Chapter 4: 4. Basking in Moonlight

That was when Kalle started dreaming of a life on the road, learning about magic. Although it took him quite a while to decide what to do with his Class, and more importantly how to do it.

As he watched Harold recover himself from the handful of stings and reconsider his approach, Kalle considered what to do. His bangle was on the upper branch, basking in the moonlight, and he knew it wasn’t charged yet. It might last him a few minutes, but without knowing more of the kid’s plans it was a tough decision.

His patience paid dividends as he watched Harold gather his courage and run up to the nearest trees, hanging his sack on a branch and getting to pall their apples.

But just as Kalle got ready to cast his [Wailing Bolt], he noticed Harold was doing something more than gathering apples, he left the twig bare but rubbed it until it shone with a slight but intense green light before proceeding to the next. It somehow reminded Kalle of pure life.

As Harold kept going on his 3rd tree, Kalle saw the branches that had been picked first were hanging lower even than before, looking like their bounty had doubled. As he looked too close from his precarious footing, he almost fell off. Stop messing with me granny! Is that kid a specialist [Farmer]? Why choose such a Class when you’ve got a tavern?

Things had been going swimmingly, besides the wasps, once Harold recovered and got to palling apples. He wasn’t at the usual spot, but these trees looked just as nice.

But as was par for the course, nothing could go right this night. Barely having started on his 3rd tree, he heard a heavy rustle and looked up at the largest tree at the top of the hill, only to see the supposed [Farmer] staring down at him in the darkness.

He panicked. What the hell, what the hell, I’ve only done this once before what kind of psychopath is already sitting ready for me to come back!? It has to be some kind of Skill!

Less than ten seconds and he had cleared the green and gotten back into the woods. Just as he got to the treeline, he obviously realised the wasps would still be waiting, and he was barely twenty meters from the spot they were still buzzing madly at, but he didn’t know which he feared getting caught by more. He was still under the impression there weren’t more than fifteen of the buggers.

“Hey, hold it!” Was yelled somewhat shrilly.

Before he could consider heading away from both threats equally, he heard the heavy steps of the sprinting farmer from behind and had to keep going. It seemed this [Farmer] would follow him even outside the Farmguard field. No luck with the wasp-phobia, damnit.

He kept dodging behind obstacles and slowing down to not run out of breath when he made some distance, but as he ran up a root and onto a boulder, he jumped off and saw the wasps boxing him in. With the wasps in front and boulder behind he panicked once more, heart already beating twice every beat from the fear and the run.

He went for the weaker side in a mad dash, and as the wasps approached, a small wailing ghost appeared from above and scattered the beasts, unbeknownst to Harold who thought it targeted him.

A vaguely heard voice might have shouted “Wait!” but who were they kidding?

Wasps, ghosts and shouts followed him past the distant town and occasional stings egged him on to keep the desperate pace up. But the last bit up to the Hare’s Retreat was uphill. They finally caught him.

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Harold realised he’d fainted, but had no way to tell for how long. He heard a mad buzzing, and his body felt like it had intense sunburn in spots all over. He opened his eyes and winced at the sunlight.

He was still at the start of the hill. What is going on? What happened?

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He turned over on his back and looked up at the buzzing sound, eyes widening.

Kalle was hidden by the treeline and saw Harold had finally woken up.

No, he had not been waiting all night. He had gone back to get his bangle.

As the warrior wasps caught the kid last night, something very peculiar happened. The majority of them had stung him, only for the boy to cry out and the same intense green light as back at the apple tree had shown up at each of the wasp’s stingers. That was when Harold fainted, and the second smaller wave of wasps arrived for the fatal finish.

And then things turned strange. The original attackers took great offense to these late arrivals, and ganged up to viciously attack them until the threat was dealt with.

Now the kid was realising what the source of the buzzing was, clearly in a panic from the proximity of the wasps. It seemed not even he knew what was going on.

“Kid, hey kid! Relax, they like you for some reason.” Kalle tried.

It took Harold a good 30 more seconds to get it, he kept scrambling closer to the trees where Kalle was hiding, whimpering, but eventually he realised the wasps weren’t going for the kill.

He froze, they froze.

“What the hell is going on?” He tried asking the wasps.

Kalle shook his head and opened his mouth to respond. “Last night you d-…"

He didn’t get further before the wasps noted his proximity and went to engage.

“Kid, what the hell!? Call them off right now you loon,” The guy was sprinting away.

Harold was still groggy and slow to react. By the time he thought to try some way to follow the suggestion, the man and the wasps were long gone. The strangeness was making him wake up quick. Did he say they like me?

As Harold looked around he noted the six dead wasps. And the fact that it was clearly a few hours into morning. So, the wasps had been protecting me? It was the only conclusion he could think of. At least it meant he had nothing to fear from the critters. Guess I have some explaining to do.

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