Chapter 23: Ariel

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          Ariel’s POV

          The moment she woke up from her mid-day nap she noticed she wasn’t in her house. In fact, she was in a room she didn’t recognize. The room was dark, even the stained-glass windows barely let in any light. She looked around the room to find that there were 2 others in the room. 1 was a young man that looked 28. The other woman in the room looked maybe 16.

          Just then a old man entered the room, his long white beard reaching the floor the glasses on his face seemed older than him in design. He spoke:

          “Welcome summoned holy warriors! We the country of England need your help!”

          “I’ve been isekeied, haven’t I?” she asked the room.

          The young girl nodded at that, and the young man seemed dazed.

          “What do we need to do, slay a god or kill a demon lord?” she asked the old man.

          “No, nothing like that, you only need to help slay an entire army, not to hard if you all realize your full blessed and holy strength!” exclaimed the old man, “my name is Izian, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

          He held out a hand and in turn Ariel, the teenager, and the young man each shook it.

          “Wait,” said the teenager who while shacking hand shad called herself clementine, “we’re not speaking English yet we an understand each other, how is that possible?”

          “That is because you are speaking Graulike, the native tongue. The summoning beamed the speech into your brains,” explained Izian.

          “oh”

          We all walked out of the room and came into a hallway and down the hallway people were stacked on the walls. They all stared at us, and I got the feeling that this wasn’t a common occurrence. It reminded me of the time that my brother died, everyone standing aside so the coffin could be lowered int the earth.

          “Hey Ariel,” asked Turner the young man, “this reminds me of the time my older brother got married, all the people standing aside so his wife could pass through the middle.”

          I nodded at that. His words reminded me of the topic my brain read back to me. While we walked Izian told us more about the enemies. They were the French. What Izian had told us was they wanted to eradicate the beastkin of this nation. As well as the elves who lived in the old Wirewood forest.

          “But before anything you all must meet the king and then go and get something to eat,” said Izian.

         

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