I was sitting in my Derisk camp holding my magic rock . Kigal (a magic matter) are made by pumping pure magic into any object. Whether it be sword, spear tip, rock or anything that is real. I used some of the magic on the rock and-
-I am now in another world. My body lies at home but the rock im holding only needs its magic absorbed for my returned safety. I look around me and like the many times before I start off in a world with an orange sky and four yellow suns. The only difference is that I am in a different place every time I step into this world. Sometimes I find previous places where I came but never the same.
"Right I need to find the kirie rocks" I shouted. I walked through the plains under the blistering heat until I passed through a cold invisible force field and in front of me was a giant plate of gray rock with turquoise veins running as if blood were being pumped around the rock. The looked like a little hills made out of it but it was carved out from the insides. Suddenly I felt a chill and I was slowly being lifted off the ground. I reached for my magic but I was blocked from it. I felt defenceless and agitated because I needed my magic for comfort and defence. I was then dropped and was able to use my power. I reached into my magical storage to face my foes to realise that they were Kirie. Kirie are very powerful in magic and they particularly use kiagl rocks to create their homes. They are very ugly in appearance because they have pale green skin with a tall head. They wear quality robes and their talismans are made out of metal then turned into kigal.
"We welcome you to our humble sanctuary" said one of the Kirie with a leadership tone in his voice
"What is it that you are in need of" said the other
"I want to know what I should do with the Galin Fe'mander and the rest of his clan" I begged
"We cannot predict the future but what we do know is, that you will be destined to have a one on one combat in another world that is not this or the deadlands but the true world as some call it" He replied
"You and Galin are destined to join a side of the great war in the true world" the other added and then disappeared into a mist leaving Jari with more questions
Other worlds, Sides must be picked, how I must be able to understand this i do not know but I must get back home. I drained the magic out the rock and-
-come back to me sitting in my camp again and it was getting dark.
"Finally you're awake" Said Luik in a sleepy voice
"Why did you wait for me Luik?" I questioned
"I wanted to see if we should go and hunt for Galin Fe'manders camp tomorrow and maybe take Galin Fe'mander down"
"Ill think about it. We have lost too many to go stumbling about in hostile territory but we could just have a look so go and rest Luik and maybe we might go "
"Bye chief"