Dungeons and Dragons owned by Wizards of the Coast
Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata
DnD Diaries:
~PIPPY AND QUARTER~
-d2-
"Meetings"
I didn't know where I was going. There were so many roads and too many maps for me to properly follow.
I'll be frank, I've never left my village at all. Even though I'm the only Druid in the village, all of my herbs and ingredients for healing potions were gathered from my personal garden. I've never even came five steps close to the village's main gates.
When I was little, I did have dreams of leaving the village to explore the large world. I was excited to meet new species, the humans, the elves, the dwarves, and even dragonborns. I was also eager to meet an Orc, but after hearing all those scary stories of what hey do to pretty girls, I somehow developed a phobia for them.
I was a pretty girl, even if I was a Halfling, please don't blame me.
"Uuuh. Topaz City. Topaz City. If I follow this winding road, I should be able to arrive at their city before the sun sets… But why are the landmarks so different?"
Indeed, no matter how much I looked at the map I bought from a peddler on the road, it made no sense to me.
It looked like a five year old drew it from a memory that does not physically exist. Terrible.
"… I don't want to say it."
I was lost.
But I didn't know whether or not this was good or bad fortune.
Because I suddenly tripped over a dead body on the road.
"UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
I had no clue what it was. But I knew it was dead.
It didn't react when I kicked it very hard and there wasn't so much of a sound. Nothing. That was what scared me the most.
I know I'm a doctor back in my village, but I forbid anyone to die on my watch. Thus, I lack experience in dealing with the dead.
"… Hello?"
Even though I knew this person was dead, I still ended up asking. I was an idiot in shock.
"A-are you alive?"
No answer. Not even a stir.
"… Um… I'm sorry for kicking you."
Nothing.
"… Excuse me."
I ended up scavenging his body, looking for any spare coins or items that may be of use to me. I know I said I wasn't used to dealing with the dead, but that didn't mean I couldn't inherit things they no longer need.
Besides, if there is one thing I learned by the afterlife – you can't take your treasures with you. I'm… merely following what my elders taught me, yes.
"Th-thank you for the offerings."
To respect this fallen body, I didn't bother to bury it. And I ran away.
"Little girl."
"UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?"
The hand that was supposed to be dead caught me by the ankle. It scared the sh*t out of me, period.
I ended up falling over, spilling some of the extra potions, scrolls, and coins I gathered from the dead body. I didn't turn, I was too scared to do it.
But I felt the dead body moving, his grip still on my small ankle.
"Would you kindly—"
"PLEASE DON'T RAPE ME!"
"… I beg your pardon?"
"Heh?"
The voice that spoke to me sounded soft, gentle. It made me think of raindrops touching the smooth surface of a river stone. Or a wind chime in a summer breeze.
The grip on my ankle loosened, but did not lift off entirely. It stayed there. It felt more like, it made sure I didn't run into that dangerous spider nest that was 8 steps ahead of me.
After a gulp, I dared to look at the moving dead body.
"… I… I'm sorry?"
A boy.
A boy with white hair and a small face. He looked very young, maybe as young as me if he was a Halfling. I realized he was a Human, and judging by the clothing he wore, a tattered velvet red robe and leather wrappings, I think he was someone who studied in the Arcane Arts.
A peculiar silver quarterstaff was rolling around next to him, flipped about by the wind.
With one hand on my ankle, his other hand was holding onto a canteen. It was empty, because he held it up side down. Nothing dripped out.
"Um... Do you… have some water you could share with me?"
"..."