Chapter Adventure Arc. Journey Through the Wilderness

Chapter Adventure Arc. Journey Through the Wilderness

Sun, wind, and earth... those had proved to be the greatest enemies Dallion had had to face as he made his way through Countess Priscords lands. So far, he had improved his shoes three times, and they still could barely withstand the harsh soil under his feet. And that couldnt compare to the humid heat that wrapped him like a blanket.

When he had left Dherma village, Dallion had thought it would be a cakewalk to the nearest city. Having gone hiking several times back on Earth as a child, he was confident that his experience and awakened powers would be able to make the journey if not exciting at the very least comfortable. Now, over a week later, he wished he could take back his words and throw them at the bottom of a well.

The food that his mother had thoughtfully packed for him was nearly gone, and two of the water skins were completely empty. Good thing that his enhanced senses gave him an advantage when it came to hunting. The local creatures had proven to be harmless and nutritious, if small. The greatest issue remained Dallions reluctance to skin and cook themthe knowledge was there, thanks to his memories in this world, but the desire to do so was iffy at best.

What do you think, Nox? Dallion asked as he paused to take a few moments rest. Is the journey exciting enough for you?

There was no response. The crackling cub had chosen to spend most of the days in Dallions awakening room. Only at night would it manifest by cracking a branch or stone in two. Dallion had tried to train the creature to do the same or larger objects, but the creature had refused in typical feline fashion. So much about loyalty during boredom.

I tell you, once we reach the top of that hill, well see a village, Dallion whipped the sweat off his forehead. He had said the exact same thing three hills in a row. Its inevitable. The universal probability of statistics demands that theres a city. Or maybe a town. He looked up at the sky. The sun was scorching down without a cloud in sight. A hamlet at the very least. If nothing else

Dallion stopped. His improved perception let him catch the sound of wheels and hoof steps approaching from the distance. Turning around, he could make out what seemed like a wagon making its way between the hills.

No guards? The boy wondered.

From this distance there was no telling how many people were on the wagon, but there was no one escorting it, that was for sure.

Get ready, Nox, he whispered. Things might get interesting.

Rendering himself as presentable as his clothes would let him, Dallion waited. When the wagon got close enough for him to be sure that the driver could see him, Dallion waved. Fortunately for him, the driver responded in kind.

Finally, a bit of good luck. Dallion smiled. Maybe he was going to get some proper food and rest, after all.

Hey, there! The driver shouted as he stopped the wagon a few steps from Dallion. Are you lost? Its not safe walking along in the open. There was a note of fear masked by curiosity.

Just travelling. Dallion smiled. Trying to get somewhere. Dont worry, I have a travelling emblem. He showed the locket round his neck.

That seemed to get the driver to relax somewhat. Looking at him, he was a carbon copy of an Earth trucker as much as this world would allow, or at least according to Dallions interpretation. Large, muscular with long hair, short beard, and a sleeveless vest, the man winced for a few seconds more, then waved at Dallion to join him in the front of the wagon.

Isnt it dangerous to pick up anyone? Dallion wondered.

Youve got an emblem, Ive got an emblem. If you try anything funny, the Seven remove their blessings and leave you to wander about until you die. Also, I have quite the punch.

Wont argue with that. Dallion laughed and rushed to the front of the wagon.

A few moments later the wagon was on its way again, and Dallion could finally feel his feet relax. Unfortunately, now it was his ass that was feeling the brunt of the movement.

Names Fatun, the man said.

Dallion.

Well, Dallion, so where are you headed?

Youre not asking me where Im coming from?

Nope. The man shook his head. Theres only one reason for someone like you to be walking through the wilderness. Born in a small village somewhere and off to try your luck in one of the towns.

Its that obvious?

Yep. Ive seen a lot like you throughout the yearsyoung, reckless, and awakened.

Hearing the last, Dallion tensed up.

Hey, nothing to get worried about. With those clothes and those shoes, what else can you be?

Dallion paused, then looked at his shoes. All in all, there wasnt anything special about thema mix between high shoes and low boots, they were made entirely of hard leather. Most people in Dherma village had similar. The only difference was that Dallion had used his awakening powers to mend them to perfection.

Oh. Ill have to keep that in mind.

If youre trying to hide, next time, leave a scratch or two, alright? Less conspicuous that way.

Ill do my best.

Making his way to the central tree, Dallion couldnt help but note how small this realm was. Granted, a wagon was nowhere as large a well or building, but the realm was ridiculously small. In many ways it almost seemed as if he were in a large object. Even so, the place was kind of calming. Now that the snakes were dealt with, the only persistent sound was that of the wind passing through the forest.

So a wagon is wood and wind, Dallion thought, amused. No doubt a peculiar way of describing it, although there were plenty of dogs back on Earth that would probably agree.

It took Dallion several hours to reach the ring tree, and several more to climb to the top. The tree had four large sets of branches, each forming a circle around either side of the massive wooden ring. The bark was quite smooth, but thankfully there were a multitude of smaller branches linking the various branches like spokes of a bike wheel.

Finally, after a lot of grunting and a few swear words, Dallion made it to the top.

Where are you, guardian? he asked, looking around. If memory served, the guardian had to appear the moment, he reached the heart of the realm. Ive mended your realm, now all thats left is you.

That had sounded much better in Dallions mind. Thankfully, it proved enough to make the guardian take form. Initially, Dallion thought that hed be facing some sort of wood golem, or a variety of Tolkien Ent. Instead, the figure of a dryad appeared before him.

WAGON GUARDIAN

Species: DRYAD

Class: Pine

Statistics: 100% Health

Skills

- Splinter Arrows

- Entangle

Weak Spots: Joints

Youre the guardian? Dallion arched a brow. He had heard that sailors considered their boats to be female, but he hadnt expected the same logic to be used for wagons. want to surrender?

COMBAT INITIATED

Dozens of green circles appeared on Dallions body, along with two sets of footsteps.

Apparently not, he jumped to the side, protecting his face and upper torso with his buckler. Half a dozen wooden vines emerged from the dryads hands, hitting the shield like arrows. Several more vines wrapped themselves round Dallions legs, rendering him unable to move.

ENTANGLED

You are unable to walk or run for the next five minutes, or until you remove the vines.

Cute, Dallion said, then drew his dartbow and shot two bolts right at the guardians knees.

CRITICAL WOUND!

Dealt Damage increased by 200%

CRITICAL WOUND!

Dealt Damage increased by 200%

What do you say about that? Dallion asked, as he aimed at the guardians shoulders. Before he could squeeze the trigger, though, a green rectangle emerged.

WAGON Level increased

The WAGON has been improved to Birch.

That was it? It was difficult to believe, almost as if all this was a joke. For several seconds Dallion stood there motionless, expecting the rectangle to turn around, revealing this was nothing but a big joke. It never did.

Have I become really that strong? The boy wondered. His first area guardian after leaving the village and he had defeated him just like that? Heck, if he had been a bit more careful, he could have done this without even getting entangled. No point, in complaining, I guess. Dallion reached forward and smashed the rectangle to pieces.

Done! Fatun said back in the real world, completely unaware how much time had passed for Dallion. So, when do you start?

Look around, Dallion mumbled, eyes half closed. And wake me when we get here. I think Ill take a nap till then.