The OriginS Peninsula

Chapter Four - Into The World of Illusion

Here I speak in first for the duration of time which it is given.

For I knew not much of the aftermath that came with dealing with a monster that liveth below the abysm. Now for it to house his authority over the partial sealed dome to the world, have I kicked him out. What is the command? To bring forth his kind and seeds? It couldn't be. Clearly, a genuine poor man hath not made such entity to dwell with the creatures of the lands and seas, nor to the fowls that soar greatly within the atmosphere. Neither to the critters and crawlers before them.

My humanly body had its limit. Only it was a body of the old world which I had came from. The pain of muscles in thighs and arms was to great length. Have I exhausted every bit of courage mustered not knowing my doom ceased it's homecoming. A daring chance to do, indeed. But to know that thine life wast at stake, need I not much but for only a drop of the breath of life. For I spake that of the ongoing current of wind that blow beloweth the ankle. The push that forwards you against thine enemies. Whether this enemy is simple or men or beasts or critters or those that are below the deep.

We're in the light stream.

"An actual good glowing fairy." I presume to be wrapped in an angelic tomb that has waft into the sky. The vibrating warmth was bearable though I was sweatier than the days I had slept in my car; drenched in salty sweat down deeply into the underwear and crevices. Goodness, the night itch and stickiness was comparable to what was happening around me. Here, I was silent. My mind blank out a couple of times like the time I tested in eating jalapeno peppers, grapefruits and with a dash of salt.

"Haaaa-AAAA!!!" yelled Salamandor.

Here with my afflicted status hoping we would escape harms way, with a portion of my conscious self intact, was I aware the young summer sprite have smacked on the outer mountain wall. We were projected off course. In the state that the four of us were in, excluding the state of Manni's pets, you couldn't tell much from inside the light stream; other then Salamandor's explanation and the vision of the third eye that the sprite graciously shared with me. Yea, that was what it was called, a light stream. But hearing the summer sprite, he called it a Summer Portal.

It was a couple of kilometers from the direct rendezvous. We had crashed on top of a gang hideout uninvited, broke through the hidden sealing we did and the plains' police found their target from our courteous drop in. Fortunately for us, not arrested. I greatly detested the break in from the camouflage hills of poor men's carpentry. It was I who broke the fall and was completely knock out in the head.

In third person. This is not a story about our main saving a damsel in distress. Goodness, nope.

A blend, a half, of summer and dark storm, they have travel northwest that leads down to a gorge. From this pathway, the Horse Plains of Hagaroth welcomes them, and from it, will the frontier brings them to the shores of Sylvan. There's a traveler's route that linked to the Northern Grasslands only known to the kobolds and elvfyns. The plains' police given the group their protection services to the end of their border. Nou and the rest of her little entourage removed themselves from a Ghibli Studio military machinery. Had they thank and went, continue on the unmarked road. A tiresome travel the plain's police could see wondering if they would be alright. Had two days past enduring hardship and where these of the worst days. A song accompany.

Song Title : "A Lovely Pet" by some hobo dude (Female Version)

Don't you know that night I've founded you, when I thought you were plainly good,

I can't stand your stare when you watch me bleed, a constant smiling creed that had made me

drool so cleverly. But two weeks away, a nesh of mine broken soul realize your story.