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Whisked Away Chapter 3
Now in one of
Ms. Lia's beds in the medical ward of Academia the boy looked even more out of
place. Gerrit stood next to the bed, taking in even more sights of that weird
clothing. The pants were a dark shade of blue and a bit rough to touch. His
shirt was the smoothest woolen shirt he had ever seen. Yellow stripes
zig-zagged across the breast and around the sleeves. And those shoes looked the
most interesting. As far as Gerrit could tell no real leather was used to craft
them.
Just where
did this boy come from?
Apparently
Ms. Lia wanted to know this too. She was always so kind and concerned about
students getting hurt. For a teacher to carry in an unconscious student a large
accident must've happened somewhere in Academia. The Professor had a hard time
explaining that he had finally opened a portal to someplace else and that this
young man just came hurling through, smashing one of his bookshelves in the
process. Who knows how the dire his situation would've been had he come out
through the back, crashing right through the third story window. Maybe one of
the other students in the court would have reacted fast enough to cushion the
fall with some wind manipulation.
The nurse's
familiar, a green glowing chinchilla, danced on the other side of the bed.
Green tendrils hopped over to the boy wherever the familiar ran past. It looked
almost cute and from experience Gerrit knew that being healed by the elven
earth magic always tickled you from within.
When he
thought that both adults were deeply engaged in a discussion, Gerrit leaned
over Davis's head. The brown hair seemed almost a bit chaotic in the way it was
laid down. Slowly the scratches and small cuts vanished from the face leaving it
looking unblemished again. With a tiny curled smile Gerrit reached onto the
nightstand where a bowl of water and a cloth were waiting to be used. After
wringing out the excess water the young apprentice started wiping the dust off
Davis's face.
Further down
the body life began to return to the limbs. Davis subconsciously wiggled his
toes. Every time the cloth touched his face and chinchilla trampled on his hand
more and more senses came back to him. Soon he could actually feel the texture
and moisture of the cloth being rubbed across the face. Something was sniffing
and tickling his hands with its tiny nose. With a groan Davis began stirring on
top of the sheets.
"Urgh..."
Gerrit
realized the sounds too late, enamored with the facial features below him.
The boy
ripped open his eyes displaying shock. Davis had remembered the sudden purple
mess and bookshelf appearing in front of him and rushed into a sitting
position. On his way upwards he was stopped but another immovable object making
him fall back again groaning even louder.
"What the..."
This place
didn't fill his nostrils with the smell of dirty rat infested back alleys. It
rather smelled like...hospital? Also this wasn't his bike that was Davis laying
on. It was a proper bed.
Footsteps
rushed over towards the two youngsters after hearing the muttering of words.
The doctor's familiar was jumping gleefully, having done its job once more.
"Where the
heck am I?" exclaimed Davis loudly.
Both the
Professor as well as the nurse stood on either side of the bed, the Professor
next to his apprentice. Rubbing his head the boy scooted upwards, this time
with open eyes to avoid any more pain.
Getting an
even better look this time Gerrit almost lost himself in Davis's eyes,
blue-grayish like storm clouds. Only a whispered `wow' escaped from his lips.
"Young man
you are at Academia, in my ward." Ms. Lia threw a stern look at the Professor
taking the opportunity to speak, knowing his reputation. "What is the last
thing you remember? Your teacher told me some absurd things." This time the
Professor was clearing his throat throwing stern looks.
"Teacher? No
I was on my way over to Maron's place." Confused Davis took his first look
around the room. The floor was lined with marble but not the kind you'd see on
a tile floor. This place looked like they had put down big chunky marble slabs
and called it job done. "Am I in a hospital?"
"That's what
I just said, did you hit your head a bit harder than the Professor told me?"
"Who's that
Professor you're talking about?" The confusion started to get mixed with
annoyance. His gaze began to switch between the three faces. A red-head his
age, someone who really could be called Professor and a cosplaying nurse were
looking at Davis expectantly.
"I am the
Professor, Roland L'Ordore." The gruff man to his
right said, a smile splitting his beard apart.
A snorting
Davis relaxed a bit against the wooden headboard. "L'Odore?
Like smell in French? Is your hospital doing something for dying children right
now? I've never seen people cosplay at work."
"Professor, I
recommend that this boy stays here for another day or two. I have no idea what
kind of weird experiments you do in that so called office of yours."
This type of
behavior always enraged Gerrit but before he could say something his teacher
extended an arm in front of his chest. People always frowned upon the Professor
when they knew about his reputation.
"Please rest
assured Ms. Lia, that all students of mine are safe with me. At any time."
"Could anyone
please explain to me where I am?! One second I'm on my bike, having to take a
detour through some shady back alley, the next second something purple appears
in front of me and I'm crashing into a freaking bookshelf in a library across
town."
This made
both the Professor and his apprentice perk up, diverting their focus from the
Elf. "You saw something purple? Did it look like water? What was it like
inside? In which city did this portal appear?" The Professor became ecstatic at
this news.
"Yes yes, it was almost like a water fountain. We are in
Asheville, right? Right?"
Both mages to
Davis's right began celebrating.
"We did it
Gerrit! We successfully created a portal!"
"Your work
finally paid off! But do you know where Asheville is?"
Annoyed the nurse
scuffed and took off, leaving her familiar to monitor the boy.
The man's
demeanor changed back to a more professional teaching level. After clearing his
throat he looked back at Davis. "This
here is Academia, a school for teaching young people like you how to focus
their inner strength and change the world around them. Say...Who is your teacher
at Asheville Monastery?"
Now they had
completely lost the plot, was all Davis could think. "I'm sorry sir but
Asheville has no monks especially none that teach or do...magic?"
"A farmer
village then? Is it south of Capitol?"
By the second
it got more absurd for Davis. "What? No! We got like ninety thousand living
here."
"There are
living a hundred thousand people in Capitol, it's impossible that I haven't
heard of this city you're talking about. Maybe your home is on another
continent?"
>>A
continent?<<, Davis thought.
>>Impossible...<< The boy slumped back down a bit. "Can you get me
back home again? The new Beast Trapper game came out today and I don't want to
waste any more time here with some weird larping
guys. If my mom doesn't hear from me on Sunday she's going to be worried."
"Hey, don't
get disrespectful." Gerrit didn't get the whole gist of what the boy was saying
but overall it did sound disrespectful. "The Professor carried you all the way
over from the east wing to the west wing."
"Oh come on,
you can't tell me that you don't look weird in your fantasy archmage
robes and whatever you want to pass as student uniform. You and your dad are
weird guys along with that wannabe elf earlier." Seconds after Davis spoke
those words he had the still damp cloth in front of his mouth.
"Pscht. You don't want to have Ms. Lia hear you say these
words ever again. She's one of the best elven healers around otherwise the headmaster
never would've asked her to come all the way here." Gerrit looked proper mad
now. He couldn't fathom what problems Davis had with them.
"Gerrit,
could you watch over him while I contact a good friend of mine?"
"Of course
sir. Will I be excused of afternoon classes?"
The Professor
grinned. "But don't you slack off on your studies." This boy appearing talking
about the weirdest things and cities even Roland never had heard about was
mysterious to say the least. Maybe one of his longtime friends had an idea how
to solve this mess. Hopefully it wasn't as dire as he thought.
Gerrit still
scoffed a bit at the mysterious boy. Being this disrespectful to one of
Academia's teacher's was usually awarded with a hay cart full of extra
homework. Why did he not reprimand this guy?
Meanwhile
Davis felt weird just sitting on a hospital bed getting the silent treatment by
this Gerrit person. "So...I'm Davis. Let me guess your name." Pretending to think
really hard the boy put his pointer finger up to his chin. "Don't tell me!" he
yelled when Gerrit opened his mouth to point out how stupid it was to play this
game. "You look like...no not a Daniel...Also not really like a Harry...Now I got
it!" With a big shit eating grin Davis now pointed almost right in Gerrit's face.
"People call you Gerrit."
"Wow, in just
one year you might be Academia's top student. How good are your barriers? Can
you throw a proper fireball? Maybe change the direction of a raging river when
a storm comes to town?" Although it wasn't really his intention Gerrit's words
carried venom with them. This took Davis in turn aback.
"Dude, no
reason to be this toxic. This truly is some fantasy magic academy stuff? Can
you do all these things?" Davis's eyes showed a twinkle amidst their stormy
grey. He was willing to entertain the idea of this being some weird fantasy
world. Maybe he didn't actually took a right turn at the intersection but was
caught in the middle of that accident and his brain now tried to keep going
while being comatose or maybe even close to death. Maron had mentioned that for
people having near death or coma experiences their `dreams' sometimes felt like
a lifetime. A second after spending some serious thought on it the headache and
pain in his limbs felt too real.
"Well to be
honest not all of it. My barriers can be like five meters wide and withstand
the sharpest sword Capitol's most famous blacksmith can smith. If I had a
primal stone though not even a boulder hurled by an ogre could hurt me."
Usually Gerrit wasn't one to boast about his arcane skills. Just this once he
felt nice about rubbing it in. He was able to impress someone with such simple
things as a barrier spell. "If you want to I can show you some stuff."
Now Davis was
all ears. Let's just indulge in this a bit more. Fighting big evil monsters in
this world probably was more exciting than anything `Beast Trappers' could've
brought to the table. "Yes please!" The boy was almost like a child seeing a
stage magician for the first time.
Gerrit
laughed and stood in front of the bed's foot side. "Okay. First, I will conjure
a magical rope. One of the easiest tricks." For simple stuff like this Gerrit
only had to focus for a second. Getting a meter of rope didn't even make the
stone embedded his silver ring glow. Smiling the
student scrunched up the twine and threw it in Davis's direction. Before he
could catch it just vanished back into thin air. "Next up!" This time Gerrit
concentrated a bit longer. He put his hands together in front of his mouth as
if he would breathe into it. Now the ring also began to emit a teal light,
almost like a LED. When he felt enough movement between his hands he released a
bunch of blue glowing, see through butterflies. Immediately the small creatures
fanned out filling up the space between the two boys.
Davis and
Gerrit were both giggling. Ms. Lia hollered at them to keep it down. She hated
it when someone made a ruckus in her ward.
"This is really cool dude. Can you do
something besides party tricks though?" Davis teased his babysitter to see some
more interesting tricks. He expected full blown magic arrows and explosions.
"You call
this party tricks. Oh wait..."Gerrit gladly accepted this challenge. As he had to
train this new spell anyways this was a good opportunity. Just to be safe he
took a step back. What he was about to do took a lot of focus. Soon he would
have it down though and be able to create a copy of himself in seconds. The
ring now was almost like a blue keychain flashlight shining in all directions.
When the light faded away a second Gerrit stood there grinning. "You still
think those are mere party tricks?" said both Gerrits
at the same time.
Now Davis was
stunned. "This. Is. AweSOME!" He jumped out of the
bed to properly take a look at the mirror image. Everything was the same. The chaotic
mane, the emerald green eyes as well as every little freckle around the nose
and under the eyes. Hiding behind Mirror-Gerrit's head Davis dared to touch the
face. To serve as a second reminder to keep it down Ms. Lia's familiar the
chinchilla came and nabbed Davis's calf making him jump a little. "Whoa, what's
that little thing?" Back at home he had heard the name chinchilla of course but
personally had never seen one. Especially not the green aura variety that could
heal peoples injuries. The scratches it had produces vanished with another
green tendril jumping over.
"Last warning
you two. I don't think that you want to help me out until next month, right
Mister Levisay?"
"I am really
sorry. Do you think I could take our visitor outside into the court?"
The nurse
came over, took a proper look at Davis's eyes, felt his arms and legs and tried
to tip him over onto the bed again, to no avail. "He looks fine to me. Be back
in an hour, we don't want your mentor to know anything about this, right?"
Snickering
some more Gerrit went and held open the door. "Are you coming, ya snail?"
Davis could
only imagine what wonders waited for him beyond that door.
Now that Davis is awake and witnessed some of the
things that are to come, his curiosity is definitely piqued. But who knows how
long he has to stay in this place and what people he gets to meet? Sit tight
and look forward to the next chapter.
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