The tenth author's journal: book 2A

Chapter 7: Mortal lives

A town of humans lives just outside the forest, just beyond the border where the Garden of Promise once stood. Despite being close, I never set foot near a human. This experience may be a good mirage of an unfulfilled dream for the vain wish of living among them. Humans walk in circles, circling each other. Didn't they have orders to fulfill or training to improve their strength?

Music can be heard from the water fountain, and humans are dressed in ridiculous, extravagant, and clumsy costumes. They're dancing around in brimmed hats and satin cloaks, singing about past heroes and powerful beings like gods. Such stature is reminiscent of the book's primordial angels. They appear to be drawn to pa and ma because they are the only ones whose legend is widely known.

Pa and ma successfully keep their brothers and sisters legacy alive by using those heroes as "sons" and "daughters." I was told that I had the ability to lead like Lord Micheal. How tragic that those who stand above all must serve as their lowest servant first.

"Can you hear me, Mikhail?" Blood Claw screams into my ear, his obnoxious voice rousing me from the entrancing tales those humans spin. How terrifying to be so absorbed in oneself, especially in our current state. One mistake will cost us both our lives.

"I took my eyes from the road to find a suitable inn for us, and here you wander off." "What drew you in so deeply?" Blood Claw approaches the water fountain. "I used to believe that the stories told by the bards were true. But seeing you like this, as opposed to the heartless one in those stories. Such rational fallacies capable of weaving onto fear of the unknown," he considers.

"All lies," I said monotonously, such rage must be contained at all costs. If I use such emotion right now, it will...undo me. As they once said, I must compose myself. Even if those lessons were not memorized, there is some truth in them. Mustn't be so trusting, and mustn't cause too much trouble.

"Lies, indeed." Blood Claw hasn't noticed my emotion before; should he ask if I've confessed or if I've been taught, it would be unpleasant. I follow him to the inn closest to the town's entrance/exit. The structure is a typical stone and straw house.

"This may be the only inn that accepts non-humans." I tried to use "illusio," but the best I could come up with was dragon-like. I apologize if this causes you discomfort." I was irritated by Blood Claw's apologetic demeanor. As if I am someone who is bothered by my living situation.

"Keep in mind that the first night we spent was in an empty cave with no sleep." So, Blood Claw, if I hadn't been concerned about our living situation, I would have abandoned you as soon as we left the Garden of Promise." I scold angrily at him to stop apologizing. "And it's just heartbreaking you know when you decide to treat me like I'm someone demanding things."

"I wouldn't be surprised if someone turned their gaze solely on my power at this point." I end the conversation as I walk into the inn, leaving Blood Claw alone. He arrives shortly after, but without unnecessary comments, the silence engulfing us both before the innkeeper appears at the front oak table.

The receptionist is an elderly female human being. Her eyes are ruined by the passage of time, but her voice is kind as she asks, "A guest? "Please allow me to make you some tea." Her eyes scan us as if we were special guests, and the raucous outside noise distracts us from her integral gaze.

"No need ma'am, we've already eaten at the dinner next door," I respond quickly, my gaze softening. It appears that putting on a harmless front makes us less of a target for the locals.

"What a courteous young man!" "How do you want this old lady to behave?" The innkeeper inquires politely. Her gaze shifted to me as if she had decided to make money off of this foolish lamb.