"Zaxl, what the bloody hell is that otter thing?" Jethro asked, his mouth being unzipped by Zaxl mere moments earlier.
"That is a dobhar-chú if my eyes don't deceive me," he calmly replied.
"How are you so damn calm? That thing wants to eat us!" he shouted.
"I practice, Jethro," he replied even more calmly.
"Let's attack it!" Jethro hissed.
"Nay, Yuna will be pissed," Zaxl explained.
"Hey, otter, take this!" Jethro yelled and threw a rock at it. The creature broke it with its snout mid-air.
"Oh, hell no! Did that really just happen?"
"Yes, it did," Zaxl replied with tears in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling pity for him.
"I just miss Murloc and Calisto is all."
"I understand that, but we are in a battle right now," I reminded him.
Suddenly, Zaxl reached out his hand and cast a calming spell on the monster. It was called Somniferum. The otter got sleepy and yawned its arse off.
"You never told me you could do that!" Jethro whined.
"It's an extremely difficult spell to cast so I've been saving it
"Is that why you didn't use it on the trogs?" Jethro asked.
"Precisely, and I knew following them was the easiest option," he explained.
"Hate those things!" I shouted.
"It's a tragic life being a trog, you're born in a dungeon and never see the light. That's why every troglodyte is blind.
"How do they attack with their spears if they can't see for crap?"
"They sense heat signatures and Murloc's just so happened to capture their attention.
"I can't believe he's gone," I cried out in anguish.
"Get over it, you'll have to eventually. Don't let the sadness destroy you," Jethro unexpectedly said.
"Good point. Hey are you guys tired or is it just me?" I asked with a yawn.
"Hell yeah, I'm tired!" Jethro exclaimed.
"I think I saw a cabin nearby. Let's check it out," Zaxl yawned showing his razor-sharp teeth.
"Let's go, what's the worst that can happen?" Jethro yawned again but very loudly.
"Dunno, let's go, Z," I said motioning to Zaxl.
"I swear if something happens to us there..." Jethro grumbled, clenching his fists.
"It probably won't. Stop being paranoid," Zaxl warned.
"Fine, I'll stop," he said easing his muscles.
We walked up to the door and knocked. It was a thick oak door with the word WELCOME in all capital letters etched in the front.
Jethro knocked on the door and an incredibly pale woman greeted us. She looked ill, but when I asked her if she was feeling well she burst out in laughter and told us she was fine.
Jethro wasted no time plopping on the bed, collapsing from pure exhaustion. We followed suit.
Little did we know what this woman would do next...
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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...
