Chapter 50 Weird

50 Weird

That was the last straw for Ikem as he fainted. The stone treant watched as the water treant gracefully descended from the bird's back, their young master floating in a water bed trailing right behind.

"He was that hurt?" inquired the stone treant.

"Yes, if not for the bird taking most of the damage, I don't think we would have any young master left" responded the water treant with a serious face.

A tremendous roar caught their attention as they both looked back at the bird, bellowing into the sky one last time before its head dropped dead.

The two treants said nothing as they watched in silence. "I wanted to move to another place to heal the young master, but I think it's best if we heal him here so that he can see this sight when he wakes up" decided the water treant.

The stone treant said nothing as it went into the forest; this time, it was its turn to hunt and prepare a meal for their young master when he woke up.

In a small clearing nearby, the water treant sat down. Before it lay the water bed cradling Ikem. Plunging its hand into the water bed, the water treant invoked its other attribute—wood. The wood element gathered around and merged with the water, transforming the aqua blue water bed into a vibrant green. As the water turned green, the water treant withdrew its hand, and the water bed enveloped Ikem.

The stone treant soon emerged from the forest carrying a huge boar. It wanted to say something but stopped as the two treants looked toward the bird's corpse, which was now dried up. The corpse shook briefly, and after a while, the blood root crawled out from the corpse, moving towards the stone treant holding the boar.

The stone treant looked down at the root with a strange face and said, "What even is this thing?"

The water treant also wore a weird expression as it responded, "I don't know, the same as us but only weirder".

The roots seemed to understand what was being said as it took a small stickman form. "In my eyes, you guys are the weird ones" it spoke with an eerie yet amusing tone.

The stone treant jumped back in surprise with the boar corpse, stumbling out. "It spoke?" he exclaimed. Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

"Yes, while I can ignore the creator's orders and interfere in the young master journey, I don't want to, as he was the one that gave me life" the stickman root said as it looked back at Ikem

Silence ensued for a while before the water treant spoke out. "We indeed could have done better to ensure the young master didn't reach the state he is now. We will pay extra attention to see that it doesn't happen again".

"Thank you. Now let's get to cooking this boar". The stickman root's voice returned to its previous state as it delved into the boar to drain it of its blood.

The stone treant shook its head at the antics and with an amused voice said, "It's more weird and interesting than we thought"

The water treant nodded. "Indeed"

In another part of the continent of the world Nana, Ursula, the only daughter of the sun god Crepuscular, pondered her responsibilities as a leader. She inherited the full mantle after her father went to sleep, nothing seemed to have changed yet with his presence but she knew it was his guidance that led them to their current state. Adorned in her demigod form, Ursula resembled her father, with long golden hair and huge golden wings. She lacked the halo-like light that always accompanied her father. Seated in her golden palace atop the highest mountain in their continent and adorned in a silky white dress designed with gold, Ursula gaze seemed to see through the palace walls as she looked at the harpies of different colors, her descendants, flying around the mountains they called home. "I wonder how my cousins are doing. They should have their hands full guiding their offspring. Well, the same can't be said for the two younger cousins; they should still be at the stage of procreation" Ursula thought to herself.

"I wish I was at their stage; now, all I am left with is dealing with these ignorant elders." Ursula looked down from her throne to see a group of old harpies seated in council, discussing their plans to take over the continent for her father's sake. Their voices droned on, each claiming to understand the will of Crepuscular better than the others.

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