Rinzen walked into the treehouse, not so much as treehouse but a house in a tree. A small cottage in a tree, the tiny house, because it essentially was a tiny house, blended the classic notions of a simple wood structure in a tree with modernist angles, clean lines, and other design elements that he couldn't name unless he studied it. The fact that the tiny house opened up from the base of the trunk, suggested that the tree had to be really, really, really old, and had grown spectacularly.
The fact that it existed on elven land also explained how it survived and still was thriving, well enough to support a house on its stead.
The fact that the house had a minor expansion charm also explained the comfortable set to the house's structure. Not to mention the charms related to the plumbing and electricity in place;
"Well you weren't lying it's a small cottage", he agreed, "In a tree", he added, "I think you should have menti
Key for this chapter: * Rinzen's Thoughts * \\ Anyone Else's Thoughts \\ 'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...' ///Memories/// POVs ""Not an Actual Speech or Thought"" ************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (4 pm Nice, France) ************************************************* "I would rather be anywhere else in the world!" Bartimaeus smirked, "Better now than never", he hummed. Sasha Roiz-Ruelle, seventeen and trembling outside his Grandmother's cottage, "If this were a Grimm fairytale, it would be reversed, I'm the wolf
The room had descended into silence for a barely a few seconds, before a raucous yet oddly chilling laugh reverberated around them."You're right", she answered, and "You're not anything like your father", she laughed a manic sound echoing. "You're exactly like that stupid girl my daughter was. Headstrong and stubborn", she huffed pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed again. "Knocked up by that asshole", she muttered recalling a past he had no way of knowing. "Ah… how hard I tried to school you against him, killing all those people", she sighed disappointedly. "What a waste of time, and when I finally thought I'd bought that wenches trust to raise you, she went and told him where and how to find you", she sighed looking to where Bartimaeus pulled the dagger out of his body and set it on fire, "And now this man is your guardian, ugh… don't make me laugh", she huffed, "How much money will it take to get rid of you?" she demanded.
Key for this chapter:*Rinzen's Thoughts*//Anyone Else's Thoughts //'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'///Memories///POVs""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""*************************************************Warning: Alternative POVs*************************************************1-04-2113(7:30 pm AMRITSAREHLI, India)*************************************************'Ek Onkar, satnam'"Shit!"Yasmeen Singh grabbed James and pushed him behind a door, "Shit!" she repeated.
Peter James Haynes had barely stepped into the house when a shrill woman with a voice that bats would envy shrieked in a language he guessed was Hindi, the spell had been fluctuating ever since the moment their feet touched the ground, a clear indication illustrating that the translation spell was being jammed. He should have guessed when he couldn't understand her conversation with the FC rider."Aa gayi Kanjari! Kaha gayi thi tu, aur yeh kaun hai? Ek Firang, vah bai tu to kuch zyada—""Oh shut up!" Jasmine started, "First of all Manisha I don't answer to you, so quit your shrieking!" she said starting in English and then continuing in her own language flawlessly. "Ek toh vaise I've had one hell of a day, uppar se tu shuru ho jati ho! Papa", she addressed someone, "Main Hale Academy vich select go gayi. Kaafi had tak privileged institute hai, aur tuhanu dasan aayi haan", she yelled equally loud.Peter eyed her sta
Key for this chapter:* Rinzen's Thoughts *// Anyone Else's Thoughts //'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'///Memories///POVs""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""*************************************************Warning: Alternative POVs*************************************************1-04-2113 (4:00 pm Frankfurt, Germany)*************************************************Xhe Garcia- Jäger was not someone who quite understood why people had to carry on with fanfare even during their daily life, not that they understood people in any manner. They were assigned as female but had a hard time understanding the want to be a girl, they had a penchant for liking small and cute things true (which as they had found out many males had a penchant for liking too), but besides that similarity, they did not see things as a woman at all.
"Sanctuary Sanctum? Seriously? That's what it's called?" Ralph asked amused.Zee shrugged, "You understand German?" they asked as the gates opened and they continued forward."I'm a Chimera Ascendant; certain languages are easy for me to learn. And well the translation spell on the envelope seems to be fluctuating", he answered."So I've been speaking German this whole time and you could understand?" Zee asked baffled."I mean yes, did you not realize?" Ralph asked confused."Of course not! Why haven't you said anything?" they wondered baffled."Because I understand German I just didn't care to inform you because as soon as we return to Hale Academy, Language Translations spells will reactivate, they're stronger there. And I figured as long as I could understand what was happening, there would be no point actually bringing up the whole thing", he answered as
Chapter 9:Caged in a Glass PrisonKey for this chapter:* Rinzen's Thoughts *// Anyone Else's Thoughts //&n
"Whoa…" she breathed wicked-awed."Ah", Red stated, "I should have warned you about that, it gets easier the more you visit this room. And my sisters really prefer being here than anywhere else in this large house, made of so much glass", she muttered as she made her way through the P-shaped conservatory.The room opened into a fairytale-esque green landscape. There were steps heading up covered in green moss, decorated artfully with four-leaf clovers, clovers in general interspersed with small delicate pink stonecrop and purple Serbian bellflowers that delicately shaped a path.They climbed the seven steps into an atrium floor that opened up into a lighted area. A living room of sorts, if you ignored the only think separating them from the outside was another floor to ceiling tall sheet of glass.The room stood at a height of twelve feet with a glass ceiling that opened up with a floral desig