Marc Omal blinked rapidly as if he didn't understand that. Rina turned away to finish the rest of her day, enjoying the last bit of sunlight before the dark fell.
"I'm home." Rina opened the door to a wooden cottage deep within the forest beside a lake. She greeted her parents knowing only one of them would answer.
"Dinner's ready Rina, I didn't know your boyfriend's gonna be here." A calm woman's voice answered.
"Dinner this early? Wait, my what?"
The floor creaked as Rina made her way into the dining room— only to see a young, yellow haired with a big smile waving at her. Next to him was an elderly yet charismatic elf, her mom.
Rina slammed the dining room's door shut— quickly rubbed her eyes, slapped herself a bit and opened it again.
'My god he's here. The guy's really here.' Rina thought as she slapped herself in the forehead.
Rina immediately stormed in; she sat next to Marc, pulled him over and whispered:
"Look, didn't I tell you to screw off?"
"Well… You tell me not to come to you…" Marc answered.
"Yes, I did." frowned Rina.
"So I came to your mom, but don't worry I didn't say anything yet. She's very nice!"
"God damn it Marc..."
Inside Rina's head, thoughts of killing Marc spun around her head rapidly, should she shoot him? stab him with her arrow while he sleeps? Throw him off a cliff? Or maybe tie him up and sell him to the dark elves?
Rina felt a slim arm grabbing her from behind, her mom was whispering to her with a smile:
"I didn't know my girl would get noticed by a human, I'll gladly approve of this guy, he's very sweet and nice. Just make sure your demihuman child is 60% elf okay?"
"Mom! He's not my boyfriend."
"I once said that to my mom and loved your dad secretly. Now look at us, in a small house away from any society."
"But he really isn't." Rina paused for a second. "Is Talvic out late working again?"
Rina's mom kept the smile going— but this time less enthusiastic as she made her way towards the kitchen.
"You still insisted on calling your dad by his name."
The curious and playful voices soon went past any ears and into forgotten, overshadowed by late cricket chirps and wind blows through the cracks of the cold house. The innocent wandering Marc was sitting in the middle of this conversation, smiling awkwardly and tried to distract himself by looking outside the cold window.
"Here's some roasted pork chop and a side of salad for everyone. Marc, are you allergic to anything?" Rina's mom said as she, with a pair of mittens, brung out a piping hot plate of charcoal roasted pork chop. She then turned around to get a big bowl of salad.
"I'm not allergic to anything you made, miss, this meal is awesome." Marc happily nodded and thanked her to show how grateful he is.
"Aw, make yourself at home, you're so adorable I really wish you were my son." She said, blinking at Rina and whispered again. "Don't lose this opportunity."
'Mom…' Rina thought, facepalming as she's going through a mental struggle.
After the quick meal, Marc left some herbs and leather as a sign of gratitude, then greeted Rina and her mom before he left.
"Aw, but it's late, you sure you don't want to come in? We surely have one or more empty rooms."
Marc scratched his face a bit in awkwardness and insisted to get on his way:
"Thank you, but my house is just half an hour from here."
The moon had reached its peak, staying on the very top and guarding possible wanderers on their steps.
Rina is resting her back on a squeaky wooden bed, noticeably exhausted from all that pressure as she sighed in relaxation.
"Is he gone?" Rina looked over at her mom, who was peeping inside her room.
"No, he's getting a bath and he's going to stay with you in your room for the night."
"... I'm moving out, get me a backpack please."
"Relax, darling, he went home. It shouldn't be too far from here."
Rina tilted her head and frowned for a second.
"Wait, but he doesn't live here, and the nearest city is about three hours with human speed."
"..." Her mom blinked rapidly. Then put her hand on her lips. "Oh dear!"
"God damn it Marc." Rina stood, suiting up with her bow and headed out towards Marc's direction.
With the vision of nature as her gifts, Rina began searching for Marc on her way. She rolled her bright eyes across the dark mists of the forest, looking for that idiot.
Soon, she encountered a bright small camp, where Marc was heavily breathing and sitting on top of a group consisting of 3-4 bandits. All seemingly unconscious on the ground.
"I didn't know you're this bloodthirsty." Rina wiped off some of her sweats and teased Marc. "Say, where are you headed? It'll be morning by the time you reach the city."
"Well, these guys won't mind if I borrow their tent, since they just try to rob me."
click
"Die… you fuckers." One of the bandits brought out a necklace, his thumb pressed against the red button on it.
Marc's eyes wide opened as he stormed in and pinned Rina down to the ground. She did not expect that and was confused. At that exact moment, from behind Rina— a tall figure in heavy armor and covered in shadows thrusted its sword towards the both of them on the ground, impaling Marc's arm.
"Urg…" Marc clenched his teeth in pain.
Item:
Dark Summoner's Heritage (Necklace)
Rank: A or F
Rarity: Epic
Heritage of a dark summoner. Grants the owner the ability to summon an Undead Dark Knight, but can only change its owner if the previous allows it. The knight himself was rumored to be what's left of a fallen kingdom.
Possible Ranks: F; E; D; C; B; A; S;
Possible Rarities: Common; Uncommon; Rare; Epic; Legendary; Mythical; One