53 Chapter 48 - Grasping Conceptualization (2/2)

Griff got up as the ground kept shaking and started to run through the forest. The branches were slashing against him, but he didn't mind them now.

”There's a damn wall...”

There indeed was a towering wall of stone. Griff could see it behind the trees...

Griff jumped through the opening in the forest, and he came face to face with a wall made of rock and stone rising from the ground.

[Interesting. Stone Magic. Haven't seen that one in a while.]

”THERE YOU ARE!”

Suddenly a figure crashed into him, toppling him onto the ground. The figure was growling at him.

”Uhm... hi?”

Sylvie was furious for Griff for suddenly taking off like that... well he is Griff after all.

”WHERE DID YOU RUN OFF TO!”

”...forest?”

”NO SHIT! WHY!”

”I wanted to-uh... look around?”

[Find better excuses you pathetic man-child.]

'Hush now winged woman I'm doing my best.'

[Say that one more time so I can rip your insides open.]

'Please I can't handle two angry girls.'

[You're the one making us angry you fool.]

”You... you seriously are the most unpredictable thing I've come across. My life is in your hands! I don't want to freaking die so take responsibility of it.”

”Well I would... if you got off me first.”

Sylvie blinked and looked again to see that she was basically on top of Griff. A slight pink lingered on her cheeks but she didn't pay heed to it and got up, cleaned her clothes and started dragging him to the new, rocky wall that was surrounding Alfrum.

”The old geezers were worried, and the one whose making these walls even THREATENED to skewer me with a pillar if I didn't find you. If you DARE to run off on me again I will be the one who skewers you!”

”Psh. Overprotective foggies.”

”...”

Sylvie was barely able to stand the whole situation. First he took responsibility of her life, next he disappears, and when he appears he doesn't even pay heed to the consequences of his actions.

”GRIFF!”

Alatar shouted to him on top of a stone pillar he was standing on. His hands were extended as he was enacting the wall with his magic.

”RUN OFF ONE MORE TIME AND IT WON'T BE THE TROLL KING YOU HAVE TO FEAR!”

”Fine fine whatever you say!”

”Demi- Sylvie, was it? Look after his sorry ass. This kid needs someone to kick sense into him... my old age won't let me do it.”

Sylvie looked at Alatar with a slightly surprised expression and grinned maliciously.

”Oh that... I can agree with that!”

”Now stop dawdling around! Do you know how long you've been gone kid?!”

”A few minutes?”

”MORE THAN 6 HOURS! GET INSIDE NOW AND GEAR UP! WE ALREADY SET TRAPS WITHOUT YOU! THE TROLL KING WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW!”

'6 hours?! I thought you said I was fast?!'

[Hey now be grateful, some people with unique magic understand their after a couple weeks. The best I've heard is a few days.]

'Why didn't you tell me that sooner! I could have come back to a razed Alfrum.'

[Don't sweat the small details! I only care about teaching you magic, you manage the small details.]

'I really question both of our sanity and rationality.]

'No sane man can get along with me, you finally made a legitimate point.'

”Griff... get. A. Move. On!”

Sylvie kicked him in the butt, causing him to literally fly a few meters, crashing right in front of the wall. She grabbed him by his foot and started to drag him to the small entrance of the wall.

”I'll take him from here old foggie.”

”Good good... DON'T CALL ME OLD!”

Sylvie simply shrugged and dragged the now unconscious Griff inside... there were a few hours till the Troll arrived.

It could be said clearly... that no one was expecting what was to come...