
Or at least what looked like him, from what I rembered he looked like. A giant humanoid deer, larger than I expected him to be if the comparison with the trees was correct.
"Annabel." I called the countess before Millia started reading. "Can I borrow this book later?" I asked. If what Dylan said was right, this thing was fifteen thousand years old, which was frankly, absurd.
How did this book survive all this ti? Damn, how did no one from WinterHord find this book in the library before? No one cleaned the place?
WinterHord wasn't even fifteen thousand years old, it was about four hundred and sothing, damn, how did this thing end up here?
These two things, without considering the situation we were in, made want to read the entire book, not just the pages with the Deerclops.
I'll take the hit to my wallet and use Analyze: Item on this book too, in case there's sothing I might miss unintentionally.
"Sure, but if you discover anything, I just ask that you tell what you found later." I nodded in agreent.
With the countess's confirmation and no one having anything else to say, Millia began to read.
Since she couldn't speak, only shape her body into words, I took it upon myself to read the words she wrote.
- [May 22, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"After these strange spatial anomalies appeared, every day seed endless, missions upon missions without rest; today had been no different. My battalion was tasked with investigating one of the spatial anomalies that had arisen, this one in particular, had erged in the snowy mountains."
Millia stopped translating at this point, not because the text, let alone the page, had ended, but because her body couldn't stretch any further.
Sohow, I could sense that she was embarrassed about it, and if she had blood in her body, she might even be blushing.
Forming back into a little ball, Millia resud translating the book.
"... I didn't know a single soul who lived in that region or would want to live there; the cold was unpleasant, the location even worse, the place being at the tip of the continent. The journey there would be long, months... I could already hear my wife's screams when I told her about it..."
Again, Millia had to stop to reshape herself before continuing the translation of the text.
- [June 3, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... The journey here had been smooth, almost two weeks of pure nothingness. Of course, this was ignoring the occasional attacks from beasts, but that wasn't even a concern, especially now that our leader had changed for this specific mission. The guy was insanely strong, which made wonder why this change in this mission and why he wore a complete suit of armor, showing no skin."
"Did he just jinx himself?" Robyn murmured from inside the Humvee that had its doors open.
"Shh!" Selina put her finger to her lips. "Don't interrupt; it's rude to disrupt a reading." I don't think that applies here, but okay.
No one else seed to hear this small conversation, not even Millia, who was in my left hand while I held the book with my right hand.
Light Calendar? The current calendar was the Terrarian calendar; I didn't know this Light Calendar, and from everyone's confused looks, they didn't either.
- [June 10, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... It's been a week since I wrote here, well, nothing happened again, which seed to be making our leader, whom I found out holds the rank of general, uneasy. One of the soldiers had gone to ask him why he was like this, and the answer was: 'It's too easy, too calm; I feel like sothing is going to happen.'"
Everyone was completely focused on the translation, paying attention to the words I was saying.
Dylan was the most focused; the guide at this mont didn't even seem to blink, putting his full attention on the words Millia was writing and my voice.
Well, I guess a report from fifteen thousand years ago, from a soldier of a race that supposedly was a myth, was enough to make Dylan look like a statue.
"... I can't say I felt the sa as the general, but from what I had seen of the man in these weeks, he had good instincts, so I won't doubt him; I'll stay alert and warn the rest of the team to do the sa..."
Millia created a little hand and turned the book's page, just before continuing the translation.
- [June 28, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... The general's prediction was right; sothing was wrong. I didn't know when it had started; at first, we thought it was the wind, but the closer we got to the mountains, the colder the environnt beca, the more certain we were that it wasn't the wind but sothing else. Whispers that wouldn't let anyone sleep properly..."
Everyone, or almost everyone, around frowned, wearing different degrees of serious looks after hearing that phrase; it was to be expected.
lissa, Darnell, and Annabel in particular were the ones with furrowed foreheads; the three of them having heard those whispers already.
Hallucinations.
"... These last few nights have been hell to sleep; no matter what we did, the whispers wouldn't stop, even covering our ears didn't work, even magical protections seed to be ineffective..."
- [July 3, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... The whispers stopped, finally! The general had perford so kind of ritual, asking for a blessing from the great queen, which, to everyone's joy, worked, making the whispers stop. I swear, if that infernal noise had continued for one more day, I would have lost my mind. FINALLY, I CAN SLEEP!..."
"I know that feeling..." lissa muttered while Darnell, who had arrived monts ago accompanied by the guard I presu Annabel sent to fetch him, and Annabel herself nodded in agreent.
I didn't doubt for a mont that she knew; her look when we arrived in WinterHord was that of soone about to commit a cri.
- [July 4, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... I woke up in the early hours today with the screams of one of my comrades. He seed scared, desperate, while trying to escape from sothing that no one could see. The general or the only one who had ti to react, realizing that it wasn't just stress affecting the man and that he was genuinely under attack..."
I think I know where this is going... Judging by everyone's looks and the heavy atmosphere that seed to settle, they did too.
"... It happened out of nowhere, before the general could reach the man, try to help him, the man had been split in half, cut and torn apart by invisible claws and teeth that shredded his body in seconds, if not less. I'm used to battle, injuries, but that... That was one of the worst ways to die that I can imagine...."
"Did any of you see an hallucination attack soone?" I asked, looking at the three, Annabel, lissa, and Darnell.
From the description, the hallucination had torn the soldier along with his armor, armor that I was almost sure had runes and Mystical Symbols combined.
Either hallucinations fifteen thousand years ago were stronger, much stronger, or they could ignore the protection of armor, both options were horrifying.
"I did." Darnell was the one who answered. "It was similar to the description in the book, but the armor the soldier was wearing protected him, allowing him to react before being killed." His voice was heavy, probably recalling the scene.
Okay, the option of hallucinations being stronger back then seems the most likely, but I won't rule out the possibility of them being able to ignore armor defenses, or at least part of it.
Now, why hallucinations were stronger in the past I wasn't sure, but I had so theories, the most likely involving a certain wall that sealed the world...
- [July 5, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... After Jui'u's death. A na I discovered after we perford the rites for him, the entire battalion had been on high alert. We hadn't seen what attacked the man, not even the general had seen it, whatever it was, could beco invisible and had absurd lethality..."
- [July 6, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... Again, I was awakened in the early hours by soone's screams, this ti, everyone reacted quickly, especially the general, who before I even opened my eyes fully, had appeared next to the man screaming and literally threw him away before attacking everything around, trying to hit the invisible enemy..."
"... The general realized that he hadn't hit anything even before the man pointing in a direction and screaming even more with a crazed look: 'There, she's there!' - The general had attacked the place the man was pointing at before he even finished the sentence..."
"Ten silver coins that he didn't kill the hallucination." Selina comnted quietly to Robyn.
"Shh!" Even without looking directly at Robyn, I could see her vengeful smile. "Don't disrupt; it's rude to interrupt a reading." She even repeated the sa words Selina had said to her before, but still responded.
"Foolish bet, of course he didn't kill the hallucination." She seed sure of that.
"... The general seed to have hit nothing; only after he imbued the sword with the light of the great queen did his attack seem to have an effect, and a horrifying scream echoed throughout the camp. It was the most horrible noise I've heard in my life; I don't even want to try to describe it, the sooner I can forget it, the happier I'll be..."
From the low "damn" I heard from inside the Humvee, it seems that Robyn regretted not betting that this "general" would have killed the hallucination.
Still... "The light of the great queen?" Was the Empress of Light this great queen? She had already been ntioned twice.
Once when the general asked for her blessing to stop the whispers, and now, with this light...
I knew she was strong, but was she so kind of goddess or sothing? Blessings weren't exclusive to gods, but they usually were the ones who gave them...
- [July 10, 839 - Light Calendar.] -
"... After the second attack, the atmosphere throughout the battalion was heavy. The only one who seed able to attack the invisible monsters was the general, the only one who could see them as well, thanks to the light of the great queen blessing him. I didn't envy him, not after hearing the description of the monsters..."
"... 'Living shadows without souls, created from malice seeking malice, sins. Insects crawling in another plane, affected by madness and insanity, coming from outside, from another world...' The number of shivers I felt hearing that single sentence made the cold atmosphere around us seem warm..."
It was a good description for the hallucinations; I couldn't describe them better, actually.
I didn't know what kind of vision this "The light of the great queen" gave to this so-called general, but I felt that anyone who saw the hallucinations would have the sa impression of them, no matter how they saw her.
"Want to take a break, Millia?" - I asked the little sli.
I didn't know if shaping her body like that was tiring or not, especially molding her entire body as she was doing.
"I'm fine, not tired at all! It's even fun, it's been a while since I moved this much! :D" - She quickly wrote, seeming much more excited than before. "The story is good too, it's like one of the suspense books Mom used to read!"
Well, I'm glad she's having fun and keeping herself occupied... Well, almost that, since she didn't have a head. Occupying the core?
But it was good that she was better and not sad like before.
Millia turned the page once again before continuing, going back to the page with the drawing of Deerclops taking up a whole page.
The drawing was so detailed that it almost seed alive; it was as if the creature, its image, had been so impactful that it was etched in the mory of whoever made this drawing.
The most curious thing: the written description seed even more detailed than the drawing itself.
- [July 24th? 839? - Light Calendar.] -
"…Today, nearing the spatial anomaly, we were attacked, not by shadows, but by sothing that... That creature... I can only describe it as sothing out of a nightmare. Its presence was so colossal that the mont it appeared, erging from the forest, the surroundings seed to darken, as if the creature itself were an oppressive shadow, as if darkness itself materialized into a monstrous and deford form..."
"Anyone else feel a shiver?" - Robyn murmured in a more serious tone than before.
"Damn, yes." - Selina replied back at the sa ti as practically everyone nodded in agreent.
Even the (CHAT) had responded to the fox-woman's question, with several ssages of "Yes," "Of course," "Hell yeah" quickly appearing.
Stark even had the audacity to tell to pass the diary to soone else to read, as my voice would make the description even more tense and macabre.
I'll take that as a complint, even though I know if it ca from him, it probably wasn't one.
Why were there question marks next to the dates?
"...Then that thing opened its mouth, showing those sharp, deford teeth, and roared... The roar echoed across the fields where we were, deafening all sounds around. It must have been shock, but I could barely believe what my eyes were seeing..."
Millia stopped the translation before the description began so as not to have to cut it in half.
She really seed to be enjoying herself.
"...The creature was enormous, with grotesquely disproportionate limbs; every step it took made the earth tremble beneath its feet. The ground seed to beg for rcy, but the beast advanced ruthlessly without hesitation the mont it saw us..."
Everyone had fallen silent as I read what Millia translated, the only sound being the breaths and the Humvee engine running.
"...And the eye... that single, gigantic eye. It was as if it were staring directly into my soul, reading my deepest fears. How I hated that sensation. It was as if I were trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up..."
"...I'm sure if it weren't for the general, we would all have died right there. That's why he ca on this mission; the great queen already expected that this monster would be here, the general had co exclusively to face it..."
Millia took a small pause after quickly writing the words in sequence and continued, as if she couldn't wait herself.
"...The attacks from that thing were violent, fast; not to ntion its strange, distorted shadow, as if it were alive. Looking back now, it probably was. I wish I could write here that I helped, was essential in the battle, but no. I did nothing..."
"...At so point, the battle between the creature and the general had beco so fierce that no one else could get close; the shockwaves from the blows preventing everyone from approaching. One of these shockwaves must have hit , as in one mont, I was surrounded by my comrades, watching the general fight; in the next, I was flying towards the anomaly..."
It was like an epiphany; the mont I read the end of that sentence, an idea popped into my head, a theory of why this book was here in WinterHord.
Deerclops literally ca from another world, sothing completely different, probably from these spatial anomalies, an anomaly that the soldier who wrote this diary had been thrown into...
The next paragraphs confird my theory.
"...I must have passed out at so point, waking up I don't know how many days later, in a small picturesque cabin. I later found out that I was saved by a Terrarian woman, who found unconscious in the snow. I found out she spoke the language of the Terras...
"...It was good that we were required to learn Terra and Slimo when we joined the army, or the language barrier would be horrible. When I asked her about the battle, she couldn't answer , saying that she hadn't seen or heard any battle..."
"...I initially thought I had been thrown far from the battle, or that the spatial anomaly had sent to the other side of the snowy mountains; it was only later when I asked for directions to the Realm of Fae that I got the impression that I had been thrown much farther than I thought...
Millia wrote quickly, as if she couldn't wait to see how the story unfolded.
I'll give her so books to read later, didn't think she would like them so much.
"Terra?" - Gilbert asked, not even realizing that his voice had co out loud.
But it was a good question. Was the language of the Terrarians called only Terra in the past? Not Terrarian as it is today?
Almost the sa na, but why the differences?
"… The Terrarian woman, Tia, a kind old lady, didn't know about the Realm of Fae, calling the Fae themselves a myth, a silly story. I was incredulous, how could she not know our realm? Couldn't she tell that I was a Fae? When I asked, she replied that she didn't know what race I was and thought I was a half-Terrarian..."
"...When she said that the Fae were sothing from a story, one of the oldest legends, I almost couldn't contain myself and shouted at the woman, I didn't because I wasn't ungrateful; she had saved . I only realized she was telling the truth when I went out to look for my battalion and looked at the night sky, the stars..."
"...They were in different places than I rembered, as if they had moved... As if ti had passed... Where was I?"
This practically confirms it; this soldier had sohow been catapulted into the future.
That's why the book was here in WinterHord, why it had survived these fifteen thousand years, or these supposed fifteen thousand years.
Everyone around seed to have understood what happened, shocked.
I hadn't heard anything about magic ssing with ti; it was one of the first things I asked Dylan, he said that such magic didn't exist and, if it did, it was so rare that he had never heard of it, nor anyone he knew.
For them, hearing that soone had literally been thrown into the future must have been quite a shock.
For , it was almost like a Monday, since the stream did that on almost every mission, putting at certain monts in ti, whenever I left Terraria for another world.
- [February 2nd of year 29 - Terrarian Calendar] -
"...After months of walking, I found out that the entire topology of the continent had changed, nothing seed to be the sa, the plants, the animals, the villages... I asked for information from so villagers I passed by, none of them knew about the Realm of Fairies, the only realm they knew was a realm called Terraria... WHY IS THERE A PLACE WITH THE NA OF THE PLANET?!..."
"Dylan?" Before I could ask, the guide had already answered .
"The planet doesn't have a na, it's sothing that has always bothered , but it seems it wasn't always like this..." His voice was confused. "The planet had the na of the realm?... Actually, the realm has the na of the planet?... Why?"
Well, if the guide didn't know, then we had a problem. Because the more information I had, the fewer answers I got in return?
- [March 23rd of year 29 - Terrarian Calendar] -
"...It took more than a month to get to this so-called realm... Uhk, Terraria. Damn, who nad this? Well. The realm was located on the border, or at least where the border was supposed to be. It was a small, new realm, if the calendar says anything, but still, even though it couldn't compare to my ho, it was a beautiful place..."
"...I stayed about a week there before traveling again, looking for any trace of where, or when, I was. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if I had been sent to the future or the past..."
"The pages are torn! D:" - Millia quickly wrote with slightly pointed words, as if she was angry about this fact.
"Yeah, it seems so..." - I said, getting distracted while tapping my finger lightly on the top of Millia's body.
At this point, we could have stopped reading already, as it didn't seem like there would be more information about Deerclops, but everyone wanted to know the end of this story, including .
As different as the two scenarios were, I still sohow identified with this soldier.
"It's the last page." - I stated before Millia resud reading.
- [September 9th of year 30 - Terrarian Calendar] -
"...I spent almost two years looking for any trace or grain of information that could take back ho. It was fruitless, not that I expected anything different. At this point, I'm resigned already...
"...Well, I ended up returning to the snowy mountains. Honestly, I didn't know why I had co back, a futile last hope? Nostalgia? I don't know, I just know that I ended up returning to the place that took away from my family... I avoided thinking too much, since every ti the image of my wife appears in my mind, I feel like I'm going to break down in tears..."
Millia didn't comnt anything, nor did I, but we both noticed that the pages of the diary seed brittle, as if the paper had been wet and dried.
Tiny droplets.
"...I ended up finding the woman who saved years ago. Had a little chat with her. Good lady she was, reminded a bit of my grandmother. Ended up staying at her house in the village, helping her as I could, a repaynt for saving ... Sotis I wished she hadn't found in the snow..."
Interestingly, the last paragraph was written in the language of the Terrarians, not the Fae.
I read it out loud before Millia wrote.
"...Well, didn't think I'd be writing here again, ended up finding my old diary while organizing so things. Well, it's been almost ten years since I wrote here, but I'll leave a little warning in case soone in the future finds this old book, don't think it will happen, since, even though I'm shit with runes, I placed so that would hide it, but well..."
"...If you're reading this book, probably the thing that battled with the general years ago is back. Ended up finding the seal of the thing by chance and studied its energy a bit and managed to modify so runes to be activated when that energy is in the air, removing the illusion from the diary...
"...Here's my warning. Run. I don't know how that thing broke the seal, but if that monster escaped, go in the opposite direction of it. The general was one of the strongest Fae I've ever known in my life (At this point, I'm not even sure if he was a Fae, actually.) still, he couldn't kill that thing, only seal it...
"...Well, that's it, I won't go on much, as the page is ending and my wife and daughter should co looking for in a few minutes to go to dinner. Wish you good luck, may the spirits of light be with you..."
At the end of the diary, there was a signature, written in a small handwriting, as if the person who wrote it wasn't sure if they should really write it, but ended up doing so.
"Signed: Cael WinterHord. The last Fae soldier."
"I figured that was his last na..." I let my thoughts slip, looking at the shocked faces of everyone, especially Annabel, who found out she had Fae ancestry, sowhat close, on top of that, since WinterHord was about four hundred and sothing years old...
Even with the atmosphere around us getting sowhat tense at the end of this reading, I couldn't help but have a vague thought that ca to .
Will Annabel still lend this diary?
It was kind of a family heirloom for her now, wasn't it?...
[...]
Good news! I won't have to steal the diary while no one is looking.
Annabel said she would still lend it to , but only if she could read it with while Millia translated, and if possible, she wanted the little sli to teach her the Fae language.
Millia seed pleased with the proposal and quickly agreed to teach the countess.
To prevent Dylan from having a stroke due to envy, I offered him to learn too, since Millia was jumping for joy, as she would be a teacher and not a student, it didn't seem like she would mind having one more student.
I've never seen the man with a happier face.
Interestingly, everyone thought that the "runes" that Cael, the soldier, wrote in the diary were the Mystic Symbols, just with a different na. I didn't bother correcting them.
I'm glad I covered the runes on the Humvee with a layer of paint, as it would be complicated to explain why so of the symbols on the Humvee were similar to the "Strange Mystic Symbols," in Selina's words, carved in the diary of soone who lived fifteen thousand years ago.
In the end, with tutoring sessions in an ancient language scheduled and many unanswered questions, everyone went back to their respective tasks.
Darnell went back to patrolling, Gilbert ended up going with him, as the rchant put it: "I'll walk, just hearing you guys talk about Mystic Symbols gives a headache."
Annabel went back to the mansion to show the glasses to the Symbol Masters of Winterhord, after chatting with Millia for so ti.
lissa, Dylan, and Selina went back to trying to update the glasses they and the rest of the group would use.
Robyn kept saying that she would be the ssenger, that she would use her owl and her fox to pass ssages quickly, in case we had one.
She locked herself in the Humvee and asked to turn on the heating matrix, must have been a coincidence.
As for , I started working on two things I had forgotten.
The first one: A gas mask, which in this case I would use to be able to breathe the freezing air outside the barrier, if necessary.
I don't think having frozen lungs is a pleasant sensation.
The second thing was my own glasses, not like the ones the three were making, but glasses made exclusively for protection, since, just as I liked my lungs as they were, my eyes not being ice balls pleased quite a bit.
Funny that it was only after almost an hour with working on these two items that soone finally noticed...
"Are you wearing a tank top?" Robyn asked incredulously, her voice coming out of a small opening in the Humvee's window.
With her question, Dylan and the other two turned to , all four looking at as if I had gone crazy.
"Yes," I answered sowhat amused. "I'm training my resistance to the cold, don't worry, I'm fine. I know my limits." They didn't seem to believe much in my words, but as they saw that I seed fine, that even steam was coming out of my body in contrast to the cold weather, they didn't say anything else.
I had already adapted to the cold in a way in Kitsu, Sun Breathing helping even more in this regard, but there was a big difference between the thirty degrees below zero inside the barrier and I don't know how many degrees below zero it was outside.
The less the cold affected , the better it would be in case sothing unexpected happened... Would using Aqua's hair make so kind of cold protection accessory?
I hadn't tried, but she was a water goddess, ice was water, just, well, frozen. I'll see if I can improvise sothing, a necklace, since it would help the accessory be close to my chest, where I would need to keep warr.
While everyone worked in silence, with a few conversations between Dylan, lissa, and Selina happening here and there, I took the opportunity to read the (CHAT).
[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy]: A ti traveler. Well, almost, since he kind of got thrown forcefully. At this point, I should be used to it, but even so, so things still surprise . (Iron Man working on a computer emote).
[TohsakaHeiress]: The second magic and now the fifth. What's next, the third? Or the first? (Chibi Rin pulling hair emote).
[AdvocateOfGenderEquality]: Let's just ignore how weird Selina acted back there. Is that it?-
[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy] Deleted the ssage from [AdvocateOfGenderEquality].
[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy] Muted [AdvocateOfGenderEquality] for 30 seconds: "No breaking the code, bro."
[(MOD)RedHuntressLive]: What was the ssage?! I couldn't read it!... Okay, fine. Devas, I'm going out with the girls for the mission, we won't be able to write much in the (CHAT), but we'll watch if sothing happens! Don't do anything reckless! and try not to get hurt! (Little Red Riding Hood with a suitcase emote).
There weren't many people in the (CHAT - FATES), which was expected, since it was in the middle of the afternoon.
Dumbledore and the folks at Hogwarts should be teaching or dealing with so school issues, in Dumbledore's case.
Harry and Percy must be in class, the sa goes for Rin, who probably managed to type because she was on a break or sothing.
Sally was probably working.
The least busy, so to speak, were Stark and Kazuma, since Stark could work and watch the stream at the sa ti, and Kazuma, when not on a mission, didn't have much else to do besides watching .
With the HOTD crew busy fixing the island and Ruby and her friends going on a mission, things were calr, well, at least for them, because minutes later, a scream echoed through WinterHord.
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It was instinctive, the nightmare energy within my body surged, fighting against the energy of the scream and quickly defeating it, taking it for itself like a hungry animal.
The others weren't so lucky, as they knelt while covering their ears.
The least affected, curiously, had been the most affected before, Robyn.
She was inside the Humvee, and I had left the Humvee barriers on, in case the Deerclops scread, to test their effectiveness.
Robyn was barely affected, just covering her ears, but without any other reaction. The barriers worked better. Good.
When the noise of the scream ceased, I asked everyone at the sa ti as I directed my nightmare energy to my eyes.
"How are you guys?" I shouted, not seeing any hallucinations, the sa on the minimap, few hallucinations appearing in the distance, in the middle of the city.
No sign of the deer. The scream seed to co from afar, further than the five kiloters on the minimap.
The first to recover was Dylan, followed by lissa who got up behind her brother.
"I'm fine, it didn't affect that much," the guide replied.
"At this point, I'm almost used to the screams of that thing." lissa grunted as she sighed.
"I feel like shit!" Selina shouted back, still crouched, being the most affected by the scream.
I threw a Purification Powder pill for the Steampunker to eat while looking at Robyn, who had the fish earring in her ear.
Gilbert had given her the earring, since if sothing happened and he was far away, it would take too long for us to receive the information.
"Any changes?" I asked.
"None, still the sa." Robyn replied, opening the Humvee window.
Good news, great. Still...
"This scream was closer than the last one." I heard lissa say with a tense tone.
... The deer was getting closer; we didn't have much ti...
[…]
POV: Devas Asura (NON-CANONICAL OMAKE).
(Before the journey to WinterHord).
(I decided to make this Omake non-canonical. I'll see if I include sothing about MLP in the story later or create a separate MLP story. For now, I'll let it be sothing on its own.)
"Stark, tell why the hell the craters on the moon are shaped like a unicorn." My voice didn't hide the threat behind it. Where the hell did I end up?!
Was that a damn unicorn on the moon?
I pulled Stark into an isolated (CHAT) to read his ssages more easily.
[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy]: It's not a dangerous world... partially. I'm researching about it right now; I'll let it be a surprise, just... don't kill anyone, especially not the princess; she's innocent. (Amused Iron Man emote).
"What do you an don't kill anyone? Princess? What the hell princess?"
Stark decided to stay silent, the sa with the rest of the (CHAT), as those who knew about this world were unable to talk about it.
What kind of place was this to have such a mystery? Did they want to see my reaction to the people of this place? Was there sothing here that was so impressive?
Without more answers, I resud walking.
No matter how many of these weird wooden wolves I found, they all ran away from like the devil ran from the cross.
The sa thing happened when I found what I could only guess was a damn manticore.
The creature seed apprehensive, as if running away from sothing. When it saw , the manticore literally lost color, becoming pale, before running away.
Was everything here damn cowardly?
I didn't even bother chasing the manticore since, as much as I wanted to see how Sun Breathing would fare in a real battle, I wasn't going to hunt sothing that literally almost crapped itself just by seeing .
If the manticore had tried to attack , that would have been fine, but it didn't even attempt that.
I walked randomly for about four hours, picking so plants and seeing so animals before they ran away. This continued until the damn sun and moon decided to literally work WRONG!
The moon was in the sky without moving, sothing I had noticed so ti ago. When it was six in the morning, it was as if it had decided to go ho to sleep, running all the way to the horizon, giving way to the damn sun!
"Isn't this dangerous?" I almost shouted.
Damn, how hadn't this planet been torn apart by gravity? How was this damn thing still in orbit?!
[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy]: Well... frankly, I thought this was sothing from the cartoon; seeing it in real life is damn strange. I won't claim it's not dangerous; it shouldn't be, but be careful.
Even Stark, who was laughing his ass off every ti an animal ran away from , seed apprehensive.
MAGNIFICENT!
Still, I trusted that as misled as Stark might be, he wouldn't throw to death, nor would the stream, by the way. If it said this world was safe, I believed it.
Not that I wouldn't stay alert, especially since the damn sun was a marathon runner!
Forget physics, apparently: "Is it six in the morning? It's my ti to go to work."
It wasn't supposed to work like this, damn it!
Interestingly, after a few minutes, I found a dirt road. I was tempted to take the Humvee and drive to it, but I thought it would be better not to.
I didn't know the technological level of this planet; showing up with a huge war machine didn't seem like a good idea.
Still, I followed the road for so ti before stopping, or rather, being stopped.
The first thing I noticed was the four yellow dots coming towards on the minimap at a high speed.
When I looked in their direction, I didn't see anything. I only found those points when I looked up and saw a golden carriage pulled by two pegasus in dieval guard armor.
I had to restrain myself from pulling out my armor and Houtengeki.
I didn't know who was in that carriage, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. Still, I remained prepared in case sothing happened.
Golden carriages pulled by magical horses were usually related to unpleasant beings, like gods, demigods, and such.
I didn't sense any divinity coming from that carriage, which was good, but I didn't let my guard down.
It was only when the carriage got closer that I realized the pegasi pulling it were TINY AS HELL.
Seriously, when they landed on the ground, it was even more apparent. They were mini horses; they shouldn't have been more than a ter and a half tall.
Ponies! Damn pegasus ponies!
Had I ended up in so cartoon or sothing? A damn children's show?
To my joy, or rather, disbelief, the one who descended from the carriage was another mini horse, a purple one with a horn.
A freaking unicorn that had a ton of magic in it. I would have been almost apprehensive if this unicorn hadn't been literally the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life, maybe losing the spot to Millia.
The purple unicorn was even smaller than the guards, probably about one ter twenty tall, with large lilac eyes that looked at with absurd curiosity.
The unicorn, by the way, seed ecstatic with my response.
"You talk!" the unicorn exclaid before blushing, realizing she had shouted, lifting her front right leg and coughing into her hoof...
Horse legs shouldn't move like that; what the hell kind of joints were these?!
"Sorry, I... I was surprised. I've never seen anything like you before. I asked the guards to stop when I noticed you walking on the road."
The unicorn spoke, still slightly embarrassed. "Nice to et you; I'm Twilight Sparkle, apprentice to Princess Celestia." She, as she had a feminine na, inclined herself in a slight bow.
Strange na... Not ugly, but odd. Did this world have the sa thing as Ruby's world? "Hey! How about it. Let's na our children with nas of colors, random objects, and nas of sky phenona?"
At the sa ti, Stark sent a ssage in the (CHAT), many people sent ssages, actually, almost all with the sa information.
[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy]: She's a Pony, not a horse, it might be offensive to call her a horse, I'm looking here on Google. And... avoid smiling; showing your canines might not be a good idea. (Iron Man emote researching on Google).
Ponies... Okay. They were herbivorous animals, right? Showing that I had canines, that I ate at, didn't seem like a good idea.
"If it's not rude, may I ask what you are?" She asked, practically leaking liquid curiosity while looking at as if I were sothing mythical.
Woman, horse, pony, damn it! You're the mythical being here!
Now... how do I answer? Was she so kind of royalty? She said she was an apprentice to a princess, Celestia, and was accompanied by guards and a damn golden carriage.
While I thought, the other two ponies fell silent, observing the interaction, the sa with the mini-dragon, who seed scared of but not as much as the other animals.
Thinking about it, why were these ponies calm when the other animals weren't?
I coughed slightly into my hand, dispersing these thoughts before deciding to respond normally.
If she got offended just by that, things wouldn't go far anyway.
"Devas, my na is Devas, nice to et you, Twilight Sparkle." I tried to be friendly and smiled without showing my teeth, following Stark's warning. "To answer your question, I am human." I made a slight bow as she did.
Seeing my polite introduction, the guards seed to visibly relax, the sa with the mini-dragon, when Twilight...
"Eep!" She seed to be physically restraining herself from jumping on and bombarding with thousands of questions.
Again. Where the hell did I end up?!
[...]---[...]
Well, we've finally entered the "Beginning of the End," at least for WinterHord.
As for the chapter, well, there's so pretty important information. I've been preparing this ti-travel plot for a while now.
I won't drag it out too much, as there's not much to comnt on besides the Omake, where, if possible, I'd like to know what you think, whether you liked it or if you want a separate story without MLP's Devas, or if you want it to be canonical.
That said, good night, everyone, and happy reading!
PS: Cael isn't the only one who got kicked into the future.
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