Crystal Sight (Empires SMP fanfiction) (ON PAUSE)

Mythland

Location: Mythland

I completely disregarded Scott about going to Gilded Helianthia first, instead heading to their neighboring Empire, Mythland. 

I had bad memories of the place, though. I had almost been kidnapped and turned into a slave for rowing ships in Mezalia. I had barely escaped with my life, vowing to never come back.

But it was better than trying to recruit Gilded Helianthia, an empire of less than two hundred people. At least Mythland had an army.

I swiftly walked down the cobbled streets, stopping in front of a guard.

"Do you know where emperor Sausage is?" I asked hesitantly. He nodded sharply, motioning to the door. 

"Inside, getting drunk." he grunted, making me realize it was a tavern. I nodded my thanks before walking in. 

I almost immediately singled out Sausage even though I had never seen him before.

He was standing on a table, tankard in hand and staggering around. Mead sloshing out, dousing a few pour bystanders. I was honestly surprised he didn't fall off. The entire tavern was gathered around, cheering and pounding the table. I resolved to wait until the next day when he was... less drunk. In the meantime, I sat on a bar stool and ordered myself a round of the world famous Mythland Mead.

"Yar not from 'round 'ere, ay?" the bartender asked.

"Nope. Just passing through." I said. He nodded, sliding a tankard to me. I paid with a handful of Amethyst crystals. He frowned but took them anyways. I took a deep drink and immediately understood the hype behind the mead. It was absolutely amazing. 

Some drunk dude stumbled up next to me, the sharp smell of fish and liquor radiating off of him. I tensed up. 

"You look like a... wizard or somein. Mind if I buy ya a drink." he slurred. I shook my head, forcing a smile.

"Nah, I'm good. I need to stay sober. Just this'll do." I said quickly, thinking that was the end of it. But then he put his hand on my shoulder, gripping tightly.

"I said, let me buy you a drink." he said, a hint of warning in his voice. I pushed a bright, pained smile.

He gave me an expecting look as I emptied my tankard in a single gulp. I sighed, examining the cup. I shook my head.

Then I nailed him in the side of the head with it, immediately rendering him unconscious. The entire bar erupted into fighting. I motioned for the bartender.

"One more round." I said, ignoring the chaos around me.

.  .  .

I staggered out of the tavern sometime later, mind buzzing. I quickly cast a simple spell to clear my brain. I shook my head, ducking into an alleyway and sitting down. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. Even this far south the nights got extremely cold. 

I produced a red crystal from my pocket and after muttering to it for a moment, I tossed it to the ground. It's warmth immediately started chasing the chill from my bones. Sighing, I laid down, resting my head in my hands. Gandalf curled up on my chest and fell fast asleep, purring in his sleep. I stroked behind his ears gently. 

"Girl." a voice said to my side. I immediately held my staff up, pointing it in his direction. The old man held his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling.

A white beard rolled down his wrinkled chin, a pair of blue, gentle eyes set in his face. He wore frayed jeans and a simple dark grey T-Shirt that read TFC on it. I could hardly see his eyes through his bushy eyebrows. I frowned, sensing no ill intent from him.