Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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They had to circle around the outskirts of the southern side of the village to avoid the harpy detection. They couldn't use the same route they took. They have a child with them. who can act randomly and unthinkably during their sneaking act. They couldn't afford the risk of getting spotted. They had to find another way back to the courthouse.
"Uncle, I'm tired," said the little girl. Jogging around and sneaking away through narrow alleyways from the harpies was not an easy task even for adults such as Aden and Maeda. They already got halfway to the courthouse.
Aden looked around scanning the sky and the surrounding area —no harpies. He found a secured furniture parlor with intact windows and a door shut tight.
"Let's take a break for a while." Aden brought Jasmine to the parlor. He reached for the handle door and opened it. He looked up, the rooftop was also intact. The harpies wouldn't be able to find them here.
Jasmine sat on the couch, a bit dusty but still comfortable. Maeda sat on the wooden floor under the shut-in window beside the doorway. The window had gaps. Enough to peek out.
They took a break for a while and Aden wanted to ask a few questions to Jasmine.
He was amazed, he still couldn't believe they were able to find the girl unharmed in the mansion where the harpies were looming in the neighborhood.
how Jasmine got there undetected and how she stayed there until Aden and Maeda found her raised quite some questions. As if there was an invisible hand guiding and protecting her.
"I was in Madame Ruffle's mansion where I found Fluffy— dead," Jasmine sobbed as she revealed her story. "The mean flying women spotted me and chased me so I went back home. There, I met Batsy and winged lady."
"The winged lady told me to stay in the wardrobe with Batsy while she pulled away her friends from the house," said Jasmine. She was still in grief holding tight Fluffy's collar.
"Whose Batsy?" Aden raised his eyebrow.
"He is a winged lady's friend. He is a bat. a bat with black wings. A size of Fluffy. With little horns and blue eyes."
A winged lady?
a harpy helping a human child?
A bat? with horns and blue eyes?
A bat with a harpy?what is she talking about?
Aden thought about what Jasmine just said. She was full of riddles.
Maybe she is talking about a harpy. but a harpy who helped a human child away from the harms of other harpies—and A bat doesn't have horns and blue eyes.
"This is confusing," Aden murmured. Maeda noticed.
"Never mind," Aden waved his hand. Jasmine sat by his side. She held Aden's hand tight.
