Cyd:
"So... are we there yet?"
Etzia:
"Here we are."
Cyd:
"Guess this is where we part ways."
Etzia:
"Do you have any plans, Cyd?"
Cyd:
"Probably ask around. See if anyone's seen my companions."
Etzia:
"You sure you'll manage on your own?"
Cyd:
"That supposed to be concern? You don't think I can handle myself?"
Etzia:
"Observation, not judgment. You said you're not from here. You've been living in the woods. Unseen doesn't mean safe. If you want to stay out of trouble—"
Cyd:
"I should...?"
Etzia:
"Be quieter."
Cyd:
"You mean... cooler?"
Etzia:
"...Cooler?"
Cyd:
"I'm already plenty cool. And honestly? You're not too bad yourself!"
Etzia:
"I don't know what that means. But you haven't caused a disaster. Yet."
Cyd:
"Wow. So touching. These your last words before we part ways?"
Etzia:
"I just want to be sure you won't be like the others—causing chaos for the locals."
Cyd:
"Noted. Don't hurt yourself trying to be sentimental. Take care, Etzia."
"Let's leave on good terms, yeah? A nice, respectable goodbye."
Etzia:
ignores him and walks away, eyes scanning the area to avoid unwanted attention
[At the Base]
Etzia:
"I need to report something I saw in the forest."
Rick:
"What did you find?"
Etzia:
"Others are coming into Ecral. Soldiers. Not from here, not from Astraus. They're crossing over from other worlds."
Rick:
"I'll notify the branch leader. He'll decide how we handle this."
Etzia proceeds to the portal with the rest of the squad. They return to Astraus.
Etzia is at the base, and the rest of the squad was waiting for her in the portal, and now they return to Astraus.
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[Etzia's Room, Astraus]
Etzia was lying on the couch, recovering from the mission. Her ISB pulsed—a message from the commander about the next assignment. Just as she began to skim it, she heard a soft knock on her window. Frowning, she approached.
It was Cyd.
Etzia:
brows furrowed "You're supposed to be in Ecral. How did you get here."
Cyd
"Hello there, how are you doing?"
Etzia
Etzia's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "How did you get here? You were supposed to be in Ecral?"
Cyd:
"I tried asking the locals questions. They screamed, ran, fell down, and—oddly—started throwing things. Couldn't even pick up their heat signatures."
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Life of a Light
FantasyHey! Just a heads-up-this story might feel a little rushed and has its fair share of plot holes. It's my first time writing something with script-style dialogue and pacing, so I'm still figuring things out. Thanks for giving it a chance! ***********...
