PROLOGUE...

~RIKAS~

Women are totally not in my agenda but I feel like making adjustments to include this one woman into my master plan. 

‘Okay so this woman is simply gorgeous in every unimaginable way. She is perfect and sweet and gentle and… Urrhhh…’

“You need to change your clothes,” She says, and I smile. Though I shall not say that Garius’ smile can be anything pleasant, I still smile.

‘She wants me to change clothes in her home.’ I chuckle at the thoughts.

“What?” She sends me a quick glance.

“Nothing” I mumble.

“Then… Why did you just chuckle? Is anything funny here? You are an old man, you shouldn’t act like that in front of a younger woman”

‘Okay, I get it. She feels irritated because I am an old, smelly and ugly looking wizard. But let's go to her home first so I can show her the real me.’

“Oh young woman, you have no idea. I just sneezed because I am too cold. You did not perceive my actions very well” I try to grumble like the old man I look like.

She ignores me and turns to the next corner while I follow her like I am attached to her butt as a tail.

Darkness has completely settled by now. White smoke billowed from the roofs of the mud homes far away ahead of us and I thought we were heading towards the mud houses but then, something hit me hard on the head and I see twinkling fairies flying around my visions before I lose balance and collapse to the ground.

~SOFIA~

‘You are too stupid and a talkative for some old wizard!’

I stick the wooden staff into my armpit and begin to drag his body down through the narrow alley. The awful smell of gutters are beginning to become more active, thanks to this heavy wind which only comes in the night.

Rough sounds are unavoidable at this point that I am dragging his body on the fragmented rocks tiling the tracks to the underground cave. Very soon, patrol will begin so I have no choice but to drag him very fast. Perhaps later on, I can apply some aloe vera to soothe his minor bruises. Or maybe he may not even bruise at all with the way he is draped in multitudes of thick, old, and smelly rags.