The Breathing Treasure (Merome)

Travel 3

soo I decided to upload this even though its so short. the next chap shud be in the train alr lmao

welp, its super not fancy but yeahhhh enjoy :D

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Walking through the night had never been so easy, because all the zombies with cold intentions become the cold itself. All it could do is to run away, far away. A beam of red peeked out from the mountains, and the sun began making its way up the sky.

Upon reaching the tent, Mitch immediately jumped on Jerome, laughing and smiling, and being himself, as usual. Chim stiffened up at his will, but laughed when he was told about his identity.

They quickly gathered the cobble, as well as the bed, and walked off towards the next destination ; lunar hill.

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The bottom of those tall azure trees are pitch black. However, the new addition to their team seemed to make creatures of the night shoo into hiding.

Taking out a torch, it easily illumimated their way. However, Mitch was starting to look around their surroundings.

"Biggums..."

Looking at the boy, he gave him a look to say that he was listening.

"Enimaell,"

Taking a deep breath, the bacca caught onto the scent of fur. A falling hair seemed to prove it.

Well, actually not a falling 'hair' but a falling freaking ball of fur.

It plopped softly on the bacca's head.

Reaching to his head, he felt a soft tuft of hair.

Brown, slightly white on one end.

"Bacca fur, eh?" Brice asked, though he already know the answer. "Heard that a wild one is dangerous,"

Chim smiled.

"I don't think they will come near with ill intentions,"

"You'll never know, ready your weapon,"

As they took out their weapons, Jerome heard a howl. He turned just in time to see a monkey-like creature pouncing on Chim.

Punching him off, chim wiped his face.

"How di-"

More baccas rained down on them. They were visibly shivering, but if they actually pursued, that means that they are stronger than even Jerome.

Jerome growled, sticking Betty out in a stance.

Chim took out his overpowered diamond sword.

"How did they suppress emotions?"

"They must be thinking good thoughts,"

The baccas growled, but did not attack.

Jerome wielded betty, moving closer to the pack. They held their place, growling.

The others followed suit, and Ant frowned. This is really familiar.

A loud howl sounded from behind the pack, and Jerome was struck with realisation.

Dropping betty, the others stood shocked.

"Jerome?"

He whispered to the first one in the line.

There was silence except for the exchange of foreign words.

After a while, the wild bacca nodded, signalling for the rest to follow. Mitch picked betty up, and the rest followed cautiously, weapon in hand.

As they walked deeper into the jungle, they went into an underground canal.

The leader pointed at a small animal in the middle.

They rushed forward, looking at it.

"Its... a baby?"

"A baby bacca!"

It is pale, greenish in fact.

"This was why they had no ill intentions and were treating us badly, I guess," Jerome muttered. "They were protecting their baby,"

Seto walked up, holding a potion of instant health. He slowly mixed it with milk in a bottle, and fed it slowly.

The baby clapped after it finished the milk, and the baccas hugged each other.

The leader bowed, presenting a bottle with purplish liquid to them.

"What's that?"

Seto grabbed it.

"Potion of instant death?" Seto looked at the label. "Is there even something like this?"

"It doesn't look like one," Brice folded his arms. "We have altered a potion of instant damage to extreme levels, so now its extremely potent and one whiff of it will send you to hell,"

"How did they get it?" Ant asked, looking at the liquid. It churned as Seto swirled it in the bottle.

Brice shrugged.

"In any case, we got to move on,"

Seto placed the potion into his bag, and ran after his friends who were moving at a considerable high speed.

"We can use the potion on the army, right?"

"We are going to," Jerome smiled at his friend when he raised his eyebrows. "Don't break it or we all die,"

"O-okay!" Seto squeaked.