"Arghhhh, arghhhh, arghhhh!" the wyvern screamed while falling into a forest near where the battle was fought, onto the pointy tops of trees. As the wyvern fully fell, its body was penetrated by all the trees. Sliding down the trees in the vicinity of the forest it fell into, the wyvern died from internal bleeding, exhaustion, and battle scars.
Landing on his back in the forest nearby a village was the man who just killed the wyvern. "Ahh, ouch, I nee... need water," he muttered, standing up. "Finally, I got it off my back. Now I can finish my mission!" Then, a bush in front of him started rustling. "Who is that?" the man thought.
"You survived, mister wanderer," said a voice. The man stood up from the leafy floor to see a group of people wearing leaves as clothes. "Oh, did I?" the man asked.
"Yes, you di—" a man replied but was interrupted as six men and women passed through the leafy crowd.
"Oh, so these are the green men of the Hybriphix Island, but I never heard of green women," the man mused.
"Tu tu amnieghel," said one of the green men.
"So they speak High Tenensia. That means they don't want the rest of their village to know what we're saying! For now, I'll just play along," the man thought.
"Sig ni mi ofel mig dribish gran van ai ofem," said a man who was clearly an elder in front of twelve others.
"How do you speak our language, foreigner?" the elder asked.
"I think I should be the one asking such questions," the man replied.
"Guards!" the elder called.
"Yes?" responded the guards.
"Send the po-niskas back into the village," the elder commanded.
"So, who are you, strange one?" asked the chief.
"Why should I tell you anything?" the man responded.
"Because we aren't afraid to start a war!"
"Oh, war? That's a little too far. And I've never heard of green men speaking High Tenensia. Something doesn't add up!" the man thought. "No need for violence. I can tell you, but you have to tell me who you all are. Because you aren't green men! So, what are your questions?"
The elders formed a circle and mumbled amongst themselves. After a moment, the elder in front turned around and said, "That's a deal."
"So, what are you?" the elder asked.
"I'm a wanderer," the man replied.
"What is a wanderer?"
"Sorry, I can't answer that."
"Then the deal's off."
"Wait... wait! I will tell you, but only a little," the man relented.
"Alright, go on," the elder encouraged.
"Okay, my race is a race of humanoid beings who split off from the human species a long while ago, according to our research."
"What are humans?"
"Sorry, but you can find that out yourselves," the man said.
"Alright, that's fair enough. But what are you called?" the elder asked.
"Oh, you mean my name."
"Yes!"
"I'm called Fehedene Archadious!"
"You mean Fe-de-en Ark-adious?" the elder asked, trying to pronounce it.
"No, it's pronounced Fe-ha-din Arc-a-di-ous," Fehedene corrected.
"Fehed! The Primia are getting closer!" a voice called out to Fehedene.
"What...!" In fear, Fehedene started running deeper into the forest.
The elders laughed. "Don't you want to know who we are?" they called after him, laughing. "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, why are you running, Fehed!" they teased, but without looking back, Fehedene kept running through the dark, dark forest.
"Who are you?" asked the Queen of Santrial.
"I think I should be the one asking that question, Queen Chalgania of Santrial!" replied the man.
"Oh, Prince Askarbhin of Zhe! Where's your father?" asked the Queen.
"Oh, sorry, if it's him you're looking for, look at the rug beneath my feet!" Prince Askarbhin responded.
Looking at the rug beneath his feet, Queen Chalgania saw the bloodied, burnt carpet and understood the situation of the fallen Kingdom of Zhe. "So you are in a coup!"
'Oh no, she's way off,' Askarbhin thought. "It's no longer called the Kingdom of Zhe. No, from now on, it will be called the empire of Shangdi! And I am its Emperor."
"I understand if you don't want to proceed with your summons," Askarbhin continued.
"But this may actually work in our favor," thought Queen Chalgania. "Sorry if this is too forward, my new Emperor of Shangdi, but it would be great if you could give us a portion of your time."
"Uh... so what do you want? Because I need to finish my coup," replied the Emperor.
"Oh... okay. I want to ask if we could still perform the summons," the Queen asked.
"Then, if that's the case, let's wait for my servants to come back to arrange the Viperian Room for our meeting," the Emperor replied.
"As the gods die, the beings of this world become more powerful by the day," said a woman sitting at a round table with ten others.
"Should we continue to let the beings of this world do what they want?" she asked calmly.
"That's like saying we should break the Mir Convention and desecrate the honor of Tsar Na Vischki, with his signing of the Mir Convention, an agreement not to interfere in the human world!" replied a being cloaked in black.
"Then why are we here, if not to interfere in what the humans do?" the woman replied.
"What do they do, Amnistiya?" asked another cloaked being.
"They've started worshipping and believing in unknown gods we've never heard of. We are supposed to raise the next Tsar to take back the Six Isles," she explained.
"Please, could you tell us what gods you speak of?" asked a cloaked being, standing up.
"I have been investigating this for a while now. And my findings suggest that there has been a resurgence of these types of gods, particularly in the northeastern isles—like one called Paren Mard."
Inside a seemingly peaceful green forest with some of the tallest trees (evergreen trees), a disturbance was felt. The tranquility was disturbed, inside a bush! was Altid and his father holding two sharp vlacaris 'wooden sticks' with both of their hands, waiting for the Apriphin (giant deer with tall antlers and different colors on its body) to get closer.And in a split second, they jumped at the Apriphin, ending its life as its cries finally destroy the peace and tranquility of the forest.
"Agh.... agh...aghhhhh, nir, nir, yhan!"
"Father," said Altid while he and his father walked through the forest.
"What, son?" his father asked.
"Why do we have to kill them? I thought you were training me to become a wanderer!" Altid exclaimed.
Altid's father stopped moving. "Cawq... cawq... cawq... cawq," the sound of an alchiline bird leaving its forgotten nest as it's voice true out the forest. Altid's father bent down to his son's height, placing his right hand on his son's left shoulder.
"You see, wandering isn't actually all about fighting. It's more about wondering—gaining new experiences, seeing and discovering new places, and making friends on your adventures. And remember, you'll always have to leave us when you're old enough to become a wanderer. So, are you ready for the risks involved?"
"I accept the risks! I will train until I die, never killing or dying!" Altid responded.
His father, kneeling in shock, replied, "No, no... It's like this: You only kill when your life is in danger. Never die or fall, or you'll be considered an honorless wanderer, or a woman that all men flock to and flock for. Do you understand?
"Standing up, Altid replied, "Oh, okay. I'll take that to heart.
"As they walked home, his father replied, "That's alright for me."
"Agh, agh, aghhhhh!" Swimming through a river was Fehede, the man who had just been chased off the island. Have you forgotten him? How sad. Let's not waste time and just continue the story. Damn you, by the way!
"Na buenka, la es va suan?" said a boy, slapping the man sleeping on the beach—Fehede.
Fehede stood up, replying, "Nua, nua, S'an safran yamayhin, frisking.
"In anger and shock, the boy slapped Fehede again. "Why are you speaking in the old tongue?"
Fehede, stretching his body, replied, "Oh, am I really? Eh... eh."
"You know this isn't funny, right?" the boy said, enraged.
"Oh, really?" Fehede mused. Then, thinking to himself, "That means, when I get back, I'll have to inform the academy about updating the Zamrezen Isles language pantheon. It seems like it's evolving into more complex words and sentences!" Stopping his thoughts, Fehede asked, "Nuofètra moi is blimojeene?
The boy replied, "Oh, I can understand that. My village is in the northeastern part of the forest, not too far from here. I think we should leave before it gets dark."
"Okay, so why are you helping me? And why were you near the sea? Also, why do you say we should leave the land near the sea for your village?" asked Fehede."Your first question's answer is that my village taught me to help others, by the way of Chemricia. Number two, I was swimming for fish.
Your third question's answer is that there have been rumors about sea monsters roaming the waters at night. And it's not a sea—it's a river near a sea! I hope that's all!" the boy replied.
Fehede nodded. "That's okay for me, as I hope it is for you.
"As Altid and his father walked through the forest, the boy asked, "And, Altid?"
"What, father?"
"From now on, call me dad."
"Yes, dad."
"And one last thing—never look back!"