«...»
To think that I have to waste another half an hour to let the girl fully settle down. In the meantime, I cleaned my partner (sword) thrice on my way to cleaning it for the forth time.
I can't blame her, being forcibly kidnapped would cause trauma even for adults, even more so since she seemed to be only a bit older than Art, about the same age as me.
Art sat next to her, comforting her, I realized how bizarre of a scene this made. A four-year-old boy tenderly patting the head of an elven girl in the back of a carriage as four bloody corpses were being devoured by beasts just next to them.
—«W-What happened to those bad guys?»
The elf sniffled, her voice coming out a bit nasally.
I was thinking of telling her the harsh reality to make her stronger mentally but while I was debating thoughts in my head, Art answered her instead...
—«Er... they ran into a very unfortunate accident.»
...Yeah, accident of meeting with us.
She studied the hesitant expression on Art's face with the raise of a brow, only to look back down and whisper,
—«Serves them right»
Looking closely at her now, I couldn't help but notice the huge difference between describing her appearance in writing and her appearance in reality. She carried all of the necessary features that would allow her to blossom into a beauty later on in the future.
With long gunmetal gray hair that I mistook for silver in the sunlight, the girl's disheveled state couldn't mask the innate beauty that she seemed to radiate from her pores.
A pair of gleaming teal eyes shaped like perfectly rounded almonds quivered as her perky nose was so red from crying that it matched the color of her rosy lips. While all of her individual facial features seemed to be carefully molded gems, on the fair creamy skin of her face that was the canvas, it brought her features into a surreal, almost phantasmal work of art.
Of course, this was me just observing her from speculatively as an author who enjoyed beauty in the world of fantasy.
Art helped her up to her feet before speaking.
—«Those people that tried to kidnap you aren't going to chase you anymore»
Then Art continued...
—«That being said, do you think you can make it to your home by yourself?»
—Smack!
—Stumbled
—«Ow! What was that for!»
I smacked Art not so lightly and looked at him with a 'Are you serious?' looks.
I looked at the elf then at Art and said...
—«How about we escort her home? You know the way right?»
My first part of my sentence brighten her up until the second part of me sentence entered her ears.
—«...»
She looked down without answering...Aww, her ears really drop when she's sad, Elves are really interesting. I should take note, it will be a useful resource for me as the author.
Art then asked while I was intensely focusing on her ears movement like a weirdo,
—«How long does it take to get to where you live from here?»
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TBATE | Author's journey
FanfictionA TBATE fanfic writer suddenly found himself in his own fanfics as the main character. He was just a person with no fighting experience but with the cheats he kept in the story, he will definitely make his way towards the peak of the world. I do not...
