《Two Times, Same Story》Chapter 4
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(Marco's POV)
I stepped out of the tent. I saw Mark scowling, while Luke had an calm and focused expression and finally Parker was in between the two looking rather uncomfortable. I glared back at Mark. He tutted and turned his head abruptly. "Uhm well we hope your okay....? I mean it would be impossibly inconvenient if you dropped down dead. We would have to either dump you here or angrily carry you and neither would be okay because goth-energy, 8ft-tall-hot-dude and suddenly-depressed would never leave us alone for evermore if we didn't respectfully bury you and if we carried you they would be crying and annoying." Luke stated, no expression in his tone. "Uhm. Thank you?" I uttered, confused. Mark huffed and then yelled, "YOU BETTER THANK US BECAUSE I WAS FRANTICALLY PANICKING IF MY MAP WAS OKAY!!"
Inside a tent was Yuni, studying a scroll about healing salves and plants. "Well someone's gotta learn it, and if you dumb-bells won't I will." She said, I glanced around quickly, the tent had strings of vines hanging down from a stick that was holding up the tent, jars with small growing weeds and flowers that I could have only assumed had all kind of healing properties. Scrolls upon scrolls with fancy lettering and lists of maladies, plants and pastes. A pestle and mortar was laying there. A few pots of what I imagined to be healing maladies, such as pastes and salves and there was a strong scent of burnt, lavender sprigs. The tent itself was a mint-green and very pretty. I managed to look at all of these fascinating objects before she dismissed me out of the tent.
I visited Inni's tent and saw her working on a bow handle. Chips of wood lay, scattered, across the floor. Feathers were strewn here and there. There were no books in this tent, but there was a single quill and a pot of jet-black ink. There was a small yet deadly-sharp knife in Inni's hand which she was using to carve symbols and runes some of which I recognised and others I didn't, the ones I could recognise where protection 'enchantments' which often didn't do anything except make the user become extremely attached to the object you carved it into. There wasn't a smell I could distinctly recognised but there was a calming presence in the air, whether the 'enchantments' on Inni's bow was the cause or because for once she was calm I didn't know. "Do you have any string?" She asked after a few seconds. I said no and left.
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I walked into another tent greeted with a scowl from Mark who was looking at maps in his study luckily he was too engrossed in his work so he didn't see me. The room had scrolls and parchment everywhere and scattered ink pots seemed like they would never end. The room had a tense feeling to it, like I was in a horror movie yet there was no danger and I knew that something was bound to happen eventually. The tent was a rusty shade of red and smelled of particularly smelly ink, but that was probably because it contained particularly smelly ink. There was broken quills strewn across the floor and stacks more in the corner. I looked back at him to find him glaring at me. "What? Did you think I didn't have more? We planned this whole thing! I'm not dumb enough to only bring one map! I just didn't want your filthy hands all over one of my precious maps!" I stepped out of his tent before he threw something at me.
I slipped inside a tent again, finding Luke stroking Parker's hair. Before I could get a proper look around he looked up at me and muttered something then pointed at me to get out of the tent.
I found Parker's tent and stepped inside. There were a few books here and there but not much otherwise, he was probably not done unpacking since a box was in the middle of the room.
I stopped looking around and finally finished snooping. What should I do now?
Choose : It won't change the storyline much but y'know (just type in the comments)
A : Go find some string, Inni needs some for that bow. (Friendship with Inni 1+)
B : Find Reed I need some comforting cuddles. (Relationship with Reed 1+)
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C : Help Yuni with her research, she did complain about being the only one studying it, and it could bring back old memories. (Friendship with Yuni 1+)
D : Try and befriend Parker and Luke, after all we're all in the same boat aren't we? (Friendship with Parker 1+, Friendship with Luke 1+)
E : Give Mark his map back, he did say he had more but it would be technically stealing to keep it.. (Friendship with Mark 1+)
F : Open the box in Parker's room. He's not there I won't hurt anybody just to take a peek. (Knowledge 2+, Friendship with Parker 1-)
G : Find out what that vision I had earlier, I'm still confused about what that was. (Knowledge 1+)
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Cutthroat
Four siblings, united through tragedy, wake in the Old World, a place filled magic and fantasy. In their quest to find each other and to locate a way back home, they will uncover a deep conspiracy. Here, in the Old World, their destiny lies. A world wrought with danger and destruction. They will fight for the New World and the Old, but they won’t stand alone. In the ancient war that history has forgotten, they will leave their eternal mark. They will stand, not as delusional youths, but as heroes. Through the annals of history, their legend will echo. A tale of unity through adversity. A tale of their struggle against the dark forces that aim to destroy. A struggle that will shape the future of Eorth and the people that inhabit it.
8 186The Continuing Stories of Jo
Jo died. Met Life. Then wasn't dead. It's kind of an immortal type thing, where she can travel through space, time and reality. Oh and many of the stories revolve around her not being her but her in another life but not in a reincarnation way. Make sense? Good. ENJOY!
8 145The Dark Star Sings
Protected by powerful mages and soldiers, the citizens of the Antarian empire don't ever wonder what monsters lurk just past the shadows.One such species, the demons, exist solely to feast on humanity. Heralded by shifts in the stars, they twist the minds of their prey and savor the emotions laced into their flesh. No walls keep them at bay; no blade pierces their flesh, and no spells singe their skin.A single, strange, man named Valerian specialized in hunting demons. He travelled across the continent-spanning empire, purifying them as he went for many years, perpetually shadowed by a young boy named Aidan. The child did not care about saving people. Valerian was just all he had left. But then one day, Aidan held Valerian's hand for the last time. Six months later, with the hands of time soon closing the curtain upon him, Aidan found himself pondering Valerian's parting words as a girl riddled with scars stood before him, glaring at him with the same eyes he once possessed. She was the dark star, the plague child, the bringer of the end. The grandest demon of all. Aidan took a deep breath. "I want to save you."
8 112Unconditional Love | ✔
BOOK II (LOVE SERIES)❛Love is the rose, that blooms forever.❜__________________A microfiction (not a short story)✨©2021 All Rights Reserved by Henuviya Sheikh
8 82Unbridled Medical Expert Consort: Demon Prince, Be Good
(Not Mine)She is the underworld Ghost Doctor's only disciple, who accidentally transmigrated into the body of the main wife's daughter in the general's mansion. She used to be a punching bag.Now, she stepped on her dregs of an older sister, put her father's concubine in her place, and teaches any objectionable aristocratic ladies a lesson.Her days are rather free and unfettered. But when did that cold as ice prince from the rumors, sporting a deadpan face all day long, fix his gaze on her?He unexpectedly fawned and pandered to her like a devoted dog?"Go away, you rotten man! Careful or I'll needle you like a pin cushion!""Wife, why are you so fierce? As a husband, I'm so scared"....the man is all smiles as he approached, his eyes gleaming with a cunning light.Translator:Misty Cloud Translation*Credit in Pinterest for the cover.**For offline purposes.
8 159DEBUT OR DIE
This is a continued mtl of 'If I fail to debut I'll get a killer disease' from chp 44 to 58 This is not my work but the translation is mtled All rights preserved
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