Mythical Book #1

Chapter 14

Paige sighs loudly while lying awake in her bed, 'That was a lot to take in. Chaos, the sword or Kirukyma I guess, the Ancients...I got some answers, but also now more questions! Is that why I have this slight pounding in my head? Or, because I drank too much.' A rooster crows in the distance indicating the new day. 'Ugh, then my reactions...oh my lord, I acted like such a fool. All that ale! I didn't drink that much, did I?' Paige wonders, then her theory of having too much to drink is confirmed when she leans up. Quickly she falls back on her pillow from the hangover, punching her in the head.

With a long grunt, Paige slowly leans back up, using her wings to help to push herself up and forward. At the same pace she turns to sit on the edge of her bed. 'Oh, how nice, they have a complementary pitcher of water and some cups. Probably for this exact reason,' Paige muses and fills a cup, then holds it with both hands. She stares at the water, and then casts a spell her mom taught her that changes water into an ailment elixir. 'I do like that hint of raspberry flavor. Mom's special touches in the spell...I miss you mom, I hope I didn't embarrass you too much,' Paige thinks as her hangover fades away immediately.

Paige, perkier now, bounds into the washroom to get ready for the day. 'I better go see if anyone else is awake yet. Perhaps, I can apologize better, and then start the day fresh after that.'

Quietly, she opens the door and peeks out into the hallway, 'No one is there.' Paige exits her room then looks down over the second-floor mezzanine rail, 'Hm, still no one. Not even the Dwarf tavern owner is awake.'

Paige stealthily steps down the wooden stairs, trying very hard to avoid the squeaks, and only succeeding half the time. Once at the bottom, a loud billowy snore rockets from behind her. Startled, she quickly turns and sees, "Oh my lord, it's just the dragon."

The Grand Master is curled up, fast asleep in the corner on the floor, with an almost empty wine cask in one hand and four empty ones drunkenly spilled about him.

'I'm getting hungry,' Paige's stomach grumbles and barks, 'I wonder if Dwarf culture is similar to Elven culture, to where, as long as I pay, I could help myself and make some breakfast.' Paige checks a pocket in her pack, then pulls out a coin purse and opens it to see if she has enough to pay for a meal.

Suddenly the tavern door bursts open, "GOBLINS AND TROLLS!" a middle-aged farmer Elf stumbles in, yelling.

Surprised by his dramatic entrance Paige spills her coins onto the floor.

The dragon shoots up awake so quickly it causes him to snort a small ball of fire out his nose. With quick reflexes he notices it and catches the fireball in the half-empty wine cask that he was holding, putting out the flame.

As Paige is collecting her coins, she picks up on the people in the tavern:

'What is going on?'

'Who said Trolls?'

'Oh My Lord we are going to die!'

'What is all that ruckus!'

'It's a little overwhelming!' Paige stops and tries to focus from their anxiety, fear, and panic. Room doors then start flying open as people run out afraid and confused.

"Where?" the Grand Master asks.

"Over at Ol' Esker's farm, just outside of town," the Elf says, hiding behind the bar.

"Good lord, lad, they ain't here in the tavern! Now, pull yourself together," Kalla tells the cowering Elf as she is calmly walking down the stairway. Bannick is following behind her, while finishing putting his shirt on and sheathing his daggers.