+++ Prisilla's Perspective +++
I noticed Alfy wasn't around when I came downstairs from my cat nap.
Rafy was supposed to keep watch over him, but the rascal slipped by while she was waist deep into reading.
Gah, I swear that girl could finish books in the stomach of a behemoth.
Swift was honestly also supposed to keep a look out, but he ain't nearly as good at keepin an eye out when he's drinking. Humans I swear.
Truth be told we pinned a tracking tag on him, so we weren't really concerned... well, that's not entirely true: Sylvestra was worrying her pretty little head off, but we thought it was fine.
"It'll be fineeeee, comeee on, he's this a way." Swift slurred as he half-drunkenly lead us outside and down the streets.
"But... what if he's hurt, what if he's gotten into trouble?" yeah Sylvestra was a mess.
"The cities in the Avenstron territory are quite safe it should be fine," Donovan persuaded, "The gates are closed so he couldn't have left the city, furthermore he's only been gone for a few minutes at the most. We will find him in no time, he couldn't have gotten far."
Donovan, ever the voice of reason.
"Sylvestra," Rafine began meekly, "I apologize, this wouldn't have happened if I kept a better eye on him."
"Yeah uhh," Swift slurred, "me toooo."
"Come on now, save the sorrys when we catch him." I purred.
Anyways we got a tad more worried when Swift kept walking for a few minutes but the hairs on my neck really stood up when we turned into the slaver's neighborhood.
It wasn't that slavery in its entirety was illegal here, it's just that this part of town dealt with the more... unscrupulous merchandise, no place for a toddler, how the heck did he even get here on his own anyway.
Ah wait.... it's starting to come together.
"Swift..." I snorted.
"Yeah, I know," he whispered as he sobered up, "Donovan. Prisilla and I will go on ahead."
"Wait, let me go as well!" Sylvestra cried.
"That's fine. Rafine and I will catch up."
As I stretched my legs I made a small jab at Donovan, "Avenstron cities are safe huh?"
"I... sorry."
After the short exchange the three of us bolted off into the sour smelling district. We stayed in silence turning into alleyway after alleyway. I was surprised Sylve wasn't screaming profanities at us, I guess getting married changes people.
Ah, dangerous topic, I should stop before I get too curious.
Couple more minutes later we rounded into a dead end.
"Swift are y-" but before I could finish Sylvestra cut in.
"Swift if you've lost the trail to my baby, I swear you're not waking up with all your limbs intact." A dangerous glint reflected off her blades, hooo boy, there was the Sylvestra I knew and loved.
"I'm rather attached to my extremities thanks," he pointed downwards to the steel latch that was connected to a hatch to the city's labyrinth, I don't like where this is going, "Closest entrance to his location."
"Mmmmm, isn't going there without permission illegal or something." I leaned against my great sword, "but I doubt Sylve will care at this stage."
"Swift." she gave him a dangerous look.
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An Average Reincarnation
FantasyA nameless soul, with bits and pieces of knowledge from his previous life but not the memories of who he was, is born in a world he does not recognize. This is the chronicle of his journey. A typical reincarnation novel, but I really tried to craft...