I open my palm and close it, revealing the blade that until then was only a tattoo on my hand. I put it in a corner of the room.
I raise my hand horizontally then I open my palm and I slowly close it. As I close it, the landscape around me is covered with a multicolored energy and transforms. I find myself in a world of multicolored energy holding the handle of the blade. In front of me, the silhouette of a beautiful young woman appears. The young woman holds part of the long handle of the large blade. Little by little, the energy dissolves in the air and I find myself in what seems to be the inside of a house.
The young woman releases the blade and I try to hold it back. At this moment, I feel the immense weight of the blade that I immediately cancel.
"I am unable to carry this blade in that state." I notice stunned by the strength of this woman. "So much strength in such a small body. She even prevented me from bringing the blade back to me."
The young woman looks up and looks.
"If I'm not wrong, because I confiscated your blade, you didn't even have the decency to reduce its mass." Says the young woman who obviously did not appreciate this gesture. "Showing chivalry will not hurt you... On the contrary. It might even get you the favor of a beautiful lady."
"I'm not sure you're human, so I don't see any reason to spare you." I answer trying to acquit myself of all guilt.
The young woman crosses her hands in front of her, raising her generous breasts and looks disappointed.
"A woman invites you to her house and that's how you respond to her kindness?" The young woman asks, looking me in the eye.
Those light brown eyes that contain a touch of innocence captivate me. I finally realize that the atmosphere is totally different from what I have experienced in the last few days. Insecurity and doubt have been replaced by a calm and peaceful atmosphere.
The young woman is indeed beautiful. Very beautiful even. She is tall and rather thin. I wouldn't say flat, far from it. She has very beautiful curves and a very slim waist. Dark but slightly light skin. A long face. I had rarely seen someone so beautiful.
"This woman ... Is she really human?" I wonder.
Such beauty could really be of this world? I had seen her several times with Énama, on the day of the funeral and even two days before, but I had never taken the time to look at her as I look at her today.
She is wearing a little sleeveless dress with flowers at the bottom. It suits her so well it looks like it was sewn for her. This little dress struggles to contain her above-average feminine attributes.
"You are really beautiful." I say without even realizing it.
Which brings a sincere smile to the young woman who lowers her hands and looks at me as if she wanted more.
"Keep going! Maybe you'll make me want to help you." Says the young woman.
"She may be very beautiful, but I definitely don't like her big airs." I say to myself a little irritated by her reply.
This brief moment of irritation gives me the lucidity to stop staring at this wonder of nature. The spell finally lifted, I look around and see a lake through the window. The wooden house in which we are standing sits on the edge of a lake. A simple decoration but visibly done with care without excess.
"I have more and more doubts about this woman." I say to myself. ''Everything around her strives for perfection''
''Beautiful house.'' I say to restart the conversation after a brief moment of silence. "If you are neither Énama's girlfriend nor his accomplice, what role do you play in this story?"
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Broken World - Part I - Awakening of the Beastmaster - #8CCMay24
FantasyBindzi Émana, the only son in the Émana family, who has always lived a carefree life under the protection of his parents, finds himself confronted with the harsh realities of life following the disappearance of his parents. This life turns out to be...
