“…thx” He mumbles while chewing the herbs.
“Tsk…”
The lady looks around again.
“Uh oh…”
“Hey, where is the castle supposed to be again? I can’t follow the map… it’s confusing…”
(Point to the obvious castle, she’s just dumb)
“Huh? That place? Nah… that’s…”
“A castle?”
Her eyes widened in shock.
“Woah…”
“I see… Thans!” She runs towards the castle, not looking back.
Grea’s pulse quickened. She looked at her hands, grunting. “Now’s not the time.” She gently stroked her horn, taking deep breaths until she calmed down fully. “Weird… it never happened like this before. I should probably get in a fight soon.”
A figure entered Abigail’s house.
Who was it… Abigail… or Lyndas?
“Ehehe… My dear… you’re mine now…”
You see a piece of paper on the ground.
“Hey! Jay-Zee, Jaze of the Heliph Mercenaries! Touch the red circle on the paper and I’ll be at the town square of the town you’re in in a day! You can’t miss my purple hair!”
With those map reading skills… you doubt that will happen.
Grea laughed lightly and picked it up. Looking at the paper. “I need to spend some more time with her. It’s good meeting an old friend.” She touched the red circle, wondering what it’d to.
The red circle glows. Other than that, nothing else happens.
“Hey hey hey! What’s the hold up? I’m here to meet the Prince!” A purple haired lady stands at the castle gates. She is holding up a royal permit, signed by the Prince.
“Ma’am, he’s not in the castle…”
“Whaaat? A wasted trip…”
The purple haired lady leaves in a huff. She walks randomly, until she feels an urge…
“Huh? It looks like someone pressed the red circle…”
She begins walking back, to the place she met her friend.
Grea saw her walk back. “Wow, it actually worked…” She quickly made up an excuse. THat wasn’t really an excuse. She could feel her blood boiling as she waved at her.
“I need to train. It’s been a while. I’ve got some… pent up stuff I need to fight out of me.” She put on a fake smile. it would come out any second. “Let’s not waste any time.” She quickly ran towards the edge of the city, to a plain.
She let out a small smirk. It was barely noticable, but her skin got thicker. “Oh, a sword? I won’t need a sword.” Her voice was deeper.
“Don’t mind me not going easy on you then!”
She charges at Grea, her sword being held like a dagger.
Grea prepared to block. putting her arms infront of her. Finally…I can be free… “I won’t hold anything back. I’ve changed.” She saw her own sleeves starting to rip to fit the scales that appeared on her forearms and elbows. her horns growing slightly as she let out a loud roar. “COME AT ME!”
She notes the change in appearance, but does not flinch.
“This is interesting! I see!” She swipes the air around Grea, the air pressure pushing her a little backwards. She then proceeds to slash vertically at Grea…