I step through the tree's door. To my surprise, three short men make their way towards me.
"Hello, Hello, Hello", they harmonize.
Are they high... I think to myself.
"I'm Eamon Beryl, Dwarf Of The West. Pleasure to meet you" He holds his hand out but I have to crouch to shake it comfortably.
The next steps forward. Someone mustn't have woken up on the right side of the bed because he looks pissed. "I'm Bowen Calcite, Dwarf Of The East." he walks back slumping over.
The last runs towards me, knocks me over and gives me a huge hug.
"I'MSTEVEHIHIHIHIHI"
I take a mental note: Get the hell out of here ASAP
While Bowen tries to take Steve off my leg, Eamon asks what my name is. I debate whether or not I should tell them a made-up name but I choose not to and say,
"Matthias, Matthias Miller"
Everyone and everything stopped at the sound of my name . I noticed how odd the village behind us seemed without the chaos and commotion. I snap back into reality and the three midget-dwarves are staring at me with wide mouths along with every other living thing visible.
Eamon steps uncomfortably close to me and pulls my shoulder down so I'm eye to eye with him.
"Come with me. Now."
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Mythwield
General FictionWhen 17 year old Matthias Miller finds himself in an unknown place, he has to adjust to his surroundings a bit more than he thought. He discovers a strange village that would soon become his home. He has to find his friends, figure out his enemies a...
