Interlude 1: Under Attack

"That day, my mom was fidgeting with it on the front porch. She was concentrating, inspecting this ring. The backyard was filled with sounds from Jonas and Terissa, playing Magic Touch. Along with Dad, they were dashing around the little forest we've got, to slightly improve the dull state of what was going on in the little city."

"About Jonas though, he was preparing for a very old-fashioned botanical school. He said that the Botany’s Quest for Youths would be held in Washington. As I thought, he practically left out Julia's suggestion for being the same as her, a full-time Victorian Metalworker. Jonas was always Cory's favorite of the Hanspel family. He persuaded the young man to be a biomancer, following dad into the military out to today. Truly unrespectful. I--", Tane got cut short from Hanker's intervening.

"Please, bring it out, under that ambiguous tongue of yours. The truth. Truth that beholds the greatness that can be collected and converted into true arcane power. Tell me and no one will be harmed. I hate bragging about the machine, come on."

"Yea, totally, but why so specific about my oral parts."

Silence conquered for five lengthy seconds.

“Forget it. Here goes"

That sluggish Tuesday. Tane was with his favorite aunt across the pathway, assisting her on standard chores in the one and only Absorption Chamber built by the greats of greats across many generations. With the requests at the workshop, he felt more experienced under the depressing situations of swordmen, shield-people and all sorts of combatant customers, shouting for refunds of how slow the kid was. Though, Tane had sensed a rather strange tickle under his skin. He knew it wasn't what he really was excited with, without repeating itself for about seventy years of breaking wrists and splattering against sparks of fire on a carved block of iron. If God and Nature collaborated on customizing his birth genes, that would be an explanation of that moment.

While he was hammering a steel handle tiredly, the bell was pounded another. Tane panicked, scaring more customers than the new raid itself. Screaming like Satan birthed upon earth in the same room as a boy was helping his lovely aunt. Crushing through the reinforced barriers of ours was more pistolers and wild wranglers. A typical flag was raised, but it was getting suspicious for the townsfolk. How much devastation would be made from the power of a Ballista – 25 attack? A Kulagog showed itself out of a mysterious opening in mid-air. It tumbled from the top of the Spoiling Well and landed four feet on the ground like how Mandrew would possibly do. The majestic horns of poison and death, the eyes of weariness, the sharpened teeth from a flint. It grunted. It charged, only to greet with the librarian and demolished half of it. It continued doing, so for as long as Tane wouldn't want to watch. He couldn't just believe it. Tane sprinted across the little bridge over the little river, the little path, the little garden with little dandelions, only to pause behind the not-so-little redwood door, rimmed with bronze. The grounds shook as if Prejudice, yet again, returned amidst the people of Present Olden. But, he knew that it was alike. The attack's magnitude was exceedingly identical to what he had hoped from the hysterical hypothesis.

The shivering knob revolved under the command of his wet-wrist, twisting quickly, sending the rusty lock released. The large man-sized wooden board pushed over from the gusts outside, unblocked by the, now, unfastened metal bulb. Behind it was only quietness. He yelled, hoping for somebody to reply back, but any voice was not heard even just a simple cough. He stood there, silently staring when the havoc commences with burning ash, smoke and rubble running down the fractured and hardened concrete walls. His eyes were watered with such tragic of an end for his two soul-bounded parents who wished his life could mutate onto a polished overwhelming future. What he couldn't easily find, weighed his eyes with heartbreaking tears. Isolation was the answer for his next path of unknown decisions."

"My, my, what an unfortunate day", Hanker was disappointed.

“Well, that’s not really how it ended nor what you actually asked for. Duh.”

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