"FINN?!" Morganael couldn't believe what just happened, he saw the man who he had just met. Finn Sevenstian.
"YO! HOMIE!!!" Finn shouted with an expression of joy and a smile on his face.
"Seeing this more than a hundred times now." Morgarial slowly whispered to himself. "Well… there is no other way."
"Eh? What are you talking about? And who is that ass clown?" Finn looked at Morgarial.
"-'Ass clown'-? Bro, seriously… ? Are you that dumb? HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE A CLOWN." Morn replied.
"Yeah, you're right. He's a painter who failed art school and joined politics."
"And you're a communist, might as well explain why you called him ass."
"Well, leave this. Who is he anyway, and what is this heavenly dream-place of mine?"
Morgarial stepped in. "This is Emberfrost, a place far beyond the seas, far beyond the terrors of humanity. Between the seas and the high mountains. This is the land hidden to the world, in the Arthian Islands of the Northern Continent."
"True. He also said that this place-" Morn couldn't continue any further.
"Embefrost." Morgarial corrected him.
"Yeah, yeah. He said that 'Emberfrost' also has magic & sorcery. And well… how do I say this… but — uh… Earth is gone."
Finn swiftly grabbed Morganael by his shoulders tightly.
"What?"
"It's gone…" Morgarial added. "Well all the people, lands and oceans are now on this planet, Valsheim."
"Well… damn. What do we do?" Said Finn.
"Accept." There was a long silence. "Accept your fate, you were destined to be here. Amidst the broken nights and the hope's sun."
"Eh… ?" Morganael said with mouth half-open while raising his right eyebrow.
While this, Finn put his right hand-palm on his face, gradually dragging below with his eyes closed.
"Always remember: sunflowers will always face the sun, no matter the cost. Might as well need this advice when you go past Emberfrost." Morgarial said.
"Well, not for me. It ain't racist if I'm racist towards all." Finn said while putting his hands in his pocket and being ready to walk away, completely relaxed.
"Well, Morn, let's see this new place. It's good, though."
"I don't think they're gonna let you in."
"Why, though?"
"You're racist."
"Oh. Player is a player, though-"
"Nah, bro."
"Well. Well. Well." Morgarial continued. "Let's see the new place of yours, shall we?"
"Yeah, whatever." said Morganael.
"It's about to be beforenight, or say evening."
added Morgarial.
"Just introduce us to this dreamland fantasy," said Morganael.
"Walk." Said Morgarial, "Just walk. You're off to a better mystery."
"What do you mean 'mystery'?" asked Morganael, while Finn just… stood there.
"Ahh, well. It was a joke." replied Morgarial.
"Very bad jokes, grind harder." said Finn.
"Agreed." said Morganael while nodding gradually.
They then started moving towards the large entry gate, it was between two large; straight-upright rocks. Between them stood an enormous black gate with multiple stripes, allowing them to see through. It was opened, turned to its maximum.
Morganael's eyes noticed two men passing by, one of them wore a plain white shirt with brown pants and leather brown boots, the pant was so long that it his socks couldn't be seen, he had a black and short beard, only covering a little of his cheeks and under, with black eyes and a scar on his left hand.
The other… he wore a brown shirt, a black pants with black socks and brown shoes. His hairs were black while his eyes' pupils were brown.
Morganael overheard them, one of them said "Ir bün büverent vert sheit retr Mer." Which was somehow understandable to him, which said: I can't believe that she left me.
The other one said, "Thoster itch de tree el nei thosthine wyre Eür dawines vükesrines oster früits." Which was also crystal clear to Morganael.
"You know the tree isn't yours when it starts growing other fruits." quite the poetry, I guess. Morganael was highly astonished.
They passed them, Morganael again overheard a voice. "Eür el anön dawines ter bër ritch wön."
"Bürīn?"
"Bürīn."
What kinda language even is this shit??? Finn thought. This shit is frying me, Bro.
"They're talking about blue hour, don't worry about it." explained Morgarial. "Well, I should introduce you two to your new house. It's about to rain."
"New house?!" said Morganael in astonishment.
"Yes."
"But what about you? Who'll introduce us to this place?" asked Morganael
"And translate this language." Finn added.
"Well. Well. Well." Morgarial started, "You don't need to worry about it. Morganael knows it, don't you — Morganael?"
"Uh… yes?"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS CHEAP-GERMAN LANGUAGE????!!!!" said Finn, calmly.
"I don't know if it's the same script me and my friends found at our middle-school. I still have it memorised."
"GODDAMNIT!" said Finn, very calmly.
"Well. Well. Well-" Morgarial was interrupted.
"Stop saying that shit." Finn said.
"Alright, Lads. Your new home is just right away."
"Where is it anyway, how does it look?!" Morganael asked.
"You'll know once we reach." replied Morgarial.
On their way, they saw street lamps, with horns made on each end and a pale brown lantern hanging just attached to them. The road had dirt with stones too.
And when Morganael turned his face upwards to see the sky, he saw islands floating, people wandering and flying in the sky, some were sitting on brooms, while some stood on flat and lengthy wooden plays. While some were… flying.
"The… hell is that?" asked Morganael
"No idea." replied Finn.
"Magic. As I said. This is a land of magic, Schrewiezland."
"What land?" asked Morganael.
"Schrewiezland, actual name of Emberfrost or Emberland." replied Morgarial. "After the Erynxian rule ended here, this place became independent, and magic was again revived. We all call it Schrewiez."
"Damn, nice history." Morganael replied. "So, can we do magic too?"
"Depends."
"Eh?"
"Everyone has magic in their blood, in their veins, in their mind. And you two were always able to do magic."
"How‽"
"Have you ever tried?"
"No?"
"Exactly."
While they were busy talking, the sky turned blue suddenly,
"DREID! DREID!" People were shouting. At least the ones nearest to them.
"Is that… twilight phenomenon?" asked Finn.
" Not exactly." answered Morgarial. "It's just a Morviator, or shooting-star or meteoroid in your language."
"It's gonna take time if we walk, can we just fly or something like that?"
"We're gonna ride on a train, a flying train."
"Really‽‽‽"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Hundred-percent."
Finn was silent, like he was observing everything.
"Stop."
"What?"
"I have to go, so I'll just teleport you. I don't have time to guide you everywhere, but you will surely find someone else waiting for you."
"Hold up! Wait-"
Morgarial snapped his, in a second, they could see nothing but bright-white glow, the surroundings felt as if they were inside a small tornado. The wind was making them feel dizzy. They closed their eyes, still feeling the strong wind. It lasted only for a couple of seconds, and when they opened their eyes, they saw a completely different place.
A land full of bright greenary, with tinny-mountains everywhere.
There were multiple street lights in the same Victorian grandeur on the edges of an unpaved road.
There were still wooden houses, or large huts with a lake nearby, in the middle, there was a bit of land with a large, cherry-blossom tree. With huts at the top, and some more huts at the branches of the tree, and some on the land, there were multiple boats tied to a big, single-fence, there were multiple of it.
The sky still had floating islands and people flying.
And as they turned behind, they saw a big building, like a train station. It was black, with white windows and grey pipes.
"There it is," said Morgarial." All you need to do now is to enter there, and you'll meet someone very special."
"So, you're going?"
"Yes. I shall now take my leave, enjoy the journey, young Lads."
And as he said, he faded into thin air.
"Really? Where are we now? Were we not in that village, called… uh… Schrewiezland or Emberfrost, maybe Emberland?" Finn asked.
"If I knew any better, I would have told you." replied Morganael.
" HOLD UP!!!" Something struck Morganael in his mind. "I just had my phone and earbuds in my pocket."
He checked his pocket, and felt something rectangular. He hurried to take out his phone, just to find a wooden box, on it was written: " Enjoy the journey, and not be stuck in imagining it."
"EH?!"
"He really took your phone, didn't he?"
"Are you naturally blind? Yes, he did."
"Learn to respect your elders, Li'l Bro'."
"How old are you anyway?"
"Fifteen and four months old."
"I'm seven months older than you."
"So? I'm still older than you."
"That's not how it works, Bro."
"Womp womp, skill issue."
"Obvious ragebait, Bro, try something unique."
"DANGIT!"
"Anyway, let's get going." Morganael said.
"A'ight, then." Finn agreed.
Morganael closed his eyes and took a deep breath and stepped forward, he again opened his eyes and exhaled.
Finn was looking at him very carefully; not as if he (Morganael) had something terrible, which he kind of did.
And with that, they stepped forward, their footsteps sounded heavy yet calm, leaving marks of their feet on the grass. The grass looked bright and green, as though the dirt beneath it was still visible to their naked eyes. The place looked immaculate, no garbage; or such. The rays of the sun made the grass even more bright and shiny, though not all the grass in that meadow were like the ones they had just seen: there sat some unusual ones too. Many of them were taller and brighter and shining, while some of these tall grasses were dull. Apart from these, there were some places where dirt had the most area covered.
Moving forward, their curiosity grew even more. "What do you think will be there?" Asked Finn. And to answer this, Morganael didn't quite had an answer, so all he said was: "I don't know, we'll know once we get there." He said it with a normal face. "What if there's some horror thing?" Asked Finn. "It's broad daylight, son." Replied Morganael. "Logical, though. But this ain't our world, what if Ghosts roam in the day too? 'cuz we just saw some witches and wizards flying in the sky with a broomstick, we can't be sure!" Finn added, looking more curious. And to that, Morganael replied: "I'on care, though. We are together, what's the worst that can happen-?"
"The tall-guy."
"Oh shit."
"Well, anyway. We'll handle whatever comes next. I hope it isn't job application: you're gonna die-"
"Son." Said Finn, calmly.
"Well whatever." said Morganael, shrugging.
"Alright, fund my grave if I die." Jested Finn.
"What if I die first? Will you fund mine?" asked Morganael.
"I suppose, chap." said Finn.
They had reached the large, black gate. It had some symbols of black serpents with red eyes and tongue. On it, it was written:
"ER VELT DE ETRÏCH," MAYA DE SYLVEROST.
And below it, in small letters, was written:
ESFERNEN DE SCHREWIEZ ENT SYLVEROST!
"Pretty stylish, I guess?" said Morganael.
"I hope so." replied Finn.
"Now only one thing remains… to open it." said Morganael.
"Son. You're not a narrator or some shit." replied Finn.
"Son, I will dip you into that same shit if you don' shut yo' mouth." said Morganael, calmly.
"Son," there was a long silence after Finn said this. "How could you do this to me?"
"Whatever, let's just open this door."
"Whatever makes you happy, son."
Morganael hesitated, but nonetheless; he put his palm on the enormous gate, and so did Finn.
And with a slight push, the gate opened, frightened: they closed their eyes.
They felt a very strong wind come from the gate, along with so much dense fog.
"THE HELL IS THIS?!" shouted Morganael in disbelief.
"AS I SAID, FUND MY GRAVE IF I DIE! I'LL FIND YOURS IF YOU DO!!!"
After a couple of seconds, all that was coming out of the gate was completely white fog, rushing towards them.
"FU-"
In a couple of seconds more, they started to feel lightweighed, gradually. The strong wind around them started to calm down.
Yet, when they opened their eyes, to their surprise, it was not where they were couple of seconds before.
"...The hell?"