The black humanoid figure carried a black sack as he walked alongside Gale who carried a similar bag. The two were walking along a trial in a forest, heading north, away from the human capital. The figure was humming while swinging his arms, the complete opposite of his reluctant travel buddy who hung his head and dragged his feet.
Hey, the figure said as he stopped humming and turned towards Gale. You never told your na. I cant just keep calling you hey or you this whole ti.
Gale sighed and kicked a pebble with his leather shoes. My na is Gale.
Gale, the figure said and rubbed his chin. Interesting na. Then you can call Breeze. Well be the two wind brothers. Yeah, I like the sound of that.
The only response was the crunching of leaves underneath Gales feet as the two walked along the path. Breeze started to whistle as he stretched his arms towards the sky.
Where are we going? Gale asked.
To Fuselage, of course. That was the plan, right?
Gale frowned. But the portal to Fuselage is towards the northwest, not the northeast. Arent we going the wrong way?
Dont be silly. Well probably run into civilization towards the northwest. Im not going to risk encountering another zombie. Once we hit the coast, were going to build a raft to sail across the ocean.
Is that really going to work?
It is. Youre a laborer of sorts, arent you? You should know how to build a raft.
Why would you think Im a laborer? Im the pope. Ive never built anything in my life.
What? Breeze asked and raised his eyebrow. No way. I found you in a pile of your own vomit with an empty keg of alcohol next to you. You should co up with a better lie if you dont want to do manual labor. If you really were the pope, then Id have to kill you in case you decide to summon that golden boy. Breeze pat Gales shoulder, eroding away part of his jacket.
Gales face blanched. Yeah, he said and chuckled as sweat rolled down his back. You got . I can definitely build a raft. Leave it to .
Breeze smiled, revealing his pointy, black teeth. Great, he said. Ill be counting on you. The sooner we build that raft, the sooner we can get away from these damned undead.
The two continued down the path, eventually exiting the forest and entering an open plain. Breeze squinted his eyes and stared down the horizon. The shores over there. Well have to assemble the raft here and carry it to the coast.
The two reentered the forest to gather materials for the raft. Breeze cut down trees by eroding away their trunks while Gale gathered vines to tether the logs together. Why are you so afraid of the undead? Gale asked as he attempted to lash two ill-fitting logs together.
? Afraid of the undead? Breeze asked. Weve already been through this. Im not afraid of anything.
Gale sighed. Why do you want to go to a different continent to get away from the undead then?
Thats easy. The undead are totally creepy and unnatural, Breeze said as he dragged another log over to Gale. Dont you think so? If theyre dead, then they should stay dead and not bother the living.
Gale stared at the mass of tornted souls in the shape of a human in front of him. Yeah. I guess youre right, he said, enunciated each word. It would really suck to wake up to an undead being serenading you while youre hungover. I cant even fathom how terrifying thatd feel. I completely understand where youre coming from.
Im glad you understand so well, brother, Breeze said as he passed Gale another vine. We should speed things up before night falls. I bet the undead will be more active at that ti.
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Vur held Tafels hand as the two sat next to each other on a cushioned seat in a wooden carriage that was being transported by an undead horse. A glowing sphere of light hovered in the air in front of the two, illuminating the small cabin. The full moon was visible through the window of the carriage.
Tafel sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her head on Vurs shoulder. Her face was slightly flushed as her fingers traced the veins along the back of Vurs hand. Vur smiled and rested his head on top of Tafels.
This is degrading. Absolutely degrading, a voice said from the golden sphere in the air. I refuse to do this. I will not be used as a lamp for two love puppies. I have important things
Vur glared at the glowing sphere while emitting so of his aura. The voice stopped talking as the sphere trembled in the air.
Tafel exhaled and snuggled closer to Vur. I wish today would never end, she said. A tear ford in the corner of her eye. Vur squeezed her hand in response.
I love you, Tafel whispered and raised her head.
I love you too, Vur said as he looked into Tafels eyes. The two leaned closer to each other before locking lips.
The golden sphere flickered and disappeared. Thats it; Im leaving, a voice said. I hope you overexert yourself and die while you make babies. Youre never going to see ever again. Have fun on your honeymoon. Goodbye. The snogging couple completely ignored the god as it left.
Back in the Vault of Spirits, all the white crystals simultaneously shattered, filling the room with a golden smoke. The smoke condensed into a shining golden figure. It gnashed its teeth as it stomped out of the vault.
First he eats , then he uses as maid. Finally, he degrades and turns into a lamp?! ARGH. The spirit punched a hole into the wall next to it. Im through with him! Ill run away to Fuselage. If he chases there, then Ill run back here! Id like to see him try to catch .
The figures ear twitched and it froze. The formations been broken, it said and frowned while creasing its brow. It hesitated in the hall. Eh, screw it. That guy is way too troubleso for to deal with. The king can play with him instead. Ill just spend my days in leisure. The figure nodded its head as it continued out of the building.
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