Silent Ruler [DNF]

Chapter 3: Favorite enemy

When George woke up, he found himself in a rather comfy bed in what he assumed was some sort of hut. An irresistible itchy sensation suddenly appeared on his nose, however as he was about to scratch it, he noticed the restrains around his wrists and ankles, tying him to the bed. One half-hearted effort later and he'd given up. He wasn't getting out of them.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" A cherry voice asked.

George's eyes darted to the opening of the hut and found the owner to the voice. A guy with messy brown hair, grey eyes, and a knitted shirt with tons of color that George, of course, couldn't see properly.

George kept his gaze on the mysterious guy with furrowed brows. "When I what–"

But his sentence got cut short when a shorter guy stepped in. A white bandana was tied around his forehead with raven-colored hair falling over it. His expression not nearly as friendly.

"Already flirting with the outsider... You're hopeless, Karl." The ravenette muttered while glaring at the other.

The brunette rose his hand defensively. "I'm not flirting, it was just funny considering he fell like fifty meters."

"Yeah whatever."

"Don't be jealous, Sapnap, you'll always be my favorite idiot."

"I'm not jealous!"

"You so are!"

"I'm no–"

George's gaze travelled between the two strangers as they argued. Eventually had George gathered enough courage and cleared his throat to get their attention. Both swiftly switched their focus to him.

"Eh, is there a chance that you two could help me?" He dared to asked and glanced at his arms and legs. The brunette, whose name's Karl, sprinted to his side and easily unfastened George who mumbled a quiet 'Thank you'. Karl flashed him a wide grin before grabbing ahold of George's hand and began leading him out of the hut

"Right, time to meet the rest." George did his best to keep up, but his legs were still sore from fleeing the guards. The glares he received from Karl's "favorite idiot" didn't go unnoticed either, which only made his nervosity worse.

It'd been dark when he fell, and he'd been rather occupied thinking that he'd die to notice anything. That's why the sight he faced as he stepped outside totally exceeded his expectations. Holes in the ground allowed light to pour beautifully into the cave, highlighting tons of rippling streams that all lead to a small pond. The pond grabbed George's attention. It was placed right below the biggest cave entering, most likely the one that George had fallen into. In the middle of glass clear water was a tiny island with one single three growing. Its branches reached seemingly every corner of the cave. It was the most magnificent sight George had ever seen.

He let his gaze travel around the cave and spotted about a dozen people. Laughter bounced against the stone walls and the atmosphere seemed calm and inviting. A lot of curious looks were thrown his way as Karl gave him a tour of the cave. However, George was in such awe that he barely heard a word of what Karl was telling him. They surpassed small farms, fireplaces with benches around them, and even a few animals were seen. Everything was also seemingly built around the pond with the big tree, and it created a lovely harmony with nature.

George could've believed that he'd died and entered heaven. Although, that illusion shattered when he detected angry voices. His attention was directed towards the biggest hut. Shortly after he saw a tall blonde guy, dressed in a green robe (or at least he thought it was green) storm out of the building.

Their eyes met for a few seconds. The blonde's eyes were filled with rage. An older man followed shortly after and placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, but the guy pushed it off.