AN: It's up early because of Insomnia. It's annoying. -_-

As always, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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As I was taking in the scenery, I noted the area in which I was summoned to was of a white stone building which was common upon human worlds. This building, by the by, was a temple which was normally situated nearest a large, grey stone structure called a Castle. It is here that the reigning monarch lived, and would be receiving the summoned "Heroes" to do its bidding.

Whereas I, on the other hand, merely wished to explore the land and find a suitable area to which I would safely summon my original Undying. For now, though, I believed I should at least humour these humans in their wants of my person, as I was told to remain invisible towards the God of this world. Which then led to my eyes wandering over those of whom were also summoned.

These, of course, were mostly adult Humans with a few child-like creatures mingled amongst their number. For they numbered as a score; which was rather odd seeing as these sorts of summons normally only allotted a small handful of up to five beings. Yes. At the time, I did wonder what changed, as an old human in a blood stained white robe hobbled towards our persons with great haste.

"Come," it spoke in a hurriedly hushed tone, calling to all of us to quickly fall behind and keep quiet as each of us entered a courtyard of sorts. Of which was full of shadows, as the day-star had fallen below its horizon, but it was still light out due to the city nearest our position being on fire. "We must hurry, for the King and Queen have been slain, and the Usurper is about to send for you all. What he will do is beyond me, but we must have you leave before he has a chance to bring you to his side."

Ah yes, for those who do not know, this scenario was called an "Event". Of which meant we had to complete various goals in order to survive. In this case, we needed to escape the city called O'sho, as a great army was currently ransacking the area, slaughtering hundreds, and raping many of its females.

I did not enjoy this little tidbit of information, as the raping of females and the slaughtering of others almost always included children. To which I always did my best to prevent such occurrences from happening. However, at that time I was conflicted; do I help these insignificant Humans to flee, or help those down below?

Of course, I knew they would return after we left the world, but at that time I desired greatly to help those down below. So much so, I did not notice a large shadow towering over my Wolf-kin body until its hand gripped my right shoulder and shoved my body forward. Or at least, it tried to. For I was in no mood to play the role of a weak Kin.

Instead, I gripped the arm behind my person, and pulled the creature over my back and onto the ground in front. Whereupon I gripped my quarter staff and rested a point upon the centre of its neck as my eyes glared down upon its body. Of which revealed it to be a male Human wearing chainmail and a sheathed sword. There was also a plain, Targe Shield, but it skittered across the overgrown, cobblestone pathway we were currently moving across.

This sound, coupled with a large thudding of a body striking the stone, caused the old Human to turn around and gasp, "That's one of the Usurper's men. Quickly, we must flee!"

Upon these words, did the Human below my person begin to gurgle and choke, as I shoved my staff deep into its throat and out the back with a force so great, it cracked the ground and nearly severed its head from the body. This, unfortunately, did not kill the creature instantly, as it tried to move its hands towards my person until, at last, it finally stopped moving.

Of course, those others had decided to run from the scene, no longer concerned about stealth. Whereas I left the staff in its neck, and tapped my right forefinger upon my lips as I thought of something. For I had a spell which had gone unused for many cycles, and decided to enact it in this instance.

">," I intoned softly, as my own silvered energies poured out of my body, stripping the corpse of its chainmail so that they may be used for a minion of mine.

Ah, but perhaps you do not know or remember this, but my past self's class was that of an Enchanter. As you well know, there are two types of sub-classes for this one, the Terran and Azzarathian. Mine was the Terran, and I was the very first to wield such strength. Of which led to a mass migration of other Enchanters desiring to learn of my skills and abilities. For they desired to not have to rely on others for protections, if they knew how to summon up arcane minions from loose armours and weapons.

To which I had created, and its body was made up of tight fitting chainmail covering leather armour beneath it. Upon its right hip was the sheathed sword of the fallen Human, as was its dropped Targe, which was strapped to where the right wrist and triceps would be located. However, what made it truly stand out was the fact that not only did it not have a body, but it did not have a cap of some sort to make it appear more human. In other words, any one person may see that it is merely a hollowed out suit of walking chainmail and leather armour. Of which, by the by, was called Zabartik, and was a common minion name amongst these Animated Armours.

In any case, I ordered my new minion to follow my lead, as I used another spell called "Sight Within Sight". Of which allowed my person to see the area around us with full clarity. Be in behind, above, below, or upon my sides, everything was pierced by my gaze to allow it to view the world in its entirety. Which means, my dear audience, I had the vision of a Slime. In that I was able to perceive the world in crystal clarity in all three hundred and sixty degrees.

Of course, such a spell came with a couple of drawbacks. Such as the reduced senses of smell, taste, and hearing. It was well worth it, if one was able to become used to the more debilitating effects of being able to see everything around you.

Well, I found it enjoyable, as I was able to view that which the other group did not. Such as an ambush in place where the old fool of a Human was leading this group.

Now, I had a choice. Do I forgo their persons in favour of turning back towards the city nearest us, or do I prevent the ambush? Yes. It was quite the dilemma. Then again, I did not know how long they've been fighting down below, which could hinder my person further. Especially if I were to view that which has made my past self become berserk with rage, sorrow, and madness.

This thought alone caused my person to send Zabartik towards the ambush with the orders of killing everyone who held the same coloured armours as it currently wore. By the by, it wore the colours of violets, oranges, and yellows in a diagonal striped pattern with some sort of dancing lion with its mouth open wide. Quite strange to be honest, but no matter, as the sight of the animated armour rushing past the group before my eyes caused their persons to stop. For the screams and shouts of the enemy nearest a small portcullis startled the old Human enough to cause all others to pause as they watched my minion strike out against what should be friendly targets.

"Wha-?" it began, not at all sure as to how to proceed. For my Animated Armour was able to surprise the other group enough to immediately slaughter two of their number. However, they easily recovered, and struck out against Zabartik, only to find that it did not bleed when they stabbed with their swords, daggers, and spears. Instead, they stood still with shock about their features, as the other raised its battered sword high, then crashed down upon the right shoulder of one of their compatriots.

This caused the other to scream, as my minion's sword tore through the leathers it wore, and into its flesh, muscle, and bone. Of which caused the sword to become stuck, as it had embedded itself into the solar plexus of the human. For although the magicks contained within the Armour was strong, it was still only a beginner's summons, and not a God's. Therefore, it tended to lose its weapons when striking something such as wood, bone, or even rock.

I, on the other hand, had made it back into the group, and asked, "Are there any other exits?"

These words of mine caused the Elder to awaken from its stupor, and shakes its white head quickly to remove all other traces of shock from its mind. "No," came a whisper from its small maw, "that's the only way out."

To which I sighed as I slowly recalled my beginner spells which I had used so long ago. Yes. I still remember them to this day, but my past self tended to forgo such paltry magicks in favour of more useful ones. Such as the "Arc of Mana" and "Chaos Storm" spells which call upon the energies of Chaos and Madness themselves in order to slay my targets.

However, the beginner spells of an Enchanter, though deadly, were few in number and did not have a lot of leeway when cast. Such as the spells "Void Sphere" and "Choke". For the former, one needs only hold up their palms towards the target in order to summon such spheres. Which would then drain the life out of everything within them, leaving only a dried husk or dust in its wake. Whereas with the latter, one must make a hand gesture as though gripping another's throat with your clawed hands, before finally enacting the spell.

So believe my person when I say there are no other ways in order to cast such things, for I have tried to do so many a time. Each ending in failure as they are quite precise in their methods. Hence, the lack of leeway.

For now, though, I enacted both spells towards the remainder, which were only three in number. For they believed such a small group of armed and amoured humans were enough to capture those who were summoned to this world. No. I did not know how they knew where we'd end up if we managed to leave the temple, as I did not ask those I slew so that others may escape.

In any case, what you must know is that we escaped from such a scene, and entered a forest of some sort. One that seemed to open as the old Human led our persons further inward. No. Zabartik was not with us, as a large Human with an equally large axe was able to slice it in half before I manage to kill the hulk by plying his body with multiple, small Void Spheres.

Yes. I was quite displeased at having lost my minion so soon after summoning it, but allowed such thoughts to pass. For I noted the trees behind our persons slowly closing behind us, erasing all tracks made until we reached a small clearing of grass, a few large stones, and a large basket filled with foodstuffs which made all of the other summoned beings drool as the smell wafted past their noses.

"Sit," the Elder commanded, ushering us all towards the patch of grass nearest the basket, "We shall break our fast here, then you may rest until dawn. Afterwards, we must journey north in order to meet up with Prince Edward. He will have need of your strengths before the week is up."

'Great,' my mind drawled softly, 'It's going to be one of those quests.'