CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I wake up naked.

“What the fuck?!?!” I scream, jumping out of the bed I was sleeping on and quickly cover my penis with my hands.

All of a sudden I realize, I’m in a big room filled with people.

“Oh my god!” I scream louder and try my best to cover my ass crack as well. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Here, Corn. Use this.” It’s, Brigg. He throws me a robe.

“You couldn’t have covered him up before you got here, Brigg?” says a human dressed in red. He has a finely trimmed goatee and a large, wide-brimmed, hat over his head.

“You of all people should know how the magicks work, Rune.” replies, Brigg.

I quickly put the robe on, almost jumping into it, making sure nothing is sticking out that I don’t want to have sticking out.

“Yes. I’ve got to do something about that.” says the one referred to as, Rune. “I’ll go back to the books and figure out a way to make this less embarassing for our guests.” He walks to the other side of the large room towards a expansive shelf and runs his fingers across the spines of the thousands of books sitting there.

“Corn.” Booms a voice from behind me. “Have a seat. We need to talk.”

I turn around to find a tall, slender, white-haired, pointy eared man staring straight through me. His glowing yellow eyes pierce through my very soul. “Have a seat I said.” He repeats, annoyed.

“Here ya go buddy!” says the smaller man by his side. Short and squat, can’t see his face at all, covered by a large black hood. He grabs a hold of a wooden chair and slides it towards me.

“Sit.” Says the pointy-eared man. His eyes almost push me into the chair.

“Are-are you an elf?” I ask meekly.

“Yes. Druid by profession. Leader of this group.” The elf says proudly. “My name is, Justsomefool.”

I’m confused. So very, very confused. My head hurts. Speaking of which, shouldn’t that gun shot to the head’ve killed me?

“If you’re wonderin’ why yer still alive, mah boy,” says, Brigg, reading my mind, “it’s because I shot ye with a teleportation bullet. I brought ye here so that we can tell ye what’s going on.”

“People, this kid isn’t going to be able to to do a thing for us!” says a voice from the shadows. I don’t even know where it’s coming from. I don’t see him. “We should’ve gotten the big one. He seems to have more courage and strength.”

“We’re not looking for physical strength, Chopper.” says a human walking through a door, his voice echoing across the room. He’s dressed from neck to toe in silver armor, long flowing cape fluttering behind him. Long brown hair down to his shoulders float in the air as he briskly walks towards me. “We need someone with an old spirit. Someone with an immense heart for what he loves. Corn here is who we need.”

Man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man…what the hell is going on here…

“We should give him a little bit more time, friends.” says the human in red, continuing to look for a particular book. “I mean, he has no idea what’s going on. Let’s give him a few minutes to get situated. Then we can explain to him why he is here, who we are, and why he is needed.” He turns to me and smiles.

He looks familiar. Like I’ve known him for a long time.

“Agreed.” states, Justsomefoo, the elf. “We will return in thirty minutes, Corn. Be ready when we get back. Every second counts.” And commandingly, he walks out the door the plated human walked through. The hooded dwarf follows suit, as does the human in plate, who had just arrived. The human in the red hat finds the book he was looking for and then smiles one last time at me, and leaves as well. Brigg takes a few steps towards the door, then abruptly turns around, looking around the room.

“Hmmm…” He says out loud scanning the room. He focuses on the wall across the enormous bookshelf, reaches into his pocket, pulls something out, and flicks it towards that direction. A red marble lands on the ground and suddenly, a large hemisphere of transluscent red pops into existence. Within the area of effect, a long, lithe, figure is found crouching near the ground, daggers in his hand, hood over his face.

“Damn you, Brigg.” he hisses.

“Let’s go, Chopper. You heard, Justsomefoo.” Says, Brigg, gripping his gun.

“I was just going to have a little fun with him.” Chopper says as he stands up form his crouched position revealing a very, very, tall man. “Oh well then. Next time.” And he walks out the door.

“Don’t worry, Corn. Things’ll be explained soon enough.” Brigg says to me. he smiles as best he can. And then walks out the door himself, dropping a blue marble near the doorway.

It quickly gets deathly quiet. I gulp. The only light are from sporadically placed  candelabras hanging on the stone walls. There’s a wooden table and one wooden chair, the one i’m sitting on, in the middle of the huge room. The enormous bookshelf the man in red was standing at to one wall. The ceiling goes beyond the darkness.

What the fuck is going on?

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