"Estaw cee?" a deep masculine voice asked.
Denis' gaze swiftly darted to his side, where a trio stood. The first, a tall and distinguished man with a complexion as rich as polished mahogany, possessed a magnetic pull that transcended borders. His hair, a raven cascade that mirrored the depths of a moonless night sky, framed a face adorned with eyes of warm cinnamon hues that seemed to hold ancient secrets. Though his features bore no resemblance to those of Denis' homeland, the man exuded an aura of foreign allure. He was dressed in a black sweater vest layered over a crisp shirt, accented by a black necktie and a belt adorned with delicate chains.
By the man's side stood a young woman, her locks a cascade of golden radiance that shimmered like spun sunlight, perfectly complementing her amber eyes that sparkled with a gleam of untold tales. Her complexion, akin to freshly fallen snow, radiated a luminous beauty that captivated Denis' gaze. Clad in a combination of a laced white dress layered beneath a brown ensemble, cinched at the waist with a belt that harboured a sheathed sword, she presented a striking contrast of delicate femininity and hidden strength.
Completing this enigmatic trio was a man of pristine beauty, his fair skin akin to a luminescent pearl that glowed with an inner light. His locks, a platinum waterfall that nearly melded with his complexion, provided a contrast to his chocolate-brown eyes. Adorned in a white shirt paired with a sweater vest and cream trousers, his attire shimmered with a celestial elegance that seemed to echo the radiance of distant stars. A harmonious ensemble that accentuated his entire being, it left Denis in silent awe.
"Oh!?" Denis gasped, surprised by the man.
"E-estaw cee, nien?" the man with almond skin reiterated, asking if Denis was alright.
"There was a dragon! A dragon!" Denis shrieked, his eyes on the verge of popping out.
"Ui dragon?" the man with almond skin repeated, raising a brow.
"Yes, there was! We need to get out of here!" Denis panicked.
"Afolicee! Afolicee. Hig nufueth oundastoundao. Var lencca estaw habrrien?" the man said. Hold up, what language was that? Surely, he was telling Denis he couldn't understand him and asking him what language he was speaking.
Somehow, the man with almond skin sounded like he was speaking a different language, something Denis hadn't learned. Obviously, it seemed like they couldn't understand each other.
"W-what...?" Denis muttered with uncertainty.
The man exchanged glances with the girl with amber eyes and the guy with platinum hair flanking him briefly before fixing his gaze on Denis. "Varer estaw lefis?" he inquired. Clearly, he was questioning Denis about where he was from.
Denis' eyes trembled as he pondered what their language could be. Out of all languages, he assumed the man was speaking Spanish. "H-hay un dragón! Habia un dragón!" Denis stammered. Is his grammar even correct?
"Ethar pareseth dath taw nuhagi aprenderthi nues lencca an. Luthig precas ui wisorg fara ui sober, wiaj," the man stated calmly, raising a brow. If there was something he was saying, surely, he was telling Denis that he hadn't learned their language yet, and he would have to ask a wizard to make a spell for them. "Wisorg!" the man called out to a random wizard on the street.
"Did you just say 'wizard,' sir?" Denis asked.
A wizard with a long white beard and blue robe approached them. The man with almond skin and the wizard conversed, their soft murmurs reaching Denis' ears. Despite not understanding a word, Denis had to listen to their exchange. The man then handed some cash to the wizard, and the wizard faced Denis with his staff.
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The Universe Beyond Ours
FantasyTransported into an unfamiliar realm, Denis d'Avillio DeVitt, a boy consumed by hopelessness, must escape the clutches of an evil warlock and seek his way back to his universe with the help of loyal friends. While in search of meaning in his life, D...
