Summoned by a man who is unknown to him, Joy finds himself in a land with majestic landscapes and maniac barbarians.
Somehow being alive in this harsh conditions he founds out about his summoner and decides to get the answers of the mysteries out o...
"Songs of diamonds Hymns of gold Let them not depath you From the wonders your mind behold."
Something tells me if I open my eyes now, my world will never be the same.
I don't identify the sound that lay on my ears, the mumbling of talks, the clanking of metals, and the muffled laughter.
I was not in class, the cold air that touched my skin already told me that. The tight fabric that belt the skin, have a rather different texture, and the place where my back lays is floored with grass.
With enough fighting, I open my eyes, they burn so much I teared before I got a good glance of the place. I rub them, now trying to see a little better.
It was a tent, I lay there in the ground, looking at my surroundings. I don't know this place, this isn't my class where I closed my eyes where I drifted to sleep during my lecture. It was a small tent, with nothing more than a chest at the corner.
When I went out from the opening of the tent, I didn't, in my wildest expectations, have seen something so strange yet magnificent.
The sky was dark but at the centre of it, the purple moon(that I suppose so) had painted a purple aura in the dark of night and the stars that surround the moon were twinkling bright, something I only saw in movies and paintings.
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When I look in the front of me, a landscape expand before me, even in the dark the horizon spoke of the never ending expanse of greenery. I was stunned looking at the hills, and the small tress in the dimlight and have been there for sometime, I think, when I heard a scream.
On the opposite of the expanse there were other tents and a bon fire, and the people gathered there. Some people were sparring with the swords while others stood at small groups and chatting.
I looked at the man who screamed, he was facing me, fear and disgust spilled on his face, he slowly raised his finger and pointed at me.
"The Zihir...." He said softly, and screamed the remaining words "The Zihir is alive!"
I looked back at the other people, the were standing up, some getting their hands at the sword, some hesitating to do something. Every face that I looked had the same colour of fear and disgust, except for the man that stood with a stoic face and the sword from his sparring. The clothes were strange. They wore crude leather clothes with very few with a good over thier head.
"What are you waiting for, huh? We may not have a satisfying meal today, but let's be grateful for that small piece we ingested, and do our actions. We have done it once, we can do it again." The unhinged person said while his eyes still digged on me. After he spoke, the other people eased up or rather toughen up and the fear vapoured away while the disgust remained. "Go! And do the action you need to do!"
