Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
A New Journey Ahead

-Grim Waste-

The brawl had concluded. The Darkbane tribe began to march in groups, gathering in front of their tents as if organizing something. Murmurs could be heard among the members of the tribe, and Eowyn continued to observe their actions.

“Do you know how we’re going to get out of here?” Davhil asked.

“Not today,” Eowyn replied. “But based on their actions, it seems like they are preparing for something.”

Davhil tried to keep an eye on the tribe members. “Yeah,” he said as he followed the movements of the men with his eyes.

Eowyn laid down on a straw bed and closed her eyes.

“What are you doing, Eowyn?” Davhil asked, puzzled. “Aren’t we planning to escape?”

“Not today, and besides, we tried to escape a while ago. They must have heightened their surveillance,” Eowyn explained with her eyes still closed and her hands resting above her head. “They’re definitely up to something. For now, let’s take a rest and replenish our energy.”

Back in the hut, Eamon set up the fireplace, and Geran and Rosche sat side by side. Master Sylvanus, curious about their plans, asked, “So where are you guys going?”

Rosche explained, “Actually, we’re from Ebonvale village, but our village was attacked by demons. We want to seek refuge in the land of Celestoria.”

Turning to Kiryo, Master Sylvanus inquired, “What about you, young man?”

Kiryo replied, “I’m looking for someone, and we’re set to meet in Ravenholm city.”

Master Sylvanus, with a thoughtful expression, remarked, “Ravenholm city... that’s in the land of Tempora, right? If you’re headed to Tempora, you’ll pass through Celestoria. I guess you all will be traveling together.”

“But I think we should travel separately,” Kiryo suggested, “and I work better on my own.”

Eamon couldn’t resist a smirk and remarked, “Coming from someone who got stabbed while traveling alone.”

Rosche scolded Eamon, saying, “Eamon...”

“I don’t want to intrude on your journey,” Geran explained, “but I think it would be better to travel together, for the demons still wander around.”

“My brother is right,” Rosche agreed, “I know you barely know us, and the same goes for us. We just met you. Although we’re all strangers, I think it’s better to have as many people as possible for safety, at least until we get to our destination.”

Kiryo hesitated, still unsure about the idea.

After setting up the fire in the fireplace, Eamon sat down next to Rosche.

“If he doesn’t want to come, just let him,” Eamon said, his jealousy thinly veiled, couldn’t help but interject, “So, what’s your deal? Scared of some demons? Or perhaps you just prefer your own company?”

Kiryo, his expression growing stern, replied, “It’s not about fear. I work best alone, and I have my own reasons.”

Rosche, attempting to ease the tension, chimed in, “Eamon, let’s not push him too hard.

Geran, sensing the need for unity, added, “We should be looking out for one another, especially in these dangerous times.”

Eamon reluctantly nodded; his jealousy momentarily overridden by the practicality of sticking together. Kiryo’s reluctance remained, but he didn’t voice his objections any further.

Master Sylvanus interjected, “Then it’s all set. You should all leave before sunset; it’s more dangerous to travel at night.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“But aren’t you coming with us?” Rosche asked. “You’re also alone here. If you come with us, we can live in peace in Celestoria.”

Master Sylvanus chuckled and said, “The Twelve Kingdoms are not the only safe places in this realm. Maybe it’s safer here. Plus, my wine cellar is here; I can’t just leave my lovely wines behind.” He made a joking comment to lighten the mood.

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