NARYA’s POV

Aww~

What the h*ck, that f*cking nudist!

Ah ah Aw aw~

I can’t open my eyes.

Oh my, oh my …my body.

I can’t see anything.

*fast lick

Oh? What is this?

Dirt?

Where the f*ck am I? Why is it so dark?

I stretch my arms…

*touch touch

0_0

“Sleep maggot”

What?

“You!”

“Yes, remove your hands on me” (What the hell with that croaked voice.)

I remove my hands immediately from his stomach (I suppose) and get up — “OWWW!”

“Where the fuck are we?!”

Jes*s Christ! I massaged my forehead after bumping on the solid roof.

I extend my arms above us, it’s rough, solid… rock indeed

I grope on the ground for my dagger but I suddenly felt a strike on my nape and blacked out.

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The next morning, I woke up alone in a small cave stone. My captor was gone so I hurried to escape, unfortunately, I dived onto the ground. My legs numbed, my body immediately stiffened and I felt stuck, paralyzed. After a while, I could move but not totally, I waddled with both my rigid arms on my side. I keep walking like a penguin towards nowhere when someone suddenly grabs my robe. I turn around like an idiot and saw him, first look, (d*mn, he handsome), second look (d*mn he gonna kill me). Is he trying to be cool or what but that stern face is effortlessly hot.

*cough silently

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He did not speak and just carried me like a log. I tried to speak but I just keep groaning, words are not coming out. I even burped just by trying.

Where’s my voice?

“I poisoned you this morning in case you try running away… like now”, he said, as if I deserved an explanation. What I deserve right now is freedom.

“Ooh ooh, ah ah”

No No!! Where’s my voice? AAAHH!

I behave on his shoulders, h*ck, he might throw me if I struggle you know.

If this man is a nomasa, then … he captured me for the hunting season. T-that would be a fact, is this my fate now?

How about me on Earth? If I die here, I will die there with unexplained death.

NO… I wanna go home.

I can’t help to sob just thinking about the things I haven’t done yet on Earth. I am a virgin, single, and most importantly I don’t have money. I promised myself to bring fortune once I visit my parents in the province. But here I am on this fucking world, and I don’t know what my human me is doing, is she doing well. Is she still keeping up with her pretentious colleagues? It’s been two years already, did she got promoted? Did someone ask her for a date?

I wanna go home.

You promise me oldbird, where the fuck are you?!

My captor put me down on the dirt and he cooks in front of me. I’m coughing from the smoke RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, but I can’t move nor speak. He even eats in front of me, grilled fish I believe.

EWWW

I can’t stand the sight of the fish, its cook but its violet. It looks so alien and unappetizing, but he eats it so attentively, piece by piece without muttering a word or glancing somewhere, like at me?

I don’t feel hunger by the way so no problemo, but my body can't function without fill. So, even though I find the food in this world unappealing because they are colorful and poisonous looking, it's still a must to eat.

Aside from not feeling hunger, I also could not smell, it’s astral transition thing because I am yet to become a full astral, I believe. But these loose of bodily senses is both a mystery for me and old monk. Oh, I could not taste as well, and some of my body parts are not physical. Like my legs, it’s like I am partly a ghost cause I can’t be touched on that particular area as things slip through.

On my first days in this world, I am a literal ghost, I go through walls except for the stone at the citadel. Old bird trained me, finding ways to recover a physical body. He said all astrals are a simple duplicate of their original form, which means they are also physical in their astral form, but me… it’s like my soul is summoned to this world. If that is true then, am I dead on Earth? This question still remains in my head, but I have the astralis, so that should suffice my worry. I heal fast… speaking of healing, I could feel my body recovering.. I moved my arms and feet. The stiffness is gone, but what now?

Should I run again? But where?

My captor immediately stood and throw the violet fish in my direction. He put off the fire.

What’s the rush?

Without any warning, he carried me again on his back. I remained silent, this is better than walking. Oh

Wait

We are not walking. We are climbing on a giant tree.

What the hell with this guy.

“AWW!” How dare that twig slap my forehead

“You speak?”

Opps, shouldn’t have blurted. He stopped climbing.

“Yeah? Hehe”

“Get off my back or you fall”, he said.

“Forget it. “, He said again before I even move and continue to climb.

I realized we’re simply hiding from whoever is coming. I could hear the people speaking in Ghelish (main language of the scaled-people) and a foreign dialect .

“Get off now, hide”, he said. I do what he says, this tree is unbelievable high. And we are almost at the top. I could view Mountain Ard. How long am I unconscious to get this far.

My captor signaled me to shush and stop looking down. But I already looked below and recognize the scaled-people.

Dyrans

I immediately look away and hid myself. Sh*t

They may be cute but they are to be avoided. Especially for someone like me with a short life span. Dyrans are known to be the cursed children, they are dwarfs with the face of a child, they are the most loyal scaled-people in this world. However, they live by feeding on their keepers' souls. If they choose you to be their master, there will be no escape. They will cling unto you until they suck the tiniest life energy remaining on you.

Some scaled-people accept them to be their slaves, but a mere human shouldn’t. 100 years is like a 1-year meal for them. Unlike the scaled people who could live up to 500 years, and could sacrifice their 100 years at the least.

I could hear them in gibberish because of the strange language.

I look up to the sky, it was unbelievably similar on Earth. My heart started to pound so hard, I could hear them climbing on this very tree, I look at my captor, he was prepared…

I noticed his left hand, its pure white scales. He’s holding on to his bow with an arrow. I pointed at his waist, he has my dagger. He snob at me.

They are getting closer. I could hear the scrapes from the bark as they climb. The wind getting colder as I try to calm. A leaf fell on my head, I have the urge to remove it but I am afraid my moving shadow will be seen.

“Hello master”

“AAAAAAHHH!”