Elayne's ordinary life takes a drastic turn when she discovers she is part of an ancient prophecy tied to the mythical kingdom of Elyssanar. Guided by Solaris, a unique companion with secrets of his own, Elayne embarks on a journey fraught with chal...
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"I got it," I snapped, shifting the gear back into reverse.
I was trying to ignore the man next to me as he attempted to teach me to drive, but my patience was wearing thin. A pole, another car, and my mailbox had all suffered near misses with me. Despite the close calls, Solaris remained calm, offering gentle instructions on turning the wheel and easing onto the gas.
His unshakable composure made me wonder how I hadn't gotten us killed. Well, just me, since he's immortal or whatever.
After a while, I finally got the hang of it. Now that I wasn't driving on the wrong side of the street, the ride was smooth—almost peaceful enough to make me want to sleep. But alas, I couldn't sleep at the wheel.
Talk about unfortunate.
However, I wasn't the only one with problems.
After discovering that the portal was in a forest, Solaris admitted he didn't know the way there, only its location.
"How do you know its exact location but not know how to get there?" I confronted him irritably.
"I haven't been to Elyssanar in many years. Over time, the world has changed, but the portal still resides in its nest. According to you mortals, it is located in the Monongahela National Forest. To me, it's just a forest. I don't understand why it has such a complicated name," he shrugged.
I handed him my phone, rolling my eyes. "Just type it into the maps. We'll let the internet guide us since the bird doesn't know how to use its eyes," I mocked.
He took it and held it upside down, inspecting it. "What type of collectible is this?" he questioned.
"You don't know what a phone is?" I shot him a look of confusion.
"I have no need for this...phone. What does it do?" His innocent gaze made me laugh, nearly causing me kiss the ass of the Volvo in front of me.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, it's just that you told me you have a lot of free time during the years you've been here. I assumed you'd used technology before."
He tilted his head. "What is technology?"
I resisted the urge to slam my head onto the steering wheel in frustration. "Technology is like a rebellious teenager—always updating, never fully understanding your commands, and constantly reminding you that you're out of touch with the latest trends."
He still looked confused.
"Ugh, it's like...," I paused, searching for the right words, "it's like a magical world of all-time knowledge. You know mortals go to school to get an education, right? Think of this as a powerful book that tells you everything you need to pass a test. Only knowledge, nothing physical."
