NOVEL NEXT Arc III Chapter 3
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Arc III Chapter 3
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25th Anima Lunar VIII AAC 753
Aurora spent her time at her most recent favourite spot. Sitting on a destroyed pillar, she was dangling her tiny feetsies in the air. The room featured many pillars. The majority were in subpar condition, either completely destroyed, or severely damaged. Hers was the latter. Cleanly cut in half, the upper half formed a staircase, allowing a petite girl like her to climb the pillar in a comfortable way to throne above her mere mortal friends.
Aurora watched the entire room from above. Natural sunlight entered through the destroyed ceiling, illuminating the vast hall. Sturdy stones walls flanked the room on all sides. At the end, two massive statues welcomed them. Two warriors watched over the hall throughout the ages, guarding a closed gate. Nobody knew what mysteries lay beyond.
A single word occupied Aurora's mind, boredom. Her life was boring, boring to the point poor Aurora lost any sense for time and space. Detached from the physical world and the trivial earthly needs of the mortal realm, existential questions about the purpose and essence of life plagued little Aurora to the point she was already approaching spiritual enlightenment.
Aurora sighed. Her inactivity was pure torture, an inhumane practice, a miserable fate for a curious girl like her who was bored to death.
Out of options, and out of ideas, Aurora consulted her doll. “What shall we do?”
But even her most trusted advisers fell silent. Aurora doll didn't answer, being equally at a loss.
Her hopes deflated, and her gaze turned once again empty, as Aurora lowered her head. Her martyrdom wouldn't end ...
Unless ...
Unless ...
Aurora and her doll both looked in the same direction, identifying a worthwhile victim. A grin adorned her lips. It was time to pay Nelaeryn a friendly visit.
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Lambert yawned. Guard duty was always such a tiresome affair, albeit a necessary evil, a true pain in the arse. His concentration diminished, and the unfocused mind was prone to mistakes, and mistakes cost lives. Usually.
Rubbing his eyes, he dispelled his drowsiness. The days passed without anything noteworthy. Nothing major happened. Not that the complaint, as peaceful days were good days.
“Tired?” Michael chuckled. “Even the wise Lambert isn't immune to the temptations of sleep.”
Lambert grumbled, as he wasn't much in the mood for teasing. “Shut up, Michael, be glad you are still young ...”
His instincts snapped to attention. The girl was once again on the move. Their mysterious girl left her position and started wandering around.
His watchful narrowed eyes followed her every step. Where was the little demon going? What was she planning?
“Should we intervene?” Michael raised an eyebrow.
Lambert calmed his friend. “We should ..., but I guess we can give her some leeway. The girl behaved the last few days.”
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Nelaeryn studied the walls and expanded his notes. He copied glyphs and produced drawings. Their predecessors delivered sloppy work, work unworthy of the standards of the Royal Academy. They were dispatched to correct their errors.
So many secrets, so much knowledge, were lost following the fall of the ancient kingdoms. Their time was an era lost to the realm of myths and legends. Their destruction shook the very foundation of civilisation for centuries to come. Their shining light succumbed, and darkness engulfed the known world. The Weltenbrand set the world afire, plunging the continent into an age of strife and ruin.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips and pain filled his heart. The loss of so much knowledge pained the soul of every scholar. No true seeker of knowledge couldn't be moved. Science, literature, art, all vanquished by the fires of war. So precious little survived. So precious little was saved. Only fragments remained, relics of the distant past. A tragedy, but true scholars like him would give their best. They would preserve the past to the best of their abilities for future generations.
Nelaeryn continued drawing. His swift hands moved his pencil. His work proceeded smoothly until a certain girl disturbed his peace.
“What are you doing?” A certain girl appeared from behind, peeking at his drawings.
Nelaeryn guarded his notes. Children, annoying brats regardless of race. “That's none of your business. My work is a matter of civilisatory importance, so stop bothering me!”
Aurora tilted her confused head. “Civilisitory importance?”
“Civilisatory.” Nelaeryn scoffed, his dismissal apparent. What would a mere girl understand about the heights of academic pursuit? What would she know? The girl might possess some modest talent for magic considering her human pedigree, but in the end, she was nothing but an ordinary girl, a plebeian, an illiterate country bumpkin.
Aurora pouted. “No need to be so mean. I was just asking, but Uncle Nelaeryn is a big old meanie. Sister Arwing is way nicer than you.”
Nelaeryn retained his calm. Her mediocre insults didn't bother him in the least.
Aurora crossed her arms. “No wonder you have no girlfriend. Evil Uncle has a terrible personality. Evil Uncle will never find a wife.”
Her words provoked an immediate reaction. Nelaeryn met the girl with an iron glare. His eyebrows twitched in furious anger. “What did you say?”
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