"It seems the books were right—crossing planes really does knock you out." Fletcher rubbed his groggy head and sat up from the ground.
"Hm? This place doesn't look any different from that valley just now." He looked around. Withered grass and a cold moon still surrounded them. "Brother Galen, is this the place called the Feywild you mentioned?"
"Looks like that fey wasn't lying." Fivik raised a hand, arcane light beginning to gather in her palm. "But she ran off right when it was time for her to cast the spell. Annoying little fey."
A hand suddenly stopped her casting motion.
"Teacher, I think it might be better if his memories aren't restored."
Fivik froze for a moment, then thought of how, after going there, the man had been shut directly into a birdcage. For those four days, he had been displayed like a monkey for people to gawk at. It truly was better for him to forget.
She dispersed the magic in her hand and agreed. "You have a point."
At the entrance to Stone Raven Town.
Upon learning that he had entered the Feywild and then lost his memories, Fletcher was not terribly concerned. Before going in, Fivik had already taught him a few tricks for controlling the magic within his body.
If He Xi and the others had not insisted on going, he would never have wanted to leave town at a time like this.
After all, he had only just earned the honorary title of "Hammer of Stone Raven Town."
He had not even had the chance to properly show it off at the tavern, much less enjoy the "wonderful night" Daniela had promised him before they set off.
The moment he thought of her voluptuous figure and lush curves, he felt a restless heat stir