Empire of Avia: Bluebird Town

Jack smiles

He is lying on the ground, watching the sky.

He has dreams in his head and in his mind, and he wants to make them come true.

"What would it be like if I could be a soul user?"

He asks himself and closes his eyes slightly.

Throughout his life, he constantly felt like an outsider in the land where he lived.

"There's no negative behavior that people do to me."

"There's just a feeling of alienation that comes from inside me, and I can't take it."

At the same time, he is constantly seeing pictures from different places in his dreams.

This situation continued for years.

After a while, he realizes the difference between where he lives now and what he saw in his dreams.

"The place in my dreams is more familiar to me."

He didn't understand a lot of things at first.

But as time went on, with the presence of a group called "Spirit Users" in the world he lived in, some things fell into place.

He thinks, "The world I see in my dreams is my real world," and he is right.

This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

After a while, he stood up.

The sunlight hits him in the face and dazzles his eyes. It was as if the sun was saluting him and his future destiny.

He just smiled and, with a strange but magical feeling inside, began to return home, using the path that the town's people regularly use.

Inside a tavern, two people were sitting on armchairs made of old wood.

It is clear from the smell of sweat and cheap beer in the air that the tavern was not very luxurious.

The sounds of people chatting and laughing provide a warm and cozy feeling.

At that moment, one of those sitting on the old wooden chair, the young black-haired woman in black leather armor, asked the man sitting next to her a question. The woman is bored, as her face says everything that needs to be said.

"How long has it been?"

How much time has passed since the whole group came together? Advian?"

The young woman asked and began to smile.

The black-bearded, stoic man is watching people, and after listening to the woman for a few seconds, he replies.

"It's supposed to be two and a half years."

The young woman nodded and closed her eyes slightly.

"We used to spend more time together," she began to think.

"I remember, I do, and I see."

"I don't understand how we got to this situation."

At that moment, Advian began to speak.

"I don't see anyone here whose soul is precious, Glacia."

He concluded, looking at Glacia.

There is an expression of discomfort on his face.

"What a shame," he said, shaking his head and looking down.

Outsiders could see that he was deeply disappointed.

"What do you think of that guy?"

Glacia's tone of voice became serious.

She whispered slowly.

Advian looked at Glacia and realized that she was pointing at herself with her eyes.

Without attracting attention, he focuses on the man Glacia was pointing to and takes a deep breath.

"This man is not good news."

Advian and Glacia were staring at a smiling man sitting alone at a corner table with an average face.

Other people don't notice. But the energy this man is emitting is enough to scare and suppress them.

At that moment, two people entered the tavern, waving towards Advian and Glacia, and began to walk towards them.

Advian looked at his friends as they walked in, albeit for a second, and he was distracted.

Glacia shouted in a serious and mysterious tone.

"Advian, the mysterious man is gone!"

Advian swallowed, and sweat began to flow from his head. He began to look around with fear and doubt.