《The Adventurer's Academy》Rin, The Adventurer, Part Fifteen
Advertisement
The aftermath of the battle left the group reeling, their hearts heavy with the weight of loss. As they took stock of those they had lost, Alea found herself sitting apart from the others, her thoughts consumed by the memory of Carla's death, a stark reminder of her own failure to protect her classmate.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as John grieved for Carla, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his sorrow.
The image of Carla's final moments played back in Alea's mind, a haunting reminder of her own shortcomings.
[I should have been quicker. I thought I'd practiced enough. I... I thought I could hold my own.] She sighed, holding her head low. [I failed.]
A bitter sense of self-recrimination gnawed at her, her thoughts consumed by what-ifs and regrets.
As Alea sat alone, her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her, she felt a presence approach, the soft sound of footsteps drawing nearer. Without looking up, she sensed someone standing beside her, their presence hovering in the air like a silent specter.
Lost in her thoughts, Alea was taken aback when Xhez approached her.
[Hm?]
Rin's "little sister" approached with a thoughtful expression.
"Are you alright, Alea?" The girl's voice was gentle, her tone filled with concern as she spoke.
Alea's initial response was a sharp retort poised on the tip of her tongue.
She clenched her jaw, her muscles tense with frustration as she resisted the urge to lash out.
"What do you think?" she snapped, her words tinged with bitterness as she finally glanced up to meet Xhez's gaze.
But Xhez remained undeterred, her expression unchanged as she looked upon Alea with a mixture of sadness and understanding.
For a moment, there was silence between them, the air heavy with unspoken tension
Advertisement
"I saw what happened," she said softly, her words carrying a weight of understanding. "Maybe if I'd been quicker with my vocal spell, perhaps nobody would have died."
Alea's breath caught in her throat, her heart heavy with guilt. She stared up at Xhez for a moment. The sincerity in her tone caught her off-guard. After a while, Alea sighed.
"It's not your fault," she murmured finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's mine, solely. I should have been better."
Xhez nodded in understanding.
"Perhaps, we both could have been," she said before walking away.
This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.
Alea's eyes tracked her movement, her gaze locking coincidentally with Rin's across the clearing.
For a moment, their eyes met, a silent exchange passing between them before they both looked away, their thoughts consumed by the weight of their own burdens.
---
As the convoy of vehicles rumbled along the rugged terrain, Mr. Harlan and Mr. Thorton addressed the group, their voices projecting over the noise of the engines.
"We're almost there," Mr. Harlan announced, his tone tinged with excitement. "We're about to arrive at the ruin that we plan to renovate. This will be the site of our next major project."
Mr. Thorton nodded in agreement, his expression serious as he added:
"I promise, folks. The road we construct in the future will be a game-changer for the region. It will open up new opportunities for trade and commerce, bringing prosperity to everyone involved. For now, it'll only reach from Libera to this ruin. But, after some time, we hope to have finished a full path to Cardana."
There was a palpable tension in the air as the group listened to their words, some exchanging nervous glances as they contemplated the challenges that lay ahead. The costs had already been so high.
Advertisement
But the concerns went unaddressed, overshadowed by the promise of progress and prosperity.
As the convoy cut through the dense forest, the sun began to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape. In the distance, the outline of the ruin loomed, its ancient walls standing as silent sentinels against the fading light.
Mr. Harlan called for the adventurers to gather, his voice cutting through the quiet anticipation that had settled over the group.
"We need to make sure the area is clear before we proceed," he explained, his gaze sweeping over the assembled adventurers. "I need volunteers to head in the ruin and scout ahead."
As Mr. Harlan finished speaking, Maria wasted no time stepping forward, her posture straight and her expression resolute.
"I'll go," she declared, her voice carrying across the clearing with authority. "And I'll take Alea and Rin with me."
[WHAT!?]
Alea's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Maria.
"Um... Excuse me?" she blurted out, caught off guard by Maria's sudden decision.
Rin's gaze shifted between Maria and Alea, her expression unreadable as she waited for Maria to elaborate.
Maria turned to face them, her expression determined as she met their gazes with unwavering confidence.
"We need to make sure it's safe for the rest of you to proceed," she explained, her tone leaving no room for argument. "And I trust the two of you to have my back. Rin's flames work against any undead creatures we may come across, your magical prowess is great, and I can punch just about anything else. I think we make for a good unit."
Alea couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
She looked over at Cara since she and Maria were so often at odds, but Cara showed no reaction. Maybe Maria had already told her that she had this in mind.
"But Maria, are you sure?" she questioned, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It could be dangerous out there."
Maria's expression softened slightly, a reassuring smile touching her lips as she placed a reassuring hand on Alea's shoulder.
"I'm sure," she replied firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "We can handle it. Together."
Alea glanced at Rin, silently seeking her opinion, as much as she found Rin annoying, but Rin merely nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable.
"... Fine," Alea conceded reluctantly, her initial hesitation melting away in the face of Maria's unwavering confidence. "We'll go with you."
With a sense of determination settling over them, Maria, Alea, and Rin prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their resolve unshaken as they braced themselves for the task that awaited them.
But Maria met Alea's gaze with unwavering confidence, her expression resolute as she reassured her.
With a sense of determination settling over them, Maria, Alea, and Rin set off toward the ruin, their footsteps echoing in the gathering darkness as they braced themselves for the task that awaited them.
Advertisement
- In Serial17 Chapters
Cheat Hero
A man lost his life protecting his beloved.Reborn in another world as his character in the game he playedBut with a twist.-------------- By the way Im looking for some PR's
8 61 - In Serial9 Chapters
Sorcery of the Fair Folk : First Book of the Feycrowned Series
The world of Vanaris is a place ripe with kingdoms and empires with different outlooks. Some fighting for dominance, some for peace and some even for the sake of war. However, the empire of Aveilorn stands above all. Ruled by mages and the common folk no more than slaves. A village of the descendants of several Feycrowned has long since turned into a global powerhouse, conquering all those that stand before them and oppressing those that give in. Their newest target is the kingdom of Bleuria, with a dormant mine of mithril that common folk are unable to extract. The path of battle is one the denizens of Aveilorn tread, annihilating all but the submissive. However, would that be so simple with several Feycrowned appearing out of nowhere in particular? Would the sophisticated mages prevail or the untamed wild Feycrowned succeed in driving off the intruders? Or would those Feycrowned even be willing to help in protecting the kingdom?
8 228 - In Serial6 Chapters
True Mana Sovereign
The life wasn't nice to Daniel Taylor - it tried to make him miserable, make him give up and destroy his will. But he fought back, fought back and won. For the sake of the ones he cared about, the ones he loved and cherished. He thought that, at last, he can relax, that the happiness will last. It didn't. Betrayed by his closest, despaired from hopelessness, confused from impossibility and raged from everything, he died in a way he could never expect, could never fathom... could never forgive. He started to hate the world, hate humanity, and even himself. His burning anger and his dark hatred didn't leave him even when he was reborn anew - in the world of mana - the source of magic, of unlimited power. The power he will get for himself, to be above anyone else. Not to protect. Not to bring justice. Just to be. Cover- Image by kalhh from Pixabay
8 145 - In Serial60 Chapters
Dream Theater
Long casted shadows danced in the background, as a man squibbled and jotted words on yellow papers. A mere novelty, remnant and ghost that was left to age away along with the forgotten theater, a man grasped for inspiration to salvage what was left of his soul. Abandoned in the squalid room, Pxan was left hauntedly in the furthest corners of insanity that bubbled in his mind. No one would listen to his plight, denouncing him and claiming his mind was not right. Even though the world left him with nothing, turning their backs to him, he knew the books would never betray him in the same fashion. Faceless pages and books yet to be read ogled puppy eyes, ready to be penned by the madman. “Pxan! Pxan! Over here! To me!” Clamored the unpublished manuscripts. Pxan’s fingers quivered nervously, thoughts of failure flooded his mind. Wanting to surrender to the pressure. “No!” He cried. “I’ve had enough of writing.” Books with eyes all stared at him, begging for the tales to be written. Their pleaful eyes were all that Pxan needed to be moved to writing again. The man sighed and raised his pen again, stroking the first letters of inspiration that bore fruit from his mind. A maddening tale of a policeman, cultists and a violent revenge… -Currently on Hiatus while writing the second volume.The first volume is up. I will take a few days to rewrite a few chapters. Afterwards, updates will proceed as usual.Current rewrite progress 17/59 chapters rewrited. This is my first real novel, any kind of criticism or feedback is appreciated. I am looking for an editor, if someone wants to help me avoid typos please contact me. The cover is a detail of Faust in His Study by Ary Scheffer, c. 1831, watercolor and gouache on paper.
8 164 - In Serial16 Chapters
Heart Song: Ballad of the Ambassador
A fifteen-year ceasefire between humanity and the aquatic Selk on the distant colony planet Mem has begun to fray. Both sides chafe under the ceasefire's terms and extremists on both sides lie in wait to reignite a war that nether side can afford to fight. When a nun in training, Yujo Sippe Palms, has a chance encounter with a pod of selk she finds a long-forgotten piece of selk history that drags her into the center stage of the cold war. Caught between the two factions, Yujo must make the case for peace between them. To do that she needs to sing. Heart Song updates every month with four new chapters! Cover by Kim "Kitty Ocean" Houtzager Editing by Yasmine Gardner
8 150 - In Serial44 Chapters
Little Thief (Black Butler G/T)
((Cover created on Rinmarugames.com with the Medieval Woman Creator.))Kadence, a Borrower, who has been living in the Phantomhive mansion for only a few short months. But she already knows the names of those living there. The one she doesn't want to approach the most is Ciel. A warm summer day, Sebastian is trimming the bushes when he finds quite the peculiar little creature that most certainly peaks his interest.
8 81

