"Get us a jar the size of a mouse!" Jethro commanded.
"Jeez, what do you need such a small jar for?"
"We caught an ancient demon and plan to trap him. After, we will cast a spell to keep him trapped for thousands of years."
"Right... all of our jars are in the back."
We went to the back and found a jar about the size of a rat.
"That is the one!" Zaxl said.
"I trust you, Z."
"Good, many would not," he jested.
"Well, they suck," Jethro said.
We went to the front and paid the man with our weapons.
"So long, scythe..." Zaxl teared up.
I saw the reflection on it and it looked like a broken Draulter.
"Wait, let me at least see your face!" he pointed at Zaxl.
"Well, okay..." he said, taking his robe off.
"By the divines, you are a Draulter!"
"Shut up before I burn you alive."
"Okay, sorry. It's just so rare to see one."
"That's because I am the last one alive. Dumbass," he snarkily responded.
"I see..." he grimaced.
"Anyway, thank you for the jar," I said excitedly.
"Don't even mention it," the shopkeeper said, bowing.
"He said thank you for the jar..." Jethro repeated what I said.
"I said don't mention it," he scowled. I could tell Jethro annoyed even him.
"We won't," Zaxl said hurriedly.
We left after that.
It was time to go back home, or so we thought...
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
