Events like carrying a tree made of gold auctioned by Simon didn't happen in even a one out of one thousand days in his ordinary life. The tree was used to carry the chairs. Andrew was holding it sideways unbelievably carrying the sixty ton tree holding chairs equal to a little less or a little more a forty year old man's body weight.

To recap Brad was disheartened to learn meeting a knight wouldn't help him train to be a knight of Queen Snow. Five more people showed up and paid for chairs. Like a firecracker going off Simon walked up to him and told him seven chairs was big enough to deliver.

In Andrew's world it was an unrealistic feat to carry a soccer ball made of gold much less a tree. He would almost call himself Superman here if people didn't have items and weapons called ÄRMs that accomplish more than super strength. Simon's only explanation was they accomplish more than super strength.

At last Andrew arrived at the home of the red haired nun. He expected a church or a monastery, but was greeted by a two story wooden house. At the entrance which was a good colored fence he put the tree down. The delivery demanded he give her the exact chair she picked. Her number was one so he looked for the one with a one she herself stuck on.

' Here comes the easy part,' Andrew thought.

He was holding it by the back of the arm rests was the easiest way he could carry it as well raising his knee on the bottom. His feet didn't pick up when he walked. He knocked on the door.

" Are you the boy I met selling chairs?" She said inside her house.

" Yes. I'm Andrew. Could you please open the door and let me in?"

" I shall. You can repay that generosity by putting my chair on my front yard."

Andrew figured she wanted the chair outside to sit and bask under the sunlight. He found the spot she indicated she wanted it to be and he set it down gently. After doing that the door opened in the front.

" Do you want to know a secret of mine?" Her voice echoed from the darkness of her home. " My father's name is Ian and my mother's name is Gido. My father was a knight for Diana the Queen and the King of the Phantom Pieces who threatened MÄR and my mother was a pawn fighting to increase her rank. My name is Meg and I am a nun."

She walked out of her house wearing a sunhat even though it was getting dark, a red tank top, and cloths that worked because they wrapped around her legs unlike pants that were green. A man in his forties with a scruffy black beard, spiky hair, and brown martial arts uniform walked out beside her.

" I'm her father Ian. Very nice to meet you. I haven't seen you in any roads you walk through to get into Simon's house and yet here you are."

" Hello. My name is Andrew. I came here to deliver a chair. It's-"

" Right there. Thank you for carrying it. You must be as strong as the last newcomer to MÄR. His name was Ginta and he couldn't defeat me the first time we fought. I'm sorry for telling you this but you would need three years of training before taking me on. It's not that I have any intentions of fighting you. The War Games are over so we should all be friends."

Andrew let out a nervous chuckle hearing Ian say all those things to him. Andrew waved goodbye as he picked up the tree. But before he could leave he heard men screaming.

" Those sound like the knights looking in the forest, father." Meg said to her father.

" The Chinkon Ogre's must be attacking them."

Ian ran into the house. He ran out with things that could be ÄRMs attached to his arms. Andrew knew he had more chairs to deliver but this looked like an urgency of men who need help. Andrew didn't think he was a match for this enemy but maybe the knights needed him to drag him off the battlefield.

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The forest was hard to see in. It was thanks to the new power and energy coursing inside him was he able to make it into the battlefield. He got to see what the ogres look like. They had yellow eyes with no pupils or corneas, skin that was some green and others red, a blueberry looking helmet with horns sticking out, and clubs made of wood and small teeth embedded inside.

Ian was now wearing a mask that kind of intimidated Andrew. He figured it was one of those masks that help him fight. While Ian was fighting Andrew ran for the knight so beaten on the legs he had to crawl to join his comrades in escaping. Ian raised him with one lift and carried him to the forest. He ran until he caught up with a knight riding away on a horse.

The old Andrew could never keep up with a horse in his old world. The knight spotted him and urged him more to put the wounded knight on the back of his horse.

Andrew returned to the battlefield to help more knights. He saw two ogres down because Ian beat them. Andrew also saw only one other knight wounded on the battlefield. He dashed through the battlefield to save that helpless knight. Just when he made it to the knight an ogre rushed at him banging his club down.

" Your arm and the trees," a voice whispered inside Andrew's head. " Power in this world is like a deck. You were called here to show the power of earth, fields, meadows, trees. Use it to protect yourself."

Before Andrew could even think about the weirdness of all that his hand tightened. He winced in pain as something constricted on his arm. And his hand caught something before it could bang into him. Andrew could now see everything that was happening and it was two giant twigs extended from a red glove that was now on his hand.

The twigs kept growing and as they were glowing they pushed the ogre away and moved the knight away from the battlefield.

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Brad wasn't going to quit being a knight. He swung his stuck against a dummy he made.