Andrew White
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"You go. And at the end of it all, you'll be North. Talk to you then. If everything goes according to plan, that is." "For sure, young man." Just like this, my old advisor disappeared into the forest. A jump sufficed for his silhouette to melt away in the canopy of trees above. He landed upon the highest branch, and from then on, he would watch over me. And deal with most of the problems, too. At the end of it all, after we would meet up in the end, a few days from now, I wouldn't be an elven princess…
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Again, the opening door creaked. White-haired was standing not so far away from the entrance. If people didn't know better, they would have thought he was guarding it. "Princess! You finally come back," the elf declared, storming to me. In fact, he was more of a stalker than a guard. Like the loyal dog he was, he didn't dare to be slow as he went on barking at his master with panic. But I would do as I was told. I would act as per the 'plan'. "Princess this! Princess that!" I loudly complained, pulling a…
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"As a matter of fact, I must be wrong. As strong as you may be, and for better or worse, young man, I more than doubt you would possess such ancient, legendary benediction." I mocked him saying he was jealous, but he was not. He mentioned an 'eldest soul ever' to me, and I thought he might qualify for the title. Congratulations, old man, you have obtained the Eldest Soul Ever Title, would the System say. Seriously though. Before I could stop him because such philosophical discussions only annoyed me…
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"Heh, you crazy old man. Thanks. You're a charitable guy. I like it." After the old man's beautiful discourse, I changed my mind. What all the words he had spoken meant was basically that, if I was a monster, he was a monster too. That also meant that if he was a human, then I was one too. We were the same, any race or group of people we belonged to shouldn't matter in the least. Peace was the way he had chosen. Be it a human, a demi-human, or even a sentient monster—dealing with all three he would stay…
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I needed some time to think. And some thinking material, too. "Absolutely. You may spend the night here, ho ho!" "Hehe. Not that long of a time, but sure, thanks. You tell me about your story now anyway." "M-My story!?" the old man blushed. "I-Is it really okay… young man!?" God, sometimes he was really weird. Before I was totally grossed out, he yelled about how he could die with no regrets, now. He always dreamed about telling his grandson stories. Now was the occasion. Shaking my head at him, I…
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Supposedly, probably, maybe, who knew for sure, this story would get him entertained and amused. With that, I could confidently then say, 'I accompanied you and warmed your poor abandoned heart, so you help me in my quest!' As he seemed to show great interest in me, I decided to tell him everything. I liked the old man. My story, my beginning, my obtaining of that Consciousness skill everyone else innately had. Surrounded by four walls and accompanied by an old man, my lips spoke and spoke. A furnace…
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The old man spoke again. He urged his guests to come and sit around his table. Again, he apologized for his lack of manners. And nodding confidently, he kept emphasizing the one pillow next to him. My hand dropped the knife. It fell by my feet. Wincing at the old man I asked him what he wanted. Words of apology again reached our—or rather my ears alone, as the two elves were clearly out—and firmly urged me to him. The eagerness he had to do so was what moved me… But there was only one pillow. "We're…
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While he gripped at absolutely nothing, I gripped at my knife. And so, still slithering, I closed in on him and aimed at his heart. With a whipping movement— "Wha—! Haaah!" He managed to evade me. Instead of his heart, the knife went right through his left hand. Crying out in pain, he held out his hand in a stiffening position. Blood leaked on his tunic. "Agh~! My hand—!" In one of the two areas of this room, there was a peacefully resting old man, sipping on his cup of tea. And in the other area,…
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"Are you guys ready?" "Princess—" "Say nothing." And coughing emblematically in one of my hands, marking the beginning of a speech, I continued. "Gentlemen. As you might well be acquainted with, we're having an issue. My party is unfortunately in conflict with yours." I didn't stop grinning. The kinder elf, Kinder, made to talk, but I held out a hand to him. He stopped. "Now, let's just get straight to the point. We all know here, as grown-up adults that, issues beget conflict, and conflicts beget…
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"...I'm repeating myself, but… I can only see how much effort and time you have put into growing stronger. You have reached a high level. And only you know how many other tricks up your sleeve you have in wait." "And? Just get straight to the point, White-haired." "W-White-haired…? Ahem. Princess, do you perhaps intend to fight our enemies? To struggle in a war against them? To raise our people to a dignified station, provide them with weapons, and what… fight?" Up till that moment, the elf was…
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