❝under their armor is a shining beacon of hope❞
A realm still suffering the aftermath of the original demon invasion. A world splintered from the core. A people frightened of the monsters that would one day rule their lands. A life ostracized from s...
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"What do you think of that guy?" Daxelle asked as they stepped back into the afternoon sun. With the dank opening to the metro behind them, color returned to their bodies.
Iaelie shrugged. "I mean, I can't tell if he's telling the truth or not. He seems genuine about what he saw, but what if it was all a fever dream?"
"That's true, the god part doesn't sound completely sane," Zadyn added.
"But what if he was telling the truth?" Avanth countered.
"Then we've got a big, big problem," Adahlia answered grimly.
Avanth sighed, "I think we need a stress-reliever." Daxelle murmured her agreement and after a few suggestions were shot around between them, they all decided to go to the local café.
When they turned the corner and the strange man was a few hundred meters behind them, the air lightened and everything was suddenly brighter.
They all entered the café set towards the center of the city twenty minutes later, every one slightly sweaty from the walk.
Avanth swiped at the sweat starting to bead on his forehead despite the chilly day. "Bro, I'm getting so fit."
"It was one mile . . . " Daxelle trailed off, shrugging. "Whatever, your accomplishment I guess."
Zadyn slid into a seat near the doorway and they filled up the rest of the chairs at the table. A waitress came up to them and took their orders, which were just assortments of drinks.
A few minutes later, the young, frizzy-haired girl came back with a tray of drinks in her hand.
"Alright, here are the strawberry smoothies, the banana smoothie, and the passion fruit juice. Oh, and the watermelon slushie." The girl placed the tray on the table and smiled. "Is there anything else you need?"
Daxelle shook her head, "No, thank you so much!" The waitress left beaming.
She took her smoothie and took a sip while surveying the room. The café had a classic homey aesthetic. Everything was dull beige and brown with bright simplistic paintings hung on the walls.
Very pretty.
"What are you doing?" Iaelie asked, watching her eyes dart around the room.
Daxelle flushed. "Nothing."
"I swear I won't judge you. I've smacked a tree named Harold after she cheated on me, it can't be worse than that."
She snickered, "My mom used to take me to eat out whenever my dad wasn't home and we always played Rate the Restaurant, just for some normalcy in our lives."
"Oh, what was so different?" Iaelie didn't seem to ask the question in a rude way, but Daxelle shrugged anyway, no longer interested in the restaurant—though not for any fault of the warrior in front of her.
