09-09-2017, 04:11 AM
Tears welled up in the huntress’s eyes. Her search for answers led only to more questions. What was the meaning of all of this destruction she had witnessed? Did she have a hand in it? What does she do now? She returned her sword and shield to their spot on her back and let out a deep sigh. Just as she was about to move on, someone approached her from the farm home. A man, scratches littered his arms and a few shined on his face. He carried some kind of farm tool that Pyrrha wasn't able to identify just by looking at it.
“Young lady, that there was quite the display. I have to thank ya’ for comin’ when you did or me and my entire family wouldn't be here to live the tale.” He said in a slightly panicked voice that was finding it’s relief. He was an older scruffy-looking who would be lucky to wield a weapon if had the strength to pick it up.
“Please, don't worry about it. I kind of got rung into the fight.” She admitted. “While I’m pleased to hear your family is safe, it was mostly self-defense.”
“Well, I’d love to say we all made it through this safely without a scratch, but me and my boy didn't get the good end of the stick. He got it worse than I did myself.” The old man said looking back at his farm. “I'm sure my wife is helping him recover about now.”
“Will he be alright? Is there anything I can do to help?” Pyrrha asked.
“Well, supplies can be thin so far from the city, unfortunately, and I never have time to make my way there beyond harvest time.” He replied scratching his head. “We are running low on medical supplies. Bandages, sterilizer, etc.”
“I can do that for you, sir. Point me the closest city.” She said looking subconsciously for signs of civilization.
“If you insist, please follow me. I have an order ready in Darkshire that just needs picked up. It’s terribly difficult to get someone to deliver them. Most of ‘em just end up dead.” The old man admitted as he turned around to head back to his home. He turned to make sure Pyrrha was following suit. She followed behind, looking around as she walked through the grass and onto the trail.
“Ya’ ain’t from these parts, are ya’?” He asked as the walked on the dirt trail that looked like it was meant for wagons.
“Um, no sir. I'm not actually sure where I am from admittedly.” Pyrrha said. “All I remember was a terrible pain and then a faceless white man who called himself Omni.”
“Yer a Prime?” He asked, as if Pyrrha had the answer to that one. “I never met many of yer type before.”
“I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about.”
“You Primes have the ability to make things like magic with Omnilium. Everything in this world is made of the stuff.” He starts. “But, then y’ve got us secondary folks who are much more normal. We gotta eat and sleep and all that you fellas don't have to worry about.”
Pyrrha placed her hand on her stomach just noticing she had been in the Omniverse for hours and wasn't exactly hungry or tired at all. This new universe just seemed to be getting weirder with each passing hour. After that conversation, she was given the order receipt and was quick to leave.
“I will return shortly, sir.” The polite red-head said as she ran off in the direction of Darkshire. The man waved her off as she hurried along the trail.
“Young lady, that there was quite the display. I have to thank ya’ for comin’ when you did or me and my entire family wouldn't be here to live the tale.” He said in a slightly panicked voice that was finding it’s relief. He was an older scruffy-looking who would be lucky to wield a weapon if had the strength to pick it up.
“Please, don't worry about it. I kind of got rung into the fight.” She admitted. “While I’m pleased to hear your family is safe, it was mostly self-defense.”
“Well, I’d love to say we all made it through this safely without a scratch, but me and my boy didn't get the good end of the stick. He got it worse than I did myself.” The old man said looking back at his farm. “I'm sure my wife is helping him recover about now.”
“Will he be alright? Is there anything I can do to help?” Pyrrha asked.
“Well, supplies can be thin so far from the city, unfortunately, and I never have time to make my way there beyond harvest time.” He replied scratching his head. “We are running low on medical supplies. Bandages, sterilizer, etc.”
“I can do that for you, sir. Point me the closest city.” She said looking subconsciously for signs of civilization.
“If you insist, please follow me. I have an order ready in Darkshire that just needs picked up. It’s terribly difficult to get someone to deliver them. Most of ‘em just end up dead.” The old man admitted as he turned around to head back to his home. He turned to make sure Pyrrha was following suit. She followed behind, looking around as she walked through the grass and onto the trail.
“Ya’ ain’t from these parts, are ya’?” He asked as the walked on the dirt trail that looked like it was meant for wagons.
“Um, no sir. I'm not actually sure where I am from admittedly.” Pyrrha said. “All I remember was a terrible pain and then a faceless white man who called himself Omni.”
“Yer a Prime?” He asked, as if Pyrrha had the answer to that one. “I never met many of yer type before.”
“I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about.”
“You Primes have the ability to make things like magic with Omnilium. Everything in this world is made of the stuff.” He starts. “But, then y’ve got us secondary folks who are much more normal. We gotta eat and sleep and all that you fellas don't have to worry about.”
Pyrrha placed her hand on her stomach just noticing she had been in the Omniverse for hours and wasn't exactly hungry or tired at all. This new universe just seemed to be getting weirder with each passing hour. After that conversation, she was given the order receipt and was quick to leave.
“I will return shortly, sir.” The polite red-head said as she ran off in the direction of Darkshire. The man waved her off as she hurried along the trail.
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