CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (1)
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CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (1)
Unbribable faith; unriddled glory, towards a lift of intellect. As the company proceeds without debts; nor distinguish of debris. Upon the dreams of the higher swamps. As rampant magical lands, from promethean mastery of powerful deeds. As the group caressed the field of roses, falling from the weddings of heaven. For once the human being is aware of his vital lack and limitation, he provides himself with a perpetual approach to the possibility of the transcendent, the eternal. The spiral of infinity; in search for the absolute. In search for the blessed response that satisfies the unlimited, and embraces the universe.
“I´ve never seen something like this in my entire life!” exclaims Pasithea.
“Well, of course! it’s the first time you witness he southbound.” Responds Iram. “Since it’s the first time you’ve ever encounter these lands. Or have you forgotten where you came from?”
“Well yeah, ut I don´t see the need to be rude.” responds Pasithea, evasive. “How about you, ‘prince of the south´? Have you ever visited these lands?”
“Prince of the south?” exclaims Gladio.
“Well, I haven´t, if that’s what you want to know.” responds Iram.
“See! You just want to be hating!” exclaims Pasithea. “Come on Iram! You can´t know everything! Give some credit to this hidden mastery! It is beautiful what you have Gladio!”
“Thank you my lady!” responds the giant man. “But, what does the prince of the south mean?”
“Well it´s just–
“It means a royal member of the kingdom form this island.” Interrupts Iram. “And therefore, owner of these prairies too.”
“Well, we don´t know what a kingdom is” responds Gladio. “We just know nature! We just know greens! We just know water, and life.”
“I love this guy!” responds Pasithea.
“I love you too my lady!” exclaims Gladio. “Now follow me, I will introduce you, to the tavern of the Three Goblins!”
“That sounds amazing!” exclaims Pasithea. “Come on Iram!”
“´I love you too, my lady´, scum” exclaims Iram, sarcastically. “I hate that guy.”
“Oh come on Iram! Don´t be mean!” responds Pasithea. “We deserve a rest and we have it right in front of us, right now!”
“Pasithea, the most powerful beings in this island are pursuing us; will be death by noon.” responds Iram. “We don´t have time for this nonsense!”
“You know what, I just think you need a beer. Don´t you?”
“I don´t drink.” responds Iram. “Besides, I don´t really beli–
“Let’s go!”
Pasithea brought the man to the hidden cavern that lay deep within the trunk of the giant tree. It was a big, beautiful tavern, full of giants. Packed with musicians and dancers, and giant tables everywhere. Strange creatures, waiters with floating wings. The place was huge, and cozy. Packed with wood and bark on all sides. In front there was a central platform, and to its left side a beautiful tavern. An impeccable and just started of revealed and new cries received them like the good news; the friends of that one of the giants, because their authenticity really led them to forget for an instant, the foreign and dangerous pain that haunted them.
Gladio greeted all the people who knew the place, and all of them were introduced to the two new guests, who were received with encouragement and enthusiasm. Although they did not know its origins. The giant man set aside a table for the three of them, and the two companions climbed into their chairs, which were huge for their sizes, but looked unique in them.
"Gladio, I don't even have time to be here, and I'm already having fun!" Pasithea exclaims.
"We haven't seen anything yet." Exclaims the man. "Really my lady?"
"Yes!" exclaims the woman. "Why is it so full in the middle of the day?"
"It's the birthday of one of the three elves!" exclaims the giant man. "They'll be out doing activities in a bit!"
"Seriously?" Pasithea exclaims. "Do you also know who's birthday today?"
“Woman no, what are you doing–
"Iram!" Pasithea responds.
"They are bothering me, right?" Gladio exclaims. "Is this true prince?"
“Yes, but it is not the object of–
"Cimal! Shiom! " Gladio exclaims. “Bring me the best ribs you're getting today. And the golden wheat beers! Today is a special day!"
"Yes Gladio!" the gentlemen respond.
"Everyone knows you here!" Pasithea exclaims. "You speak as if you own the place."
"Technically I am!" Gladio exclaims. "Well, my father is."
"Really?" Pasithea exclaims. "When did you build this?"
"Well he did when he discovered the Three Goblins drowning on the shores of the Secret, and saved them." Gladio exclaims. "It's a long story, maybe he can tell it to you himself, now that you know him!"
"That sounds wonderful!" Pasithea responds.
"Pasithea that is not wonderful in any way that you want to see it," Iram whispers. “Why are you reinforcing this? Do I have to remember what life we are saving here? "
"We are safe here," Pasithea responds. "Why can't we for a while? Come on It's your birthday!"
“We will not be safe anywhere but on those shores,” exclaims Iram. "The gods will be looking for us, they will cross the lateral mountain ranges, and they will cradle the road long their steps will reach us in a matter of great com-
The southern prince stopped speaking when huge plates of food were presented on their table. Ribs, pork, meat, vegetables, fruits. A banquet presented for them, three; their eyes lit up with clarity, and the presentation of thousands of dozens of beers brewed just for them made his mind jump. The group of people reserved the best meals for them, the best dishes, and the more they ate, the more they served them. The more they took, the more they brought him. For a moment, the mind of the prince of the south was lost in the relaxation and distraction of the moment, it was really a good birthday after all. He laughed and celebrated, in the company of the woman who did not stop laughing at the strange tales of the giant and his friends. Suddenly a fight would form, and they just laughed, the prince lost the sanity of the catkin, between the festivity and the joy, while they mopped more food, and more beers. Where did they get so much beer?
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