CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (2)
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CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (2)
This is– is the best day of my life!" exclaims Iram, dizzy.
"Hurray!" responds the people.
"This is the real– the reality of my life!" Iram shouts.
"Hurray!" responds the people.
"This is – is my life!" shouts Iram, standing in the table. "This is the prince life!"
"Hurray the prince!"
Some of the giants caught Iram in a sudden leap towards the nearby crowd; he was happy and excited, while people wondered why the hell he called himself a prince, but they went along with him, completely unaware of the evidence of the man from the south prairies. He was the amazment of the event, until he returned to his table, where his company was.
"You better not like to drink!" Pasithea exclaims, laughing.
"Who said I didn't like it?" exclaims the prince. “I said I didn't, usually. Up guys! "
The woman did not stop laughing and laughing, the man began to dance with the giants that were twice his size. And for some strange reason, the woman's gaze was filled with emotion. Some strange thoughts crossed her mind, and connected with her heart, but her conciousness return rapidly into place. Her cold gaze towards the waste and that forgotten forced her to remember a void in her mission; She quickly turned her gaze elsewhere, between the depth of emptiness and the silence of her mind.
"Whoops! It seems that Lord Iram is enjoying his party! " Gladio exclaims.
"So it seems," replies the woman. “I was aggravated by him; She has seen more than her destiny should have done. It deserves this joy, however short it may be. "
"Short? We are just getting started! " Gladio responds. "The three goblins will be out soon, and the adelan symphony - oh right!"
"What's up Gladio?" Pasithea asks.
"It's just, I must take it before the Goblin Moblin ceremony begins!" Gladio exclaims. "I promised my lady!"
"Did you promise?" Pasithea exclaims. "To who?"
Would you mind if he took her to the back of the stage? We don't have much time ”exclaims Gladio. “My father, uh, wants to see her. He says he seems to have seen her before. "
"To me? Really?" Pasithea exclaims. "I really don't think so Gladio. You may be mistaking me for someone else, but go ahead! It is an honor!"
Gladio and Pasithea left the scene, and began to enter between the hidden wooden laurels; between the corridors that led backstage. Iram kept dancing; he began to cross between the shoulders of the giants; slapping his gigant hands with pride and confidence. His legs were wobbling, but his mind was active and energetic. His gaze was flimsy, but his spirit lifted with joy. His senses confused him, deceived him, but his thirst for more yeast was practically interimitable. He managed to go through a tumult of those huge men.
until his head began to spin enough to return to the table and sit down. He was dizzy, and sat next to a strange woman, whom the man thought was his traveling companion.
"You know, I shouldn't tell-tell you," exclaims Iram, eyes half-open. “I shouldn't tell you this, I don't have to, but I think - I think you and I make a good team. I think there is something, that you make me feel. Don't go big now, but I think, I think I'm loving you! I think I'm feeling something! It's now or never! Kiss Me!"
The woman turned around, and with a garnatada she hit the man so hard that he turned around and fell; some purple effulgences came out of him, and some giants began to lift him, he felt confused and disoriented, realizing that this woman was not his partner. Gladio wasn't around, either. A sudden blow of reality entered his mind, for he could not see either of them, but before he could concentrate a voice was heard coming from the dais.
"Dear Giants of Fellowship Land!" exclaims a young giant. "Welcome all a few more rimeros, to the great celebration of the three goblins! They are having a good time?"
"Yes!" everyone exclaimed. "
"Excellent!" the host responds. "We will start then, the celebration of the three goblins!"
"Let it begin!" the giants reply.
"I'm not taking any more time from the celebrity!" exclaims the man. “The first guest of the night, he's the main character! He is the eldest of the three goblins, and the one for whom we have gathered to celebrate today! Please, let us greet the legend, the mythical, Goblin Moblin with a loud applause! "
A loud applause and flying beers began to be felt around the place. The epiphany of a celebrated moment was delirious, the prince's head was filled with turns and loud sounds. He tried to see from his table, lifting his face, but he couldn't see; he get acrossed some giant shoulders, since he saw a small opening in between the spaces of the shoulders of the giants, he placed his gaze, and could see a very small goblin. He had a very long brown beard; he had a green hat and red boots and dress. He received a great commemoration, before he was allowed to give the words.
"Thank you very much fellowship people!" exclaims the goblin, in a high-pitched voice. "Have you had enough beers for what's next?"
"Yes!" yelled the crowd.
"Well well!" answered the goblin. “As you know, it is my birthday; and before we get involved in the great holiday, I want us to sing the great happy birthday hymn, but I don't want us to make it just for me! Is there anyone else in the audience whose birthday is today? "
"Prince!" yelled a giant.
Iram felt nervous running through his body, when many of the giants began to see him; He tried to sit between the adjacent tables, but couldn't help the call and the chorus of his newly made friends.
"Prince! Prince!" everyone chanted.
"The prince?" exclaims the goblin in a low voice.
"I'm fine guys, don't worry," exclaims Iram.
"Where are you prince?" exclaims the goblin. "Ah, I saw you! You are so small that I cannot see you! Come get on the stage!
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