"You mean my Dad's last name is Underpants? No thanks, I'm sticking with Parker." she mumbled..
"No your dads last name wasn't always underpants. It was Parker. We all take the last names of our first major summon. You dad was a bit distracted and summoned underpants." laughed Loric.
"He sure did miss your mom something awful." smiled Trevor. Maryjane cringed. That was her mom. Gross. Whatever. At least he didn't ditch her Mom like she had thought.
"What about Mom? Am I gonna see mom again?" her teary eyes looked into each boys eyes one by one, seeing only pity reflecting back at her. Her mother would lose her mind without her.
"Your mom's a human. You'll be able to see her after we get you to your first summon, but you're in our parallel world now. We pull our magic and our buildings from that world so they seem like they're the same. Our surroundings naturally crossover with time, like your house and pond after they turned 100." he gestured around at the giant empty room. So, she was still in her house. But.... What about Mom?
Loric continued babbling on, "The destroyed buildings spawn where they were built, which makes living in the city impossible because they're constantly disappearing or spawning on top of each other, making it like living on top of a jenga tower. The more resilient creatures live there cuz the collapse is only a minor inconvenience compared to the amenities they provide."
"But only creatures like us can shift worlds." Trevor added, reaching out and rubbing her back for comfort as he dropped the bomb. 'Oh shit.' she thought. Her mother was her cheerleader, her best friend and her rock. Tears began streaming silently down her cheeks. Anzel pursed his lips finding crying women troublesome. He was usually annoyed but today his chest hurt for the girl.
Then she remembered what they said earlier, she asked pointedly, "What's trying to eat me? You keep skipping that part." She looked up into each of the mens eyes imploring them to give her answers
"Ok. the Eaters. They look like black smoke monsters. They are born from our lost souls when we die. They're harmless until they're attracted by our magic, especially right after the cast. If they taste our magic in the air, they will find the gnome and consume them to acquire sentience again. There was a monster on the bed that shifted with you. The bed is gone already, and a gnome should be reborn soon." said Loric, the redhead.
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"Enough gnomes or gnomes' summons eaten, and the gnome is reborn, which is a good and a bad thing. Some gnomes just shouldn't be reborn. But that's the cycle of life here. It's quite different from your human world, no?"
"So I have a rich dad, things want to eat me, and magic is real. Wait. Do I have magic?!" she asked the boys surrounding her.
"Well your dad can summon lost items from the human world once a month, your grandfather could summon once a week. There hasn't been a Parker woman borne in three generations, so we're curious as well." explained Trevor, eyes fixed on hers.
"How do I do that? Can you guys all do that?"
"Well you're a gnome. He's a goblin, I'm a vampire and he's a leprechaun. So we all do different things. We can explain that later once we get to the warded room and expel your magic.." said Anzel.
"Gnomes are being born less and less. The only way for a magical creature to have a child is for the unknowing creature to have a child before the age of 18, or to have a child with a Gnome woman. Or to eat a gnome woman..." Anzel started to explain, then stopped, shifting his glace from her elegant neck, to her chest, and back like he wasn't sure which one he liked better.
Her face went ghostly pale. "So I'm food now?"
"Well, Gnome women are rare. Only Gnome women can breed after the shrinking. Your blood and soul essence can help other women breed, which is why Gnome women without backing don't survive long. Your father is currently leading an army against the Rob,the necromancer king from the clan next door who was hoping to swoop in and capture you before you were secured." sneered Anzel. "There will be many trying to claim you. Fortunately your father has spent the past 18 years acquiring the wealth and loyalty to protect you, in case you crossed."
"Rob's not a nice guy, and his undeads stink." interjected Trevor, like a four year old complaining about someone annoying him.
"Well, Welcome to the Hidden World" said Anzel, "Let's get moving to her safe room" he directed the guys, and they began strapping their gear back to their bodies. Maryjane admired the three men through her eyelashes as they strapped their packs across their chests. Why did their shirts have to be so tight? Mary let out a long sigh as she looked at the three men and the men chuckled at her reaction.
Trevor reached out with his pale green tinted hand to help her from her seat. His aqua eyes reminded her of a puppy begging to be pet as his gaze seemed to be boring though her soul, causing her heart to beat in her ears. His curiosity for and interest in her was expressed in his every movement. These men could cut stone with this jawlines. He was so damn attractive. They all were. What a birthday.