Chapter 199: Days Past
<span style="font-weight:400">For Landin, that day in the store was a nightmare.
<span style="font-weight:400">He hade home from school like any other day, went to the corner store to grab a snack on the way home, passing the kids and adults who used the shop as a hangout. His headphones sted ssic jazz into his ears. Several people smoking on the curb as he went in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Landin? Schools out already?” the man at the counter asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Same time as yesterday bro…” he replied.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin walked back to the end looking for an energy drink like usual when his vision faded for an instant, a bat of exhaustion and weariness overtaking him.
<span style="font-weight:400">He blinked.
<span style="font-weight:400">The next moment he was fine, shaking it off with a turn of his head. He opened the door but the storage wasn’t on, the familiar humming of the electricity nowhere to be heard. But the area was still as cold as it should be, in fact, the entire store was freezing. He turned around to tell the guy at the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! Your fridge isn’t….What the?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin looked around, the shop was torn in half, snow drifting in through the cracks in the building, and arge tree shooting up out of the ground from the base.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-what happened? Am I dreaming?” Landin muttered, his hand beginning to tighten around the drink.
<span style="font-weight:400">He quickly turned hearing the door at the front jingle. His eyes bulged as he saw what was entering the shop. It was a woman dressed in full te armor that looked like it was right out of a game, in her hand a huge metal mace, a red liquid dripping from it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin’s body froze, his pulse beginning to race faster than an F-1 car taking off from the start line.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This has to be a dream right..?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Someone is inside? Oh… don’t you look like a treat…” the woman snickered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lady, I don''t know what’s going on but please. I’m just a kid. I don’t know if this is some sort of movie or what but I just want to go home alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You aren’t going anywhere but with me boy. You can join the other pretty kids I’ve been picking up around the neighborhood…”
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman smiled as she stepped closer to Landin, cornering him in the back of the store. She stopped abruptly in front of him pulling a bag out of nowhere. Leaning in she tilted the open sac, presenting the insides.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can all have a good time... Traveling with me,” she said,ughing softly but it quickly turned to a crazed cackle.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-what the fuck!?” Landin screamed seeing inside the bag as it slowly dripped onto the floor.
<span style="font-weight:400">Inside were the heads of several people, their faces all frozen in fear.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin’s mind went nk as he panicked his eyes sweeping the store for an escape or anything to use to defend himself. He desperately began grabbing and throwing anything he could at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Get the fuck away! You crazy bitch! I ain’t trying to end up in a horror film!” he screamed his hands never stopping as they tossed whatever he could get his hands on.
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman’s face twisted into anger.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No one calls me crazy! I’m not crazy! Why won’t any of these worthless people just be with me! You’re going to make me do this! It’s your fault! It’s your fault!!” she howled.
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman raised her mace bringing it down with a brokenugh on Landin.
<span style="font-weight:400">He wasn’t the most athletic but years of skating and running around the neighborhood had given him more athletic ability than most. At thest second, he lunged out of the way but only in time to avert a fatal blow.
<span style="font-weight:400">The spiked mace had clipped his leg tearing it open. Landin screamed in pain as he tumbled into a nearby shelf, knocking it over.
<span style="font-weight:400">His face paled as he looked at his torn-up leg then back to the crazy woman as she walked overnguidly a demented look in her eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You did this to yourself, boy, you could have juste with me…” she mumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“P-please I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to call you that! I was- I was just scared! Please let me go!” Landin pleaded.
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman wasn’t hearing it. She raised her mace again with both hands, preparing to bring it down again on the immobile Landin.
<span style="font-weight:400">He screamed closing his eyes and raising his arms in defense.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Is this how it ends?! Please, someone!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He screamed internally waiting for the blow that would end his life.
<span style="font-weight:400">But it never came. Landin opened his eyes slowly. In front of him was a man in a gray hoodie his arm raised, holding the woman’s mace at bay. In his other a long well-made staff.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You ok kid?” the man asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“D-do I look ok..?” Landin said absentmindedly, his face grimacing from the pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it looks like just a scratch to me. I’ve seen worse.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Worse than this?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh yeah. Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about now. No one is going to hurt you,” the man said turning, a half mask with teeth holding a sword, his eyes shifting colors looking right back at Landin.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man tossed a small red vial at Landin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Drink it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is it poison?” Landin asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man didn’t answer. The woman had begun struggling against him, pulling back her mace.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who the fuck are you?! You’re pretty cute yourself there boy! Want toe with me too, do you?!” she sneered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, I don’t date women over 30. Especially ugly, fat, crazy, children beating weirdos.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman’s face reddened considerably, as she disappeared for a second from Landin’s view. The next she was in the air her mace raised as it glowed a sinister red.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man didn’t move in the slightest, forcing Landin to cry out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Watch out!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The man snapped his fingers and then it was over. The ground erupted as spikes of ck earth pierced the store and the woman in mid-air.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This new world doesn’t need predators like you. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Burn</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The man snapped his fingers again white mes sparking to life as it incinerated the woman to ash in an instant. A few secondster a bright light flickered in and out of existence dropping what looked like a few bags onto the floor.
<span style="font-weight:400">Picking up the bags, the man somehow made them disappear before Landin was able to hear him click his tongue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Another depraved lunatic… Did the tutorial really just bring out the worst in people…” the man sighed, turning back around, “Still haven’t downed the potion?”
<span style="font-weight:400">—-----------------
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin’s eyes fluttered open, an unfamiliar tan canvas above him. The sounds of rustling outside and the crunching of snow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Another nightmare…” he mumbled, cing his arm on his forehead, feeling the slight sweat that had formed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Landin?” a voice called from outside.
<span style="font-weight:400">Getting up, and using the clothes that Drake had given him. Landin changed and stepped outside. The voice belonged to Charlotte, another one of the people Drake had saved in the city.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Morning,” Landin said, putting on a smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Morning. Drake wants us to go to the other side of the camp,” she answered back.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin looked to her side, “Did he say to bring your brother? Hi by the way. Brodie right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The little boy didn’t reply just gripped the edges of Charlotte’s shirt.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, be polite say hi back,” Charlotte reprimanded, “Sorry he’s still just… Shook up. Drake didn’t say I couldn’t bring him. I just… Don’t know who I can trust to watch him, he’s still young.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin shrugged, “Doesn’t hurt to bring him. I don’t think Drake would let anything happen to him. Janeying?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Charlotte shook her head, “Don’t think so, she’s with her brother and taking care of the baby as well. She’s really taken a liking to the little guy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, better get there before hees and finds us… I don’t want to hear him joke so early in the morning but….” Landin sighed, “Man it’s colder than usual too…”
<span style="font-weight:400">—-------------
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake flicked his wrist sending out another round of lightning spears into the crowd of monstersing at him and the makeshift wall of earth he had made.
<span style="font-weight:400">“At least we won’t be short on monster cores anytime soon… Not that I know what to do with them other than just craft stuff and turn it into coins,” he sighed then turned around noticing the grouping closer, “About time. I sent for you like 20 minutes ago, days wasting kiddos! And what''s with the add-on?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s not an add-on, this is my brother, Brodie,” Charlotte shouted back, frowning.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah and he’s too young to see what we''re going to do,” Drake looked over to Sah Ul’, “ Can you take the boy back, leave him with someone you trust.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sah Ul’ shook her head, “Will not let Patriarch leave sight again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake sighed, “Really? Then you’re guarding the kid. Don’t let him get hurt or it''s gonna be your ass. Your very muscr... Sculpted… What was I saying?” Drake coughed, shaking his own head from his thoughts.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I really have awoken to muscle women, haven’t I… Forgive me, ire. I’m trying my hardest…</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, pping himself.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Bad Drake! Bad! It’s a fake marriage!</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">“You ok dude?” Landin asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Perfectly fine…” Drake answered tersely.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right…. If you say so…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where are you two on finding other people?” Drake asked, changing the subject.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nowhere. There aren’t many people who are 16. There are a few 15-year-olds but it will be a while before they turn. Even then not everyone is eager to join a fighting force after everything they''ve seen…” Landin exined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Makes sense. I wasn’t expecting much but that puts a wrench in my ns… Sarah,” Drake addressed, “ Are there any young Orcs willing to learn under me you think?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Learn from Patriarch?” she said, taking a moment to think on it, “Coming of age is young for Rahk Tribe. Born warriors are trained from young age until first hunt at 12 full seasons.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“12 Seasons being 12 years I’m guessing..?” Drake asked, “Ok then, are there any 16 Full Season warriors in the tribe right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sah Ul’ nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, can you round them up for me? I want to see what kind of stock I’m working with. You three,” Drake pointed, “Get up here. And here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake threw the three notepads and pens.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are we going to do with these?” Charlotte asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are going to study.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Study…?” Landin parroted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yup, study. Study monsters. You both can’t fight just yet and I don’t have time to train you while the crystal is anchoring. So you are going to help me learn and write down everything we can about the local monsters until then. You two are going to be the pirs of this ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t like how he said that…” Landin grimaced.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on it won’t be that bad, just watch as I defend our very lives and home while you document every moment,” Drake chuckled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This reminds me of a book I saw in the camp… And do you know what the Dazzling Tyrant Card Game is..?” Charlotte asked, stepping up onto the wall, “W-what is this….?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Charlotte had forgotten about her previous question looking out into the field in front of her, bodies of monsters stacked high in the distance all along the wall.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm? This is pretty slow, they wereing in droves during the night but it''s gone to a trickle right now,” Drake answered casually, “Don’t worry I won’t make you get the cores from these, we’ll need the bodies intact for the warsmith and for a friend that I’ll have to pick up soon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Charlotte gave a sigh of relief only to be surprised by Landin who came up behind her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whoa! Dude how in the world did you do all this? After the bird, I didn’t think I’d be surprised but you just keep doing more. What are you some kind of Main Character in a story?” Landin eximed, obviously surprised.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe. But it’s a bit early to be surprised young Landin,” Drake asked, “How long until you’re 16 you said a few weeks?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, a week give or take I’d say.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake pressed his hand to his chin but quickly had to wave his hand, a new group of monsters storming through. In an instant spears of ice manifested above him and with another motion of his hand they flew out spearing the monsters to the ground, freezing them into ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a new one… Mana Cat. I’ll have to take a closer look, it’s hard to say what it’s weak to when most things die in one spell..” Drake sighed, “ You still here?” Drake asked, looking at Sah Ul’, “Didn’t I ask you to go get some people.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sah Ul’ is not servant,” she scoffed angrily, one of her tusks poking out of her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake clicked his tongue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t even get a moment without you now huh? It’s only been a day if that and I’m already ball and chained huh… Fine, I’ll ask your Father instead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake snapped his finger an Elemental springing to life at the bottom of the wall.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Go bring me Rvul, I have a lot to ask him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Elemental wordlessly walked in the direction of the tribe’s encampment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well that’s that…” Drake sighed, hearing a notification go off in his ears.
<b>[Atticus Wallen is the first toplete the anchoring of their Honing Crystal]</b>
<b>[The city ‘Purity’ has now been established and recognized by the system]</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Purity… Well, I hate to admit it but it looks like that really is Atticus…. He hasn’t changed has he…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s jaw clenched his emotions leaking out into his aura for a moment as he pressed his palm out to the new group of monsters encroaching on the wall.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Piss off.”</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">A st of potent fire sparked to life from a scarlet magic circle in his hand incinerating everything in its path. Snow, grass, trees, monsters, and the corpses of the previous monsters.
<span style="font-weight:400">Landin looked over as he pointed at the destruction.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Didn’t you just tell us you needed those…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck!” Drake cursed.