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Chapter One: Introductions

It had been a week since the Nivwak attack. Lariska was still jumpy.

She rose from her bunk and styled her hair. Behind her, her younger sister Elurin stretched as she awoke. She glanced up as Lariska, staring at herself in the reflective stone.

"Morning, hero. You have any great plans for today?"

"I'm not a hero, and no, not particularly."

This was a bit of an untruth. She had not slain the beast, she'd simply scared it away. And although she did not have any grand plans for today in particular, she did think that something wondrous might happen. Her life on the mainland consisted primarily of watching the coast nowadays. Before, she'd been a simple farmer, but now…

Now she stared at the horizon. Her sister would come now and again with a meal. She would accept it silently. Sometimes, she would perform a back flip routine in order to stay in shape. But always, she kept her eyes on the sea. Many expected her to become a guard, what with her bravery and strength. She herself had other plans.

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"What's the rush?" asked Elurin as Lariska whisked by.

"A boat," she replied, "headed fast this way!"

The crowd murmured. It was not fishing season, and all their boats were in dock, so who could it be?

"Don't worry," joked Chedrik, the chieftain's son. "I'm sure Lariska will single-handedly repel the invaders."

Lariska flushed and shot a thankful and slightly embarrassed look at Chedrik. "I'm sure I could use the help of the guards, sir."

"What news bring you, Lariska?" asked the chieftain, stepping from seemingly nowhere. "I hear that we have visitors from beyond the wall."

"A boat, chieftain," supplied Elurin. "She sighted it just now."

"Indeed. Let me see this boat, Lariska." The chieftain began walking down to the beach. Lariska hesitated, wondering wether this was actually important enough for the chieftain.

"Go on," said Elurin. "It's your discovery. You should point it out."

Lariska gave her a cocky half-smile. "I can't promise I'll defeat the next monster." She strode bravely off to the coast, and the crowd gave little shouts of encouragement.

"My sister, hero and spotter," sighed Elurin.

"Yes, she is…special," replied Chedrik.

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Three days later, the boat pulled into dock, and a party of strange beings stepped onto the shore. One wore black and yellow armor with silver highlights. Another was gold and blue, and apparently the same race. The both had tails and powerful physiques, but one carried a staff whilst the other held some sort of launcher and wore strange boots. Following them was a strange creature writing something down on a pad. Behind that came a brown being with clawed feet, two short antennae, a slinky tail, and a smile that seemed ready to befriend anyone whilst robbing them. Finally, another being being that had a staff, a launcher, and an aura of grandness stepped onto the beach, his horned head gleaming in the sun.

"Welcome, strangers," said the chieftain. "We are honored that you would traverse the wall in order to find us. This is my son, Chedrik, master of the guard."

Chedrik managed a complicated bow. The yellow one nodded in return.

"This is Lariska, the one who sighted your ship."

"A cunning eye, that one," commented the yellow one. Lariska managed to avoid blushing but acknowledged the praise with a pleased expression.

"And I am the chieftain of this village. I hope you have a pleasant stay."

"What," asked the yellow one, "No name?"

"I prefer to keep it secret," replied the chieftain.

The yellow one chuckled. "Very well. This is Ancient," and here he indicated the one in boots, who nodded. "This is the Conjurer," he said, and the horned one flourished his staff in a dramatic bow. "This is the Recorder," he continued, indicating the strange creature, who apparently did not notice anything. "And this is a new friend of ours, Triglax," he finished, indicating the other brown one.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," said Triglax in a voice as slinky as his tail. Lariska immediately hated him.

"And you are?" asked the chieftain.

"I prefer to keep that a secret," replied the yellow one.

"Fair enough," said the chieftain. "A hut has been prepared for you and your companions. May I escort you there?"

"But of course. Lead the way, nameless one."

As they passed Lariska, the yellow one paused and glanced at her. "Lariska, hmm? A cunning eye, and a cunning name…"

Lariska stared back stoically. The yellow one continued as if nothing had happened.