《The Sleeping Immortal》Chapter 5 - A Meadow, Hut, Figure
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While Fiend Yuki was asleep the drifting figure slowly approached him, the closer the figure approached the more surprised it was. Looking at Fiend Yuki it was shocked to notice a child so far into the forest where danger lurker at every corner.
Staring intently at Fiend Yuki the figure noticed that Fiend Yuki was asleep just dangling from his foot. Glaring at him, the figure quickly cuts him down ready to rebuke Fiend Yuki when he topples to the ground but the only reward was a loud crash, and Fiend Yuki’s gentle snores.
Gawkingly the figure just stares at Fiend Yuki wondering why he hasn’t died out here from sleeping deeply.
Sighing softly the figure outstretches a finger pointing at Fiend Yuki, which then a fine mist flows out wrapping Fiend Yuki up like a mother's embrace or soft cloud. Floating him up, and closer to the figure to see.
Shock instantly flashes in the Figures eyes which were barely visible, glancing at the doll like figure that was floating in the mist, the figure stretches out a hand and strokes Fiend Yuki’s hair out of his face, to gaze at his adorable face. Then the figure quickly snaps back to reality floating away with Fiend Yuki floating quickly after.
Four hours later in a meadow surrounded by trees, the figure approaches a hut that is built there. The meadow was small about half the size of a football field, with a small hill upon which a single hut was standing that looked no bigger than a small camping tent, with only a door and no windows. There was a small well next to the hut that was covered up by logs to prevent things from falling inside.
The figure went towards the hut and right before entering waved their hand causing a blueish white dome to surround the hut with about one foot to spare between it and the small hut. Only then did the figure enter the hut with Fiend Yuki.
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Entering the hutt space elongated making the insides of the hut actually 10 times as big. There were 3 rooms, with a commonspace which server as a kitchen. Two of the rooms were bed rooms with a bed, small nightstand, and washing bowl. One of which was obviously nicer and had a more of a lived in appearance, but both fairly neat and clean. The last room was a study room, with a big bookcase jam packed with books and papers, a large table filled with tubs and strange lines drawn here and there.
Drifting towards the more lived in room, the figure floats towards the bed and slowly places down Fiend Yuki onto the bed then waves their hand collecting back the mist that was used to carry Fiend Yuki back into them.
Taking off their robe the figure then looks back at Fiend Yuki and the rags he is wearing and quickly waves their hand to cause a simple robe that was made from thick hides to drift over and placed it on the bottom the bed. Taking another glance at Fiend Yuki they sat down and started to meditate breathing in and breathing out.
Hours later the figure woke up and glanced again at Fiend Yuki only to notice that he was still asleep, which caused their eye to twitch. Then with a mischievous twinkle in their eye they stood up and slowly approached Fiend Yuki, slowly their hand approached his face and with a sudden grab they tried to pinch Fiend Yuki’s nose close to wake him up that way, only to be rewarded with a PING sound like a gentle strike on metal.
Eyes widened from shock the figure tried to squeeze Fiend Yuki’s nose only to be rewarded with nothing other than a hand sprain. Quickly letting go of Fiend Yuki’s nose the figure rubbed his face only to notice how smooth and clear his skin was, like warm porcelain. Quietly murmuring to themselves the figure waver their hand again causing that mist like substance to float out again, and wrap around Fiend Yuki only this time it didn’t lift him up but tried to seep into his body to no avail again. Looking a Fiend Yuki’s body in shock the figure waves their hand again to collect the misty substance and leave the room to the common room and begin to cook. An aroma quickly spread in the building which smelled like of herbs and chicken. Yet… the only reaction that happened was Fiend Yuki flipping over from his back to his stomach. Eyes dispirited the figure sighs and eats their freshly cooked food by themselves.
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Finished eating the figure waves their hand over Fiend Yuki causing silk like threads to cover him, let them know if he causes any big movements or wakes up. Then drifting over to the spare room they lay down and dozes off.
The next morning the figure glances at Fiend Yuki sighing because he was still asleep then grabs a robe and leaves the hut, leaving the dome covering it still the figure quietly enters the forest again.
Near midday a full 24 hours after Fiend Yuki put himself asleep he wakes up again. Eyes brightening from the comfortable and soft bed he was laying on, Fiend Yuki quickly glances around to notice a robe laying at the end of the bed and a small night table with was within arms reach. Quickly sitting up and looking side to side Fiend Yuki didn’t notice anything abnormal. Grabbing the robe and putting it on, he noticed that the robe was WAY too big for him dragging on the ground excessively. Picking up the ends of the robe so he doesn’t trip over them he heads towards the door of the room and opens it up only to notice another larger room that had nothing else other than a fireplace with tables and cooking utensils hanging from the ceiling and walls.
“They string me up, take me to their house, gave me clothes, but don’t even bother to meet me… rude.” Grumbled Fiend Yuki as he started to scavenge around the room and found food. Taking the block of cheese he found and bread he started to eat them ravenously leaving not even a speck of it behind. Looking around some more he found more food but since poor Fiend Yuki doesn’t know how to cook, and some other food was covered in a shimmered mist like substance he didn’t mess with it. Searching some more he found a big barrel that was filled with water, taking the ladle that was nearby he started to drink from the barrel with it.
Only then did he notice the other 3 doors, approaching them Fiend Yuki tried to open them to no avail. Sighing to himself that he got trapped in a room, Fiend Yuki glumly laid down waiting for whomever brought him here. Six hours later Fiend Yuki heard a squeak from one of the doors jolting him awake from his day dream. Standing back onto his feet, he quickly turns towards the door hoping that he didn’t have to force himself asleep to escape a deadly situation.
As the door opened Fiend Yuki screamed in shock for he saw…
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