(3rd-Person Narrator: Auream Regulam)

The year was 333 A.D. (this meant 333 years of Aurea Dominance) and it was in the autumn of November. This calendar system, of course, originated from the first Aurea explorers. They began from what then was a small hamlet. On a cold December day, a group of 30 set out to explore because of a poor harvest.

On their journey, they collected the best technological, agricultural, and supernatural wonders Tekton could offer at the time. It was only decided by their witty, but small, otherworldly leader Logos to introduce a unified system of time. This promoted connectivity between all races. In actuality, the reason behind the whole idea was to keep track of how long the group was away. Logos and the others suffered incredibly from homesickness…

Anyway, the rising star called Solaris was shining its rays to warm up the chilly day which said it was about midday. As there was no winter season, it could be said Auream Regulam was a natural Garden of Eden. But this terminology originated from Earth and the Townspeople weren't religious…

A tattered man can be seen shuffling his feet across the town’s only road, which was covered in a special plant. The grass was nicknamed “Softies” from its texture being extremely comfortable to rest on.

Mud splashed across the whiteness of his weird half-robe and a line of decorative, or magical, buttons lined its center from his collarbone to his waist. The robe showed his well-traveled, if not sad, nature. His pale skin spoke of him as ill-stricken. His face, by the dragging crow’s feet and baggy eyes, revealed his exhaustion. His complexion screamed of suspicion. I mean, just look at the rips in his pants!

*cough* *cough*

Ahem.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Some Aurea in the fields surrounding the town were harvesting wheat when they saw him a good 100 meters away. They were astonished. How can such a person pass all the security measures set up by Logos? Why was there no escort? Why are they so worn out? Who didn’t show the fabled kindness of the Aurea? All kinds of these questions were asked until the Town Mayor decided to deal with this situation. The outer farmers can be scolded later for their failure, but this person needed care right now.

This is how Roaring Thunder approached the situation- committed to decisive action. By now, the traveler collapsed onto the field of “Softies” and continued dragging their damned body towards the direction of the town. When Roaring Thunder got within 4 meters of the boney mass, he realized something was absolutely off.

The raspy breathing and rhythmic coughing that it was making sounded much like a “Plague Bearer”. This monster was an undead creature reborn from the darkest corners of Tekton. But its appearance spoke of a “Bone Ghoul,” which was another type of undead, famed for its intelligent acting to lure in prey.

Preparing his Thunder Fists, Roaring Thunder shouted,

(Roaring Thunder) “On what grounds is your visit based on?!? Produce your identification or be eliminated! You are suspected to be a scouting undead, possibly sent by a necromancer!”

This was nothing special, really. There was always someone stupid enough to want to take from their town. They usually attacked or stole some plants or another. Only a group of 10 Aurea would be needed to “take care” of the issue by judging the necessity of their actions. And that meant, most of the time, utter destruction. Why? Because they could have asked for what they needed! The Aurea give to whoever was justified for their help.

In response to this loud noise, the figure stopped dragging its face along the “Softies”. The hazard’s hidden thoughts stayed to itself. Roaring Thunder would wait the standard 30 minute waiting period before wiping out this pitiful attempt. All he thought was the countless troubles his fellow Aurea faced because some selfish individuals continued to invade on their homeland.

But before his fist smashed in its skull, most of its rasped breathing stopped. A strained voice whispered,

(???) “Water…”