A Cleric's Journey

Ch.1 Fighting a Hydra

My name is Morgiana. I am a half-elf Cleric. I wear plate armor, carry a wooden shield, and a long spear. I have studied in the arts of healing and Supernal, the language of Angels and Demons. A group of adventurers came to my village and insisted on as many clerics to join their adventure party as possible. I stepped up to join.

"I'll join." I say, proudly.

The leader of the party looked at me.

"How many healing spells do you have??" He inquires.

"Around ten." I reply.

"You haven't been in training very long, have you??" he inquires.

"I have been a healer since I was ten." I say. "I am nineteen now."

"I see." He says. "You may join."

I walk to the party and several members welcome me.

"I'm Dan and I'm a cleric." Dan says.

"I'm Steve and I'm a paladin." Steve says.

"I'm Amadeus and I'm a beast master." Amadeus says.

"I'm Chris and I'm a Wizard."

"And a thief." Dan adds. "Be sure to watch your stuff."

A giant comes forward and sits down.

"I'm Tiny and I'm a hill giant." Tiny bellows.

"I can see the giant part." I yell.

"I want at least one other cleric." The leader says.

No one stepped forward.

"Leader, there are no other clerics in this village, other than my Master."

"Okay." He says. "You may call me Senpai."

"Sen what??" I ask.

"Brendon." He says.

"Good to know." I say.

We leave my village and start on our journey. We come a crossroads. I've heard there are a ton of crossroads, so I didn't exactly know where I was. Chris was up to something.

"Chris, what are you doing??" I ask.

"Checking for magical traps." He replies.

He proceeds to check for them.

"No magical traps along any road." Chris says.

"Good to know." Brendon says.

"Brendon, what's your class??" I ask

"I'm a wizard, who uses guns and magic." He replies as if I should have known that.

"What's a gun??" I ask.

Brendon whips out a gun and shows it to me.

"This is a gun." He says simply. "This kind is called a revolver. It shoots six rounds."

"Oh okay." I say.

"I'm going to check for normal traps." Dan says.

"I'll help." I say.

"Okay." He says.

I go with him checking for all of the usual traps. trip wires, branch covered pits, rope to catch your ankle, or anything else.

"Nothing's here." Dan says.

He almost falls into a pit, but I help him up.

"Thanks, Mor." Dan says, grateful.