Lucid Phantasy Chapter 1 Act 2

While walking along the beaten path an old woman walking with a beaten blue bag over her back. I jog up to the old lady to ask for some directions to Firsius.

“Parton me, miss. Do you know where Firsius is?”

The old woman looked up to me my eyes and said “Why yes.” She pointed out the directions with her boney hand. “Just keep going straight until you find a peach tree, then make a left and you’ll see a sign with the town’s name.”

“Thank you,” I politely said before jogging off.

“Anytime dearie,” said the old woman as she walks away “Such a nice young lady.”

I kept on jogging for an hour the road felt like an infinite loop, by that time my feet started to hurt. But I kept pushing myself even though my feet hurt. After a half an hour of jogging I spotted a tree in the far distance, I was ecstatic to possible find what the old woman spoke and bolted off. As the tree got closer I spotted a pinkish circle on the leaves, I realize that’s the peach tree the old lady spoke.

“Crickey, thank you! Even though I should question about a lone peach tree, but who cares,” I cried out and went under the shade.

Too tired to climb up the trunk instead I plan to cut the peaches down with my sabre, but I turn to my side to find that the silver handle was missing! I was searching frantically for the handle, looking around the handle behind the sabre to find the silver handle with the same jade orb and turn to the other side to see the same engraving when I first found the handle. This new discovery surprised me, but it’s questioning of how the handle fused with the sabre. I pick a good position and swung my sabre towards the peach from their branches. After missing a few times my blade finally manages to cute the stem and fell into my left hand, then sat down and clean the fuzzy fruit with a small cloth from my back pocket.

I bite into the fuzzy bum shaped fruit the taste is very sweet and crunchy as it ran down into my gut, I savor every second of that peach. I haven’t eaten anything in hours since I got here, plus I forgot to bring some snacks with me before the trip. But I’m not going to risk having mum yell at me in the middle of the bloody night. After eating that delicious peach I cut a few peaches for the road and head left.

As I was walking I heard k-pop music coming from my pocket grabbing my cell phone to see a selfie picture of Andrew Decker in Germany, I press a green button shaped like a telephone and put my phone to my ear.

“What is it Andrew”

Hi…um. Beatrix, I just wanna apologize for being an angry bull at you on the bus. I just wanted to be more social, but it’s hard for you to step out being solo for a while,”

“I know. But have you forgotten I have some issues and a mental condition,” I pointed out as I walk.

Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that. But I just wanted you to know that if you ever have any problems or get some information you have, you know like mythology. Sooo call me.

I thinly smiled “Thanks.” Then end the call.

When I put my cellphone back into my front pocket, then I return my sight to the front to find a big build bored saying: Firsius up ahead, One mile away.

I was so happy to see the town not being too far from here, running pass the sign a few steps to see a town in the distant. Until I heard a horse’s yell not too far from where I am; I didn’t want to risk waiting around for the future to unfold, so I fan as fast as my body could take. As I ran I glace to my left to see a person riding towards me in the same direction. I try to out run the rider but it was useless as my body became tired, so I had to fight my weary body to make it towards Firsius.

All of a sudden, a bunch of thorns sprout out of the ground and I had to forcibly stop myself and try to go around, but more thorns sprout out every time I try to get away. I was halfway tried to fully react or understand what’s going on and just looked around. By the time I turned around I was done for.

“I, found you,” the black hooded man said nonchalantly.

I pulled out my sabre and pointed the tip towards the man’s chest.

“Didn’t your parents taught you to never point your weapons at strangers.” The hood man sarcastically said.

“Nope but you sir are very strange,”

He somehow kept his cool and quickly disarm me by swinging his legs and hitting the back of my hand, making me drop my sabre. “Charming. You’re coming with me.”

“Let go you weirdo,” I yelled while I struggle to break free from his grip. “You’re going to regret the day you cross me,”

I bit his hand hard, he let go of my wrist. I quickly grab my sabre and cut his arm, not all the way though. Blood dyed his sleeve as he screams in pain.

“So that’s how you’re going to play?” the man said angrily as he stands up “Heheh. Very well then, but I love playing rough.”

The hooded man grabbed his whip around his waist. We circled around each other for a while, until he swung his whip and missed my right leg. I try to get closer by hopping along the front as I side step around the hooded man. I got close enough to his back and cut another wound on his shoulder black and hop back a few steps. Then repeated a second time and stabbed his calf, he almost fell to the ground and slowly got back up. When I did my same battle routine a third time the hooded man swung his whip and hit my thigh, falling to the ground and losing my sabre. Then wrap his whip around my arm and torso.

“Next time, try not to use the same fighting tactics.” He tugs the handle and heads towards his horse.

“There is no way I’m ending up a Mary Sue,” then kick the hooded man in the bollocks.

He falls on his knees in pain and grabs his crotch with both hands. His rope of the whip gotten loose and I quickly got out, bolting towards my sabre and raising my blade towards him. When the hooded man got up with his whip in hand and made eye contact, he unexpectedly gasped.

“This isn’t the end of our story. No matter where you are I’ll find you, even if you think you’re safe I’ll, tear those walls down,” the hooded man exclaimed and went limping towards his brown horse and riding off.

I smiled and put away my sabre, turning around to find a man twice my height putting away his luger pistol inside his long tan leather dress coat along with two zippers on both sleeves, pockets on the bottom of this coat and his collar covered his entire neck. He has medium length blond hair and light brown eyes; he looked like he’s in his twenties.

“You don’t need to be afraid, I won’t do you any harm,” his voice was deep yet gentle.

I was very hesitant to walk towards him after that incident. Yet I feel not paranoid, something I haven’t felt since I was seven and a half years old. The man slowly walks towards me as I shut my eyes. I wanted to run away or pull out my sabre yet in the back of my mind didn’t I want to run away. I froze up when he put his cold hand on the top of my head then stops at the bottom of my jaw bone, opening my eyes to see the man smiling thinly.

“See, I don’t bite.” As I saw his sharp fangs. “Let me introduce myself, my name is Charles Valentine-”

“Why would you introduce yourself to a complete stranger?” I asked not seeing why Charles would do that.

“Are you saying I’m strange,” Charles thinly smile.

My cheeks started to turn red and said “N-no, I just think that introducing yourself to a complete stranger.”

“But you introduce yourself to your friends,”

“Yeah, but that’s different. Anyway I better keep moving.”

“Hold on,” he grabbed my arm “Before you go I want to give you something that might help you.” Charles unzips one of his sleeves and pulled out a piece of folded paper.

Carefully unfolded the piece of paper one by one to discover a map of Larius. I put my finger on Firsius and red circle surrounded the small town. “Wait, you don’t have a map anymore,”

“Don’t worry, I have a spare.”

I waved goodbye and head towards the small town while walking, Charles Valentine said “We’ll meet again.”