ALL NOVEL Chapter 39: First Journey(2)
It had been a few hours later when the elves and dwarves had stopped their discussions. Not permanently, it's not that easy to decide on every aspect of a society in just the span of a few moments. No, they were in need of a break and wanted to check in on their tired members.
So they set up a table with a pitcher in the center. Inside the pitcher was liquid tinged with a citrus orange. On the pitcher formed several spots of dew, condensed water from the air, all around the outside. Whatever it was inside the pitcher, it was cold. An item they were given to use for a refreshing beverage.
"Say, that epiphany from earlier, did it feel odd to you?" A dwarf asked, drinking something from a wooden mug, a cool frothy beverage. "Damn this stuff is good." He exclaimed in a bit of shock.
The others sitting at this table gulped and kicked back a bit from their own mugs. Too include the elves sitting with them.
"You're right, it's quite good, calming even. What did Mother call this?" An elf asked, looking at the center of the table, where the pitcher remained.
"Ah, that would be… Ah, no, I forgot. Ahahaha, drink up!" A dwarf answered, indulging in his drink.
There was a brief moment where everyone sat in silence as they drank their first few sips. The first dwarf to speak earlier, looked around at the others waiting for their response.
"IT'S GOOD!"
"Ahahaha! Right you are!" The dwarf laughed along.
With an eruption of laughter came some idle chatter for a moment, until an elf remembered the earlier question. "You asked about that epiphany, right?" The elf asked, a little flushed.
"Yeah, it was weird, it was like I could suddenly do something more. Or like I knew my work's results would be better than they were earlier. Crazy right?" The dwarf spoke, not holding anything back.
"It might be that thing Mother had talked about a few times before… Levels? I think it was." An elf mentioned, though only half heartedly as his face was currently resting on the table, and he would hiccup once in a while.
"That would mean… We have a potential for growing in a similar way…" The dwarf mentioned scratching his beard. "I doubt we'd ever reach even a sliver of Lady Nature's power though." He mentioned taking a look towards the giant tree that Night Silver had created out of nothing. "I feel like such power is too difficult for normal people to obtain." He said.
There was a moment where everyone nodded in agreement. To think they'd ever reach such a level seemed like insanity. So they laughed heartily until… Winged beings surrounded them with spears directed their way.
"Who are you! And why are you here!" A man's voice shouted out from one of the individuals.
"Huh? What's going on?" The Dwarf, having drank a little too much, spoke in a rambly voice. "Are they angels? Or humans with wings? Have you heard of them before?" He asked the elf.
"Uh, I'm not sure either. But they don't look friendly. And I doubt we could win if we fought… Mother will come and sort this out if we just wait." The elf said, filling his mug up to full once again. "Care for a drink?" He asked, the winged beings.
"Huh, poison! You try to kill us?!" Another of the winged people said. "DIE!" He shouted, making a charge forward. "Huh" He muttered in shock as he stopped.
At the end of the spear, was a lone feminine hand grinding the spears blade. The winged man couldn't believe his eyes, so he blinked a few more times. Then looked up to see a face he recognized. Not the person's identity or anything like that, no, he understood the expression on that face. It was the look a mother would give a bully for hurting her baby.
"Who do you think you are, coming here and attacking my children like this?" Night Silver said with that angry scowl. "They were kind enough to offer you a drink, then you attack them? Maybe I should rearrange that body of yours. Because clearly you only think with your ass. Perhaps it would serve you better to swap it with your head." She suggested coldly.
The one winged man from before looked side to side and nodded, relaxing his stance and retracting his spear, the others followed suit. "Are you perhaps the one in charge here? My name is Rocky Breeze, I was born during a strong wind and so that was to be my name. May I ask for yours?" He said stepping forward, to put himself in a vulnerable position. A show of good faith.
Night Silver in her rage crushed the spear blade so hard it snapped under the pressure. And then she turned to the other man, a stern look still on her face. "Your name is Rocky Breeze? Next time control your people. Had a single hair been hurt on my people I can promise with 100% certainty I'd have killed all of you. Not even the dragon lords have the gall to go against me without amassing many of themselves." She stated in a cold, harsh tone, making it very clear she wasn't playing around. "I was given the title, Mother Nature upon the victory over the Dragon Emperor. Since you're starting out with a social debt, you will call me by this title." She explained.
"Mother Nature… As in…" Rocky Breeze stammered in shock, he froze, unmoving. Not even a single flap of his wings. "It is an honor to meet you. Mother Nature, goddess of the world. We always knew you were real. Please allow me to apologize on behalf of my subordinate. If we knew these were your people, we as worshipers wouldn't have made any moves." He uttered, getting down on one knee and crossing an arm over it to support his weight as he lowered his head in reverence.
"Huh? Oh, well then. It seems I've got some questions for you." Night Silver said, relaxing a little. Surely this is a ploy, right? But if it was, why would they try it after seeing that spear shatter into pieces… Where did they come from?