Fantasy Story: 1.1 - The Forgotten World

Fantasy Story: 1.4 - The Last Land

Larion was sucked into Yavanna, a place greatly similar to his prior entries.e., strange and unwelcoming. Although, this time no one would search for him purposely to kill him... well, that's what he thought at first. He would only die if he took a wrong step or no step at all. There was a path in front of him, filled with sticky water. The water was dirty and muddy and if he stopped even for a moment, he might get absorbed in it. That's why, he had to move constantly and carefully.

There was one spot that was attracting his attention frequently. A place bubbling up vigorously. By the time he got near it, the bubbling became more feisty, and not even a second later, it turned into a whirlpool. Larion was cautious so he jumped quickly away from it. If he had been a second late, he would be swirling inside and sucked into it.

But there had been one miscalculation, there was not only a whirlpool but also a swift tornado rising. Larion was violently running in the water away from the following tornado or else he would be thrown off to the sharp trees. Suddenly, he came up with an idea! Sometimes, to avoid the bigger problem, you have to face it prematurely. So, he did the same.

Instead of running away from the trees, Larion ran towards them and climbed a tree. He held the branches strongly till the time tornado calmed down. Later, Larion climbed down the tree. He was good... at least, that's what he thought. Before he could rest another whirlpool arose. This time it was a different location.

He couldn't understand why there were so many whirlpools. But whatever it was, there was no time for leisure. He tried rushing to the opposite side of the tornado but he lost balance and fell. The tornado was getting bigger and bigger, reaching almost near to his feet. When Larion fell, along with him, his book also fell out of the bag. The magical book was safe from the wet mud due to the protective magic so Larion need not be worried about it. However, there was no time to be clumsy. He picked up the book at once but saw something unlike. The book was glowing, particularly a page. He opened the book and saw a spell highlighted on it. Larion could easily read the spell because he had deciphered its language before.

"Amiora Senguska" He murmured. As soon as he finished, he was teleported to a place far away from the tornado. He realized that it was a teleportation spell.

"This could be a great defense!" he thought.

He was thankful as his life had just been saved. He said the spell again and again but nothing happened. Maybe, there was a condition to follow or there was a countdown after its use.

He wanted to spam the teleportation spell. After all, he had to cross great distances finding a deadly creature in this deadly water. The creature he was trying to find was a Water Tack, an animal that was guarding the key to the next location. However, Larion didn't know what it looked like and where to find it. So, Larion had to look for it everywhere, and for that, he needed something like a teleportation skill.

There was one more problem regarding Water Tack. He was not sure whether he would recognize it based on heard description of his appearance or not. As the fairy described - it was a frog-like amphibian with piranha-like teeth. The sharp teeth were used to spit venom and it also had poison on its skin. So, the description made it a very strangely-looking animal with a very deadly ability.

Without help from the book, he walked and walked for a long time. There was no sense of time so he assumed he had spent some hours. But actually, it had been almost a day. Larion was extremely hungry and his legs were getting heavy. Under the water, he could feel greasy grass wrapping around his legs. He wanted to sit somewhere but there was no bench or a tree to rest. He was in a desperate situation. This place again turned out to take a toll on him. He felt to reached nowhere. He looked everywhere but there was neither a Water Tack nor a gate.