Chapter 7: Transported to another worlda as a Rebel and without my smartphone.

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I am freeeee! Or more accurate I have finnaly brought the bulk of the work for this semester behind me, meaning the chapters will be longer and more frequent again :)

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A drizzle drummed on the cobblestone and Michal pulled the hood of the travellers clock deeper. It was just so damn comfortable and warm.

His mother walked next to him, a small smile on her lips as she watched him with her serene eyes. Being a child had been an interesting experience, though not one he would like to repeat. No matter what he did, how serous and normal he tried to behave, all the adults just smiled patted him on the head.

No one took him serous.

Well for once he would tolerate it, seeing his mother happy again lifted a stone from his heart. She had been…emotional. He had noticed her fidgeting before we went into the book-store, then her strange elation and grief.

There were two things there, Michal mused, for one she must have once had a summon she was still grieving and then she had problems with… shady.

Always a bit stiff around him.

Well, for all its flaws the wrath was harmless. It looked scary true, and the shadow trick was creepy as hell but its blows were as ferocity as an angry child.

Although his summon was a creature of few words, he could see the stain it put on it. Shady’s recent interest in rituals probably stemmed from an effort to change that.

He pulled out his own status for the hundereth time:

 

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