What a weird dream. I slowly wake up and look around. “This isn’t my bed. Why am I in a tree? Maybe I’m just dreaming.” I look down over the branch to see how high I am in the sky. The ground below looked really far away like I was sitting in a skyscraper. My stomach felt sick looking directly down and I thought I was going to fall. “Nope!” I hug the tree and close my eyes. “Nope, this isn’t that high up. This isn’t that high up.” After a few minutes I open my eyes and look over the branch. It’s now touching the ground. “That wasn’t so bad,” I laughed nervously to myself.
“Wait up!” I hear a voice shout. It sounded like a girl’s voice.
I watch as a man walks through the woods. He is covered in grubby leather purple armor with green chainmail under it. On his chest plate, there were five scratch marks. He wore a damaged helmet with a slight dent on the right side. The helmet only had one silver horn that pointed outwards with a broken tip. The other one was completely snapped off. His faceplate was fused to the rest of the helmet, a T shape area for his eye and mouth, covered with a black visor. He carried a dull red sword with a crimson gem in the center of the hilt on his back. And a green shield with a blue gem in the center on his left arm. His armor, though old, didn’t make a sound as he approached a bright, empty patch of grass. He got down on one knee next to an area covered with blood and pieces of flesh and bones that kinda look like legs... Something about this is familiar.
“It was here.” The man said.
“What was here?” Ask a female voice hiding in the forest. The voice steps out to reveal a short girl with a bow and green clothes. Her skin was a dark brownish-blue color. She had long dark black hair and pointy ears, probably an elf. She does look a little cute.
“Shut up!” shouted a short, drunk man. Yeah, he looked like a stereotypical dwarf; helmet and all. “We’re looking for the metal beast. Last I checked, its blood wasn’t red!”
“That’s why you’re here.” The man rubs his fingers against the grass. “It seems an arrow of some sort pierced it after I hit it.” He moves back across the grass to see a line separating the ground. “Then someone came by to retrieve the arrow.” He pokes the ground and feels the crevasse.
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“You got the creature, and it ran away because it was injured. Good job, let’s get going.” The drunk shouted.
The purple armor man pulls something bright from the ground. "A shard," he pulls it up closer to his face. The shard is about the size of his finger and shined bright pink. It looked like it was part of some sort of sphere since one side was smooth and the other slightly curved.
He felt around the ground some more and found another piece. This piece is larger than the first one. It was almost as long as hand but as wide as the first one with a smooth side on the opposite end. He places both pieces together and they fit together.
"I think we need to give him and the rock some privacy, if you know what I mean?" The drunk man said, stumbling towards the archer.
"That's gross," the archer responded.
"Don't judge until you try. We Dwarves make fine rocks." The little drunk man chuckled, smacking a tree. "You're pretty firm yourself."
"Could we get going before he starts fucking a tree again?" The archer jumps up into the trees away from the dwarf.
"Wait! Hah hah. I'm almost- hah hah- here." The first girl's voice came out from the forest. The girl was shorter than the rest. She looked thirteen? Fourteen? Whatever, she had long golden hair with a white hat and blue dress, robe? She carries a staff with a golden crescent moon with blue jewels.
A wolfman appeared behind her. He stood about twice her height and was covered in hair with leather armor and pants with many pockets. He put his nose to the air and sniffed, "It was here. The air smells bad." The furry dude pointed to his right. "That way."
The purple warrior got up and started walking forward. “Where are you going? It went that way!” The wolfman growled.
“...” He continues to walk in the same direction.
“Let’s go,” a dark elf girl said. “If we follow him, it might also lead us to our target.”
"But I just got here! Can't we rest?" The priestess cried, falling to the ground.
"I'll carry you," the wolfman growled. He got on knees and lifted her onto his back.
The party followed the man into the woods. Though not just for the metal beast, but for the fool who ran into them. I feel bad for the idiot. Whoever they are, they’re fucked.