After a relatively peaceful albeit, boring, and repetitive 3 days in spending time making his temporary home more spacious, and comfortable for his stay on this foreign world. As he went along doing his morning routine of going to the pond, brushing, and cleaning himself. Being careful as to not contaminate his only source of water, Lucius returned to his camp and took out a bag of readily made food that only needed to be heated.
As Lark spectated Lucius do his morning routine, he couldn't help but say aloud almost begging. "You know Luke. You really wouldn't need to travel a long distance back and forth just to clean yourself up. I keep offering you to learn magic, with my teachings alone, you could quite easily reach the level of an Grand Maester in 10-20 years!"
After hearing Larks complaints he groaning looking tired as he said. "I do this to train my mind and body, I'm still not used to this place and some kind energy that is seeping or constantly touching my skin, going out in the woods and keeping myself busy can help stop this."
After Lark heard Lucius's denial to his "That's a shame to hear, but there will come a time where you come to me and ask to teach you magic. That is an inevitability for every otherworlder."
With Lucius ignoring what Lark said about magic, but as he heard what Lark said to the end Lucius then suddenly become more interested. "There are other people that aren't native to these words? So me and my friends are not the only ones that might be the only people from earth?"
As Lark heard Lucius's question, he suddenly felt dumb, and stupid. Despite saying that he would guide Lucius in his stay at Lenius, not even a week in and he already failed. After a short pause, the embarrassed Saint answered. "Well of course yes. I seem to have forgotten to mention a few days earlier so might I clarify. You and your fiends aren't the only ones who were pulled into this world, people from other worlds too, as everyday. The tablets you see are the ones that bring these people here, they act as a beacon. More specifically as their souls and spirits wander too close to Lenius that once Lenius grabs or at holds a fragment of your soul, it will pull you a pull so strong. That it can pull a soul no matter how strong."
"You should have told me that much much sooner. But then again, what's the use of knowing that now me and my friends are here?" Lucius said as he went and grabbed his bow, arrows, some kind of tool with a cylindrical shape, and his handgun. After Lucius finished fetching equipment he deemed to be needed, he took a step into the forest, with a note in hand, and a pen. As he walked he drawed on his note, mapping out the path he took, not forgetting to place marks on the surroundings that connects with what he mapped out.
As Lucius walked he noticed that the only sounds he could hear are his steady footsteps, and twigs breaking beneath him. "You're awfully quiet." said Lucius when he noticed Lark silence himself from after a long periods of time.
"well, it's been a couple centuries when I last left that damned altar. This has been the only time when I last seen a new scenery from the old and same view for the past 2 centuries. I must admit, I apologize for the unfortunate events that now lead to your current circumstances."
When Lucius heard the Self reflecting saints reason for his quietness, he answered saying. "My anger still hasn't disappeared but give it time and it will. And I have learned to forgive even before I arrived here, and besides. There is no benifit if I hold it against you, as we will be spending a lot of time together."
After the self reflecting Saint hear Lucius's word he responded. "You're right. And the past is in the path. What matters now is what's ahead of us. Speaking about what's ahead of us, some 200 meters to your left is a deer." trying to change the subject.
"Your vision is extraordinary, I guess when you were alive you placed a lot of features on your new home? Said Lucius as he made his way over the the destination that Lark revealed.
Boasted The haughty Saint when he heard Lucius's surprise. "Naturally. I was once called the Saint of creation for a reason. It would be strange for me to not put any efforts on my new home. If you still remembered, I said that this ring has the ability to store, and protect the wearer from most about anything."
While Lucius listened to what the Saint had to say, as he ventured along the forest. To the direction that Lark mentioned to him, he spotted a deer. But it wasn't like the deers he used to hunt back from his former world. Though the species were most definitely the same, this kind of deer was a large one. That appeared to be as large as an elk, not feeling secure, and not wanting to risk his prey running away. Lucius advanced slowly spying on the old buck with his monoscope.
Cautiously he spied on the old stag, while Lucius took the opportunities that he could exploit to get closer to the old buck. Slowly Lucius arrived closer and closer until he was only some 30 meter away from the old deer. As he spied on, Lucius noticed that old buck lay down. With the old buck most probably tired and taking a rest, feeling the opportunity may never show itself. Lucius took a stance, and took aim on the lying stag.
As Lucius took a sight of the old deer soon enough, he fired his arrow to the direction of the deer, aiming for its head. And as the old deer heard a whistle in the air. It immediately looked at Lucius direction. But it was too late as the arrow hit its eye, piercing through it and into the brain. Quickly ending its life.
With Lark watching the whole thing, he couldn't help but be amazed at Lucius's ability. However in his mind there was a better way, easier way Lucius could have hunted the deer. "Well done Luke. But in my mind hunting this old stag. Now that I take a closer look, could've been a new magical beast in 3 months time would've been a lot easier if you learned magic. With your talent alone you could quite easily reach to be a Grand Maester in 10 years. That kind of talent other Sorcerers in this world would kill for!"
When Lucius heard Larks voice, and again urging him to learn magic from him. He couldn't help but doubt himself, if the voice he keeps talking to is just an imagination of his mind. Or the so called Saint of Creation isn't actually a pigment of his imagination. And everything from the beginning was true. While Lucius dragged the carcass of the old stag, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath. "Is this really a dream?"
After hearing Lucius's whisper, Lark then finally found the reason why Lucius kept delaying or outright denying the topic about magic. "I see now. Your mind is still in denial and in utter complete disarray. Well let me tell you child. This isn't a dream this is your new reality. If my quietness will help your chaotic mind, then I will"
When the Saint said his statement what followed the after was a quiet trip near the pond to clear the innards of the old deer, to prepare it for preservation. And as Lucius went along with his business he said aloud. "I'll ask you to teach me when the time comes." when he didn't hear a response from the voice in his head after a short pause. He again continued his actions.
After being quiet for a few short minute, Lark answered sincerely and softly. "Sure Luke, ask me when the time feels right for you."
Soon enough, Lucius finished butchering and skinning the deer. As he looked over to his side, the sun began to set, making sure that he grabbed all possibly edible parts and leather of the deer. He set off back to his camp, smoking and trying to see if he could make the skin of the deer usable as leather. After a spending a couple extra hours finishing up with what he got. Lucius went to sleep soundly. That proved to him staying in this world would be much easier than he once thought.