'It is the world we live on. Let me clarify. We are not communicating through a language, nor through words. We are talking through concepts, as such, I can understand you and you me. You do not have to worry about how you say things, I will understand.'
'Wha-… How is that even possible?' Edvard asked in exasperation, this contradicted all he knew of telepathy.
'It is a skill some of our kind may gain through the test of time. Not many, and only I in this group.' As he said this the elf, or Vespes, pointed to those around him.
Having calmed down greatly, Edvard's mind could actually take in the details his eyes presented him. All of the elves looked handsome like they had carefully picked genes. Edvard also noticed that there were no females in this group.
They were all dressed similarly; beautiful silk with strange patterns hidden behind their unique leather armor. No stitches nor anything showing that it was crafted visible, almost like the clothes had been formed and not created.
The only thing Edvard was able to use to differentiate the Vespes were their weapons. One held a bow in hand, quiver at his side. Another held a spear, daggers at his back and another having a longsword on his back, and the last a staff of some kind.
'Seems you have calmed down; do you wish to talk now. Or should I leave you to your fate?' The leader questioned after giving Edvard some time to get used to what he saw.
'I-I, I'm sorry. I really have acted cowardly?' Edvard replied, not having realized that his eyes had stayed on the weapons far longer than on the Vespes.
'That is quite alright, your fear is justified. The forest is not kind to even its natives, and you not having any magical abilities makes you but a fish trapped in a stream. However, you are not native to this world either.' The prince did not ask, he stated.
'Yes, I'm not. I don't know what happened. It-' Edvard choked. While he might not be saying words, the feeling of loss and all the pain he had suppressed rushed forward.
Finally, grief caught up to him. Making him realize how many friends and colleagues he had lost. More than that, of the fact that he might likely never see his family again.
'Our kids… My love…'
Turning to the other, the leading Vespes spoke. "Go scout the area. This is going to take some time. Even without fully entering his mind, I can feel that he is in great pain. So much that he might wish for death."
The others nodded and quickly disappeared into the trees. Making sure that nothing would come and disturb the prince's project.
They did not understand why the prince cared for a human, a seemingly pathetic one at that. But they dared not disobey his orders. The prince was one of the most likely to take over after his mother's life ended.
Vespes might live long, but they did not live forever. The Queen was already the oldest Vespes to ever live, having broken the past record by a few hundred years now. Everyone felt she would soon be unable to hold out against the passage of time.
All the Vespes felt a civil war was likely with her death, and this prince was one of the strongest candidates. He was also the kindest and most intelligent, one who never acted without thought.
After almost ten minutes, Edvard barely managed to breathe normally. He hoped dearly that his wife was alive, hoping that she arrived somewhere peaceful. Somewhere she might be able to live the rest of her life.
Looking up he saw the elf, no Vespes, waiting patiently for him. A table and chairs had formed out of nowhere for both of them. There was even a teapot resting on the table with steam coming out of it.
The chairs and table were made out of the local plants. Edvard took a few seconds just admiring the beauty of its natural design. Wondering where they had come from.
'Why did you say you came for me.' Edvard asked after taking a seat. Finding that it quickly shaped itself to accommodate him. Causing it to be one of the most comfortable seats he had ever sat on.
'First, let's introduce ourselves. I am Ilvisar Gilneiros, the prince of the forest. More accurately, this part of the forest is a region of instability before my home.'
Shocked, Edvard took a few seconds to adapt to the normalcy in which Ilvisar was talking with him. 'I am Edvard Anderson, from… Not here...' Edvard replied, almost saying from Earth, but stopping himself at the last second.
'Nice to meet you Edvard. I know you are not from here; you came from a different world. Maybe a different space or plane, I am not sure which.'
'Wha-'
'It is clear, your arrival caused a large spatial disturbance to the entire forest. Most beings; be they monsters, humans, or Vespes would not detect this. But I did, and so did my sister. It had taken some effort to stop her from also coming.'
'Why?' Edvard did not understand why Ilvisar would stop his sister, were they in some kind of feud?
'That does not matter, nor would it ever be of your concern. Most Vespes despise humans for their short-sighted greed. But we are not much better.'
'We might live longer, but too many die in stupid conflicts. The same as with humans. My sister would likely kill you if she came, believing you to be a threat.'
Edvard was confused by Ilvisar's explanation, it sure seemed like it was something he should be concerned about. How could Ilvisar say he shouldn't be concerned when his sister would kill him?
'That does not matter, would you mind explaining how you came. Or, if you would allow it. Allow me to see your memories.'
'Why is he even asking, can't he just overpower me?' Edvard wondered, forgetting that his thoughts were not safe.
'I can, but that would cause damage. Mostly to you, partly to the memories I retrieve. A little to me… Unless you have some hidden power. Which I highly suspect you do, which would increase the danger to myself.'
'Do not worry though,' Ilvisar continued before Edvard could try clearing things up or more ask questions. 'You will not be giving me your memories for nothing. Firstly, I will give you the clothing of humans. Making it possible for you to fit in, I will also give you a shortsword for defense.'
'If you share without hiding, then I will also share the common language of the nearest kingdom with you. Allowing you to talk with other humans.'
'And lastly, if what you share is worth something great. Then I will give you a great boon, something which would enable you to live many years in the span of hours.'
'I-is that even possible?' Edvard asked, skeptical.
'It is, though not often. If I do this for you, I won't be able to do it for another. It will take twenty years before I can use it again.'
'Should I?' Edvard asked himself as he thought of Earth, wondering if it was safe to share his knowledge. Would doing so endanger his kids, would it endanger other humans?
He also thought about if this would make survival easier. If this would allow him to find his wife if she was alive.

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It was like this energy was a part of him, yet it was clearly a foreign substance. Apparently, the first step to learning how to become a knight was channeling it into a blade. Most swords made for knights were made of special magical metals and enchanted. The glow that Edvard had seen so often was the process of the metal being filled with ether. Activating its magical properties, and naturally, the effects of the enchantments. Edvard’s blade was apparently different from the norm. It did not glow when he pushed the strange energy into it. Though, Edvard suspected that was because the amount he could gather and focus was too little to affect the magnificent blade. While Edvard still had a thing or two to nit-pick about regarding the Vespes prince, he had to accept that he was only alive thanks to the prince’s ‘gifts’. While hell, the illusion had truly prepared him for the harshness that this world was filled with. “Can you teach me how you form spells?” Edvard asked. “I can’t be
Epilogue (1)
Edvard stirred, his entire body afire. Grimacing, the previous events slowly came back to him. ‘So, I survived…’“Careful now.” Abigail instructed, bringing a cup to his mouth and having him take a few small sips.The herbal tea helped soothe the blazing fire in his throat, sadly it did little for the rest of the flames. Trying to force out any words caused his chest to explode in pain, so he remained quiet. Taking sips as Abigail offered them.“I can’t believe how reckless you were.” Abigail said, Edvard noticing that they were in the shade of some tree. The gentle sound of a stream was barely audible. “I really thought you were going to die on me when you didn’t stir for two days.”Unable to form any words, Edvard simply held his peace. Listening as Abigail detailed what had happened after he had lost consciousness. Atop the horse, she had rushed with him along the main road, heading deeper into the kingdom. Stopping long after night had arrived.That night, she had cleaned most of
The orc horde (Part 11)
“He made it…” Edvard forced out these words as he continued to shoot arrow after arrow. No longer was it possible to keep the rooftop clear of orcs. The best he could do was kill them as they gathered their footing.The continuous pulling of his bow was showing its strain on his untrained body. His shoulder acts, his fingers burned, and his arm trembled. Yet, he pushed on. He had to. He couldn’t die here.He still needed to find Yawen. He still needed to find a way home.The screams from below had long since died. The knights had fought valiantly. But valiance was not enough to turn the tide of a battle.“Are we going to die like this?” Abigail asked, forcing herself to stay calm and take deep, steady breaths. Collecting her focus and doing her best to gather the ether in the surrounding. Thanks to overusing magic and a lack of sleep, her mind was already foggy. Yet, she pushed on.“That… isn’t… part… of… the plan.” Edvard replied between the twang of his bow. Luckily, he had more tha
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Edvard took a deep breath and calmed his heart. Abigail was next to him, responsible for blasting any orcs who made it to the roof, back to the ground. She was still tired. Unlike Edvard, she had no sudden recovery thanks to a strange magical sword.Yet, she was determined. She took deep, steady breaths, focusing on the surrounding and doing her best to remain calm. The destruction of her hometown had certainly sent her heart into shock. She was ready to accept that none of her family had made it out.Even so, she had many friends in the town. She hoped and prayed that some of them might still be alive.“You ready?” Edvard asked, his targets in his sights.“Yes, let’s do this!” Abigail replied, determined to fight to the last. Even if their mission ended up unsuccessful, she wanted to kill as many of these damned orcs as possible before her dying breath.“Right.” Taking another deep breath, Edvard could feel a strange energy filling his lungs. Distributing itself to the rose patterns
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The roses imprinting themselves into Edvard caused him to glow. Abigail gasped in awe at the sight, his entire body lighting up like he was some sort of angel. Until it all vanished, leaving only faint outlines of the roses. Like fading tattoos.“A-are you alright?” Abigail asked.“I feel great!” Edvard replied with a warm smile. Filled to the brim with energy and more confident than ever. “Let’s go see if the town is still holding out.”Edvard took the lead. The two followed the path created by the orcs when they had chased Edvard, having cut down all plants in their way, allowed the two to move swiftly and in an almost straight line. Their return taking them no time at all.Smoke was the first thing they noticed upon exiting the forest.“Ahhh—” Edvard moved quickly, stopping Abigail from making any further sounds.“Look carefully, the smoke isn’t acting normal. I think someone is controlling it to give cover to survivors.” Once he was sure she wasn’t about to shout in concern, Eldri
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Edvard slowly stirred, fighting the sleepiness that filled his entire body. He fought to simply stay conscious. Sleep was a tempting mistress, but his years in the illusion taught him never to let sleep dull his sense. He needed to confirm the situation. The last thing he recalled was seeing Abigail among the carnage.Abigail was sitting near a fire, her clothes a mess of blood and tears, having used her clothes as bandages for Edvard's wounds. Forcing himself upright, Edvard smiled. She was a beautiful girl, far too young for him, but he could at least enjoy the sight as the fire illuminated her hair. Her hair was no longer a shiny bright green but rather a deep dark green. Yet it was still enchanting as a shine would come through as the flames of the fire played in the wind. Edvard was lying atop some large leaves, close enough for the fire’s heat to reach him. His own clothes were tattered, his toning muscles reflecting the light of the fire. A few more months, and he would be at
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