《Chaos Traveler》ch#07 Lady of the Village
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Ch#07 Lady of the village
Jack poked pixie on his head” hey pixie” whispered jack.
“Hum” muttered pixie as she looked back at him, and a voice was heard in jacks head ”oh master you don’t have to be so secretive” giggled pixie “you can just talk to me through voice transmission”
“What! Voice transmission” said jack shocked.
“yes master” pixie nodded her head ”as I have already told you I am an artificially created being, although I have a conscience I am still not flesh and blood” pixie looked a bit down casted as she was explaining to jack
“hmm so if you are not living… then you mean” a thought suddenly hit him damn that blue thing that went into my head may it’s because of it that I can transmit my voice thought jack.
Pixie glanced at jack to see him thinking… oh master seems to have found something out thought pixie
“umm master if you are thinking about the blue dragon there is something I must tell you ” transmitted pixie, “if you are thinking that the blue dragon has something to do with the connection between us then that is right” continued pixie as she saw that jack attention has been captured.
“It’s like a smartphone of your previous world but here I am the smartphone and you don’t have to speak you just think and I can catch that signal” transmitted pixie as she stood up and puffed her chest out in pride.
Hmm just thinking about speaking it works huh let’s try jack went into full concentration mode as he tried to transmit his words to pixie
“oh master you don’t have to try so hard” pixie transmitted as she saw jack look all serious and focused “its comes out naturally”
Jack stopped as his eyebrows perked up in contemplation naturally hmm “so you are saying that I talk but without a voice” inquired jack
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“Yes, yes exactly” cheered pixie
Alright, jack let’s do it naturally… as jack started to transmit he felt a weird feeling in his head as if he could feel a connection between him and pixie then he
“Yo pixie” came jacks voice ringing in pixies head
Huh… ahh master did it… she jumped up and down as her eyes shone with excitement “master you did it yay” circled pixie on jacks head celebrating
When jack saw pixie all happy and excited he smiled as warmth spread in his heart
“ok now let’s calm down a bit ” jack patted pixie calming her down ”you told me that the blue symbol as some other function” transmitted jack as he continue forward seeing that old man Han has gained some distance.
“Oh that master, well its information, a wide set of information and data regarding a lot of things” transmitted pixie as a helpless look appeared on her face “but you are not strong enough to unlock it”
Jack sighed as he heard pixie not strong enough dammit
“So by information do you think it would have something about my origins” inquired jack
“Maybe or maybe not, I don’t know for sure” pixie shrugged her shoulders.
“ahh well its ok” consoled jack “well there is another thing I want to ask” inquired jack
“Go on master” pixie started to fiddle jacks hair as she transmitted back
“Wont it be weird if people see you, I mean a fairy with me” said jack while scratching his head appearing a bit bashful.
Pixie who saw jack all worked up giggled “fufufufu master, you don’t have to worry they cannot see me as long as I am camouflaged” a look of pride surfaced her “it’s one of my abilities”
“Oh alright” nodded jack.
As old man Han was walking he looked back to see jack a distance away mumbling to him self
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“Hey brat hurry up do you want to spend all your day there” grumbled old man Han as he shouted at jack.
Jack who was still talking with pixie heard Han’s voice he looked ahead to see old man Han waving his hand at him with an annoyed face oh sh*t thought jack as he sped forward toward old man Han
“Sorry old man was just a bit lost thinking stuff” explained jack
Old man Han looked at him with the corner of his eyes “alright just don’t fall back again”
Then both of them made their way towards the village, about five minutes later they could clearly see the village and its buildings
Black vulture village was more of a slum than a village, the houses all looked semi destroyed as dust filled fabrics were used to cover up the roofs and broken walls, on the side there was a plain field were a group of children’s almost all the people here were dark skinned most of the males were bare chested and wore simple white fabric, he noticed that a group of people comprised of a few adults and children most of them in an age group similar to jack making their way towards them leaded by a women. When jack saw all this he noticed that the number of children far outnumbered the adults.
“Hey old man why are the children here are lot more than the adults” inquired jack as he looked at the group of people
A look of pain appeared in old man Han’s eyes “well I’ve told you about war, well this is the consequence” said old man Han as he sighed “orphans, most of the children’s here in the village are orphans, some abandoned and the others parents have died in the war”
The group of people halted in front of old man Han and jack in front of the group was a middle aged women, she was tall, lush black hair and unexpectedly her skin was white and fair considering the atmosphere they were living in, she excluded a motherly aura which also had a bit of the spirit of a leader
“Well this must be our sleeping beauty” she looked at jack sizing him up “not bad kid, considering that you have been sleeping for 11 whole years” said the lady with eyes that shined with care and love.
Jack felt a bit weird in his heart seeing the women in front of him “umm who are you” inquired jack
“ha ha ha ” laughed the lady as she heard jacks question, then a stern look was replaced by it “kid you should introduce yourself first when in front of an elder”
“Oh, this one here is jack, jack Hong” replied jack
“ahm very well, you can call me lady Alessa I’m the lady of this village” Alessa pointed at the village “so on behalf of the people of black vultures I welcome you here boy”.
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