Chapter 2: Learning Languages, Talking to Little Girls and Other Activities that Involve Screaming

Evron yawned as he woke up, stretching in an attempt to remove himself from the comfortable embrace of the soft silk sheets of his bed. 'What the hell happened last night?', he thought to himself, a headache already fading. It must have been a powerful headache if he still had it in the morning. 'What did I do?' Scratching his white hair, he wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked up, only to freeze as he took in his surroundings.

'This is not my room.'

His bed did not have a canopy and it certainly wasn't wooden. For a second, he thought he might have fallen asleep in his sister's room, for whatever reason, or maybe...maybe he had spent the night with his little Princess. Although, if he finally had slept with Lia, he doubted he would forget it. Something like that would be seared into his memory. Hot alien sex is something that no man would ever want to forget in his lifetime. Especially with a crazy hot, and occasionally just plain crazy, alien princess. Although, his head did still hurt pretty badly. Was he drinking last night? Could he even get drunk anymore?

His hopes of having spent the night in a coital exchange with his girlfriend were dashed as he noticed the stone walls that made up the room he was in.

'Stone? Who builds with stone? Why am I not in the Guardian Building? Something's wrong! Why...oh, yeah.'

His shoulders slumped as he remembered that he hadn't seen, let alone been in, the Guardian Building in over two months. In fact, he hadn't been in his own reality for at least that long...and it was all the fault of two wannabe villains. 'I'm gonna kill those two when I get my hands on them. I'll show them what a Runner can do when he's pissed. Let's see how they deal with super speed friction burns and full power lightning blasts. Throw their fried bodies into deep space and-'

"Ahem!"

Evron's homicidal thoughts of retribution were interrupted by the sound of a high pitched voice clearing their throat off to his right. The sound was obviously fake, designed to get his attention, and he turned his head to see a somewhat familiar pink-haired little girl watching him, with an annoyed expression on her face. She wore clothes that just looked odd...to Evron, at least. A cloak, a badly made white shirt and a skirt? Where in the hell did he end up?

Eyes half lidded, he smacked his lips a couple of times before giving the kid a weak wave. "Hey."

The girl spoke in that same weird not-French language, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "...Yeah, I have no idea what you're saying and you probably don't speak English or French. Sprechen sie deutsch?"

At her confused expression, he sighed. "So...no German either, then. Fucking figures."

Evron leapt out of the bed, which was probably hers, and walked towards the little girl. He was glad that no one had stolen his clothes while he was unconscious. Losing his Freedom Guard designed costume would have pissed him off. Walking towards her, he decided that he needed to find a way to speak to the girl as quickly as possible. He had one in mind, but it wasn't going to be fun for him.

As he approached the girl, he tried to gauge her age. Based on her height; roughly 58 inches, and her slight frame, he would have to guess that she was around ten to twelve years old. At five feet, eight inches, he was over a foot taller than she was and she was well aware of that, having to crane her head upwards to look him in the eye.

"Hey there, little girl. I know you can't understand me but I'm gonna fix that real quickly...okay. Just don't move." With movement that must have been little more than a blur to the child, Evron palmed her forehead and his eyes glowed a bright blue, eliciting a gasp from the child.

She stared at him in shock as he began to curse and spasm, letting go of her head and grabbing his as he fell to his knees in intense pain. He clamped his teeth down on his tongue to prevent himself from screaming, aware that the warm liquid pouring down his throat was his own blood. His head was throbbing, his brain feeling like it wanted to explode out of his head and it was all his fault. He vaguely noticed the little girl shouting at him and giving him looks that were a mix of fear, anger and worry but he paid her no mind. He had to focus, otherwise all this self-inflicted pain would be for no reason.

A few seconds later, his screams stopped and he paused, taking heavy breaths as he tried to stand up. His mind was filled with new words, phrases and best of all, an understanding of the language that the little girl spoke. A language apparently known as Tristanian. The meaning behind many words were missing, but they would be easy enough to figure out as he went along. Despite the pain, things couldn't have gone better. Sometimes, learning languages like that tended to be a bit more messy for him. He didn't need another exploding eyeball situation.

Turning back to the little girl, he gave her another wave with a big smile on his face, showing off his pearly whites. "Sorry about that. Just needed to get your language. Hope I didn't scare you too bad," he finished off with a wink, in an attempt to be as charming as possible.

He expected a few different things to happen as soon as he said that.

He expected her to scream.

He expected her to ask him how he was able to speak her language.

Hell, he even expected her to faint.

Instead, she gained a look of intense horror, and all color dissapeared from her face. Stepping backwards, her knees began to shake, her jaw dropped and a shrill scream came pouring out.

"Y-You're a Noble!"

"What?"