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The TGF Writer
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Ever wonder what happened to the magic in the world?

If you look through history and texts, you'll find that the latter in time, the less magic or mystery there is.

Even within religion, the closer to the actual era, the scarcer divine enlightenment or punishment or miracles appear.

Dragons ceased to be named in stories, faeries, elves, dwarfs and orcs ended up with the same fate.

Most would go out of their way and claim that it's because science has been developing, hence proving that miracles, magic, alchemy, and others are just illusions or tricks.

Then again, what if we're wrong?

Could you imagine, for a moment, that magic still exists out there?

Right now, a demon could be fighting against an angel.

A troll could be chasing his next victim.

A nymph could be bathing in the pristine waters of a river.

Or a gryphon could be soaring high in the sky, looking for something to eat.

Ever wondered what shook the world to make all those things just... disappear?

Honestly speaking, I didn't care much about the matter in my seventeen years of life, after all, those sort of things were only found in books and stories, even movies or series, not in real life.

Hence, believing that any of those even existed in the first place was much of a challenge for me, and even when thinking it through, I always came up with the exact same conclusion.

None of those stories were true.

All of that were lies.

But I was wrong.

They are out there.

The only problem was.

That they were no longer in this world.

I found out this truth one hot summer evening.

I had went to visit my grandfather along with my brothers, and we had just finished having lunch.

My grandpa chose to begin telling stories to my younger sister, while I decided to ditch the storytelling and look for something interesting to play with.

The TV was broken, there were no video-games in miles, and going outside to just lay in the shade would prove fatal considering that I could boil and egg on the grass.

So I went to the attic of the old wooden cottage in search for some abandoned toy I could use.

The dusty, dark and somewhat damp attic was only reached after pulling down some foldable stairs.

There, I turned on my flashlight, and began to look around.

I found several old looking paintings, a couple of sealed cardboard boxes, and random junk which I'm certain was from the stone age.

A dark brown chest picked my attention, and after a short inspection, I discovered it wasn't locked.

Opening the chest proved a mistake, as a cloud of dust spread around the still air, making me cough with a dry throat as my watery eyes attempted blocking the particles from hurting my vision.

About a minute or so latter, I had cleared my coughing and tears enough to be able to look inside the chest.

There was a rather old looking clothes there, most of which seemed fit for some medieval party or the sort; I also found a small steel dagger with no decorations whatsoever, and several empty flask as well as a funny looking hat.

I was about to close the chest again, when a feint glitter caught my eye.

Moving the clothes from one side to the other, I saw a small medallion hanging from a thin golden chain, along with a strange looking silver ring.

Curious about the odd designs in the ring and medallion, I put them on, I thought I might as well go down and ask granps what they were about.

Yet I had not taken more than a step, when my flashlight died out.

"Stupid thing." I cursed as I was in complete darkness, I hit the useless thing a couple of times in hopes to regain my sense of sight, but with no success. "Batteries must've been too old..." I sighed.

Since I wasn't so far away from the entrance, I hoped that I didn't encounter any spiderwebs as I turned around and began to move through the low ceiling, expecting to step on the metallic frame of the entrance at any moment.

Strange enough, I gave a couple dozen steps in that crouched position without finding the door.

As I was about to start cursing my lack of orientation, and begin calling out for gramps, I saw a dim light up ahead.

I began to hurry in the direction of the light, barely noticing how the floor underneath was replaced by soil, or how the roof was gaining height with every passing step.

The light was coming from a small hole, and by the time I placed my hands on the wall where the hole was, I realized something was wrong.

"Dirt?" I mumbled out loud as I felt it crumble under my touch.

The wall suddenly gave in, and a burst of light and air came forth while I fell out of the cave.

My luck ran out that very instant, as I had fallen down a steep hill in what seemed to be some forest.

I rolled on dead leafs and small bushes, hitting several parts of my body with rocks, sticks and other objects that came along my fall to the bottom of the hill.

I'm not sure how long I kept on rolling down the hill, but by the time I came to a halt, the whole world was turning and swirling entirely out of control.

Had I eaten something, I'd bet it would have already been vomited.

My hazy sight began to turn dim as the last thing I saw was someone's contour standing a couple dozen feet away.

The next thing I knew, I had completely passed out in a combination of dizziness, pain, and what probably had been myself getting hit on the head as I came to a halt.

Everything was total void, no sound, touch, smell, taste or light.

But I was coming back in a rather slow and groggily manner.

First came touch; I felt my body still somewhat hurt all around, but specially on my head and left arm.

Then came smell; my nose picked up a rather earthy sent, mixed along with wood, some herbs and feint traces of smoke.

Latter came taste; my throat was very dry, and my mouth felt as if I had just swallowed sand.

After that, came hearing; I heard the cracking of a fire, and steps at a distance, and the breathing of someone who wasn't too far away.

Lastly came sight; opening my eyes, I saw the rather unfocused image of a wooden ceiling, I tried to move, but a combination of pain, tiredness, and what seemed to be bandages, avoided me from actually moving much.

"Take it easy." a voice told me, I felt two soft hands on my shoulders, helping me sit. "You've been out cold for two days."

"Two days?" I mumbled, noticing I was inside what looked like a small wooden cottage.

"Here, this'll make you feel better." said the owner of the hands as she let go, handing me a small cup made out of ceramic.

I looked at the girl for a moment, she was around her early teens, and had long red hair that was tightly combed into a ponytail, her white skin had hints of a natural tan, and her eyes were an almond shaped blue.

For an instant, my mind told me something was odd with her appearance, and I realized why the very instant my eyes came to a halt near the girl's posterior.

Coming out of her yarn dress, I saw a red fox tail.

Then, as my eyes trailed back up at her face, I noticed her perky fox ears on top of her head, small white fur at its tip, in the same manner as the tail.

"Are you ok?" she asked, noticing my sudden lack of response. "Here, drink it." she added, as she placed the cup on my hands.

Once done this, she turned around and went towards one of the doors.

All the while, my attention had been fixated on her tail, which casually swished from one side to the other.

Then, I was left alone to my own thoughts.

"Is this a dream?" I muttered to myself as I pinched my own arm, the pain only proving me otherwise. "What the hell is going on?"

I felt somewhat confused, if not entirely shocked.

Drinking some of that herbal tea relaxed me a bit, and at least pushed my thoughts away from the thought of freaking out enough for me to try and find what was going on.

I realized I had bandages throughout my body, several at my torso, one on my left arm, at my head, and another one on my right spleen; I didn't feel there was anything broken, but I was certain that at the very least I was very bruised.

"Your wounds aren't too serious, but it's better if you take it easy." said the girl as she came back with another cup of tea; she sat on a chair as she stared at me for a second. "It's the first time I see someone of your kind, what clan are you from?"

"Clan?" I asked, the surprises were piling up.

"Hm..." she seemed to think for a moment. "I'm from the fox clan, see?" she pointed at her animal-like ears. "Each clan has its respective features." she then looked back at me. "Perhaps you call it something else from where you come from?"

"We don't really put names..." I vaguely answered. "But I guess it'd be the human clan." I paused for a second. "I'm sorry if this sounds a bit odd, but where am I?"

"You're at Tuhtuck." she explained. "It's a small village at the border of the Forest kingdom." she continued to look at me. "My name is Flora."

"Gabriel." I replied with a short wry grin. "Thanks for helping me out, I thought I was a goner."

"You must be from some very far away country." Flora smiled back. "That is a weird name." she paused for a moment. "And clothes." she added.

"It almost feels as if I'm in another world." I jokingly said. "I'm not sure, but..."

Just as I was about to finish the sentence, when the sound of screaming and bells interrupted her.

She immediately turned around and headed for the entrance door, agitated for some reason.

I couldn't quite run, but I still followed her outside.

A small village came into sight, no more than a couple hundred yards down the hill the cottage was in; it didn't have more than a three or four dozen houses.

I noticed there were a lot of people down there running from one side to the other, some of them had spears or large forks, but most were carrying trays and buckets of something; still, my best guess was something bad was happening.

"What's going on?" I asked as I stared.

"The mountain god is coming." she mumbled, hurrying to turn around and go back into the house, she came out with a large wooden platter, all filled up with an assortment of meats and vegetables. "If we don't show our respects, she'll destroy our village."

Just as she was about to continue towards the village, she tripped, making all the pieces to spill onto the dirt; her face had shifted from shock, to horror, all color on her face vanishing entirely.

"Oh no..." she almost whispered, her voice shook.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling tense for no apparent reason.

"The offering..." she pointed at the dirty pieces of food. "The mountain god will surely..."

She halted as a creaking sound came from behind.

Both of us turned around to look at the forest, it wasn't as thick as where I had appeared, so it was rather easy to see it coming.

The beast was very much like a tiger, the main difference would be that it was almost five feet in height, its eyes were a bloodshot red, and the creature's build was somehow more... powerful than that of any animal I had seen so far.

I didn't need to ask Flora, just by the look in her face, I knew that the beast was the mountain god.

It looked at us, its presence pinning us down on the spot; then, it let out a roar that shook the very ground, revealing every single one of its razor sharp fangs as I felt a bone chilling sensation run through me.

The only thing that crossed my mind at that moment was the wish of having a second pair of underwear with me.