"Stupid apprentice," his master greeted Volcan when he made it home. The old man was grinning. Volcan knew that grin. It meant that something bad was about to happen.
And he was right.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WE'RE LEAVING TOWN?!"
The old man laughed. 'Sadistic b*****d,' thought Volcan. "Y'see, I made a promise to one of my clients that I would do a mass delivery to them. Soooooooooooo...."
"Goddammit," Volcan swore. He could already sense it. This trip was going to suck.
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"Stupid apprentice, stop daydreaming!" the old man said, smacking Volcan on the back of the head. Volcan blinked but didn't reply, still disoriented. He felt as if he had just woken from a dream: a dream that spanned centuries. He couldn't quite remember it, but he knew it had to do with fire. "I said wake up!" the old man exclaimed, hitting Volcan harder.
Said boy promply fell over. "Dammit, master!" he cried. He stood up carefully, making sure not to accidentally press a hand on one of the swords thad had fallen with him. He quickly gathered them and stood up. Upon standing, he looked around.
They were in a small village on the outskirts of a small Pre-Disaster site. The road they were standing on was surrounded on both sides by rice fields, with a river far to the left. It was a peaceful kind of place, but there was something strange in the air here. Volcan could practically see it in front of him.
And speaking of seeing things....
He blinked. On the river, there was a girl with long white hair that seemed almost blue in the light. All he could see was her back, but... "Wow..." he whispered to himself. He blinked again, and then realized what he was doing. He slapped his face before running after the old man, who had decided to just leave Volcan on the side of the road.
Volcan glanced over his shoulder at the girl, and smiled. Maybe this trip wouldn't be a complete waste of time after all.
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