Forest - Chapter 12

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Orlando is a thirteen year old boy with short hair, wearing a sort of black and red uniform with clearly visible gold details, yellow shoes and a reddish cloak. He wears a very normal traditional mask on his face, on which there is the well-known diamond which represents, according to ancient stories, the realm from which he comes.

Sentinekka also has that diamond on her mask, but it has strange colors: white and orange. No realm has decided to have those colors. Are those the colors of her "village"?

The color of the Isle is simple white, the Prairie is yellow, the Forest is a really dark green, almost similar to blue; the Valley has a sunset red color, the Desert a greenish mixed with bright yellow, the Vault has blue with orange details... And the Eden is unknown.

Orlando is from somewhere in the Prairie.

There should also be a classification of the villages of each realm - well, except for the Isle since it is now literally uninhabited - but Ojtaro doesn't remember anything about that.

«So, where are you going?» Orlando asks the duo, embarrassed by what happened.

«Valley. You will come with us» Ojtaro declares, determined. He won't leave that guy alone, it's not in his nature.

He doesn't know how do people abandon the weakests ones like that, but it makes him rather disgusted.

The newbie smiles and blushes at the thought of having found someone reliable. «Thank you» he says.

Ojtaro gives him a proud smile, and then snaps his fingers to attract the attention of his traveling companions and indicate an exit from that little paradise: clouds leading to an infinite cream-colored sky.

Sentinekka doesn't hesitate for a second to give him her hand, and Orlando immediately imitates her; the group, therefore, starts flying.

Look at the sky, you who are here. Can't you see those three colors moving in front of us? They are three cloaks of three different colors: dark magenta, red and brownish. They fly gracefully towards the Valley of Triumph, knowing that one of them will disappear in a day.

It's the brown one that will go away, but he will be back soon, I know it.

Oh, well, for now let's keep them quiet, all together, as they should be. 

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