Chapter 16: Thalorian

Thalorian walked along the strange stone path. Monstrous metal creatures flew by him every little while. Where am I? Thalorian, feet pounded against the warm stones, his boots felt hotter and hotter with every step. He’d been walking for hours upon hours along the road, looking for some sort of village or city.

Finally something was in sight. It was a giant metal structure with the words: McDonalds on the front. He walked inside to a person with an apron and a name tag saying: Jeffery on it.

“Where am I?” asked Thalorian.

“Whoa, what are you wearing dude, did you just come from like comic-con or something?” asked Jeffery.

“I have never heard of a comic-con before, is it some sort of fight pit?” Thalorian asked again.

“I guess. People wear, like, crazy clothes and walk around in a giant building full of other nerds,” answered Jeffery. “And you look like you climbed out of the lost and found bin.”

“I just climbed out of an interdimensional portal from another dimension where all of magic is stored, so no, not a lost and found bin,” replied Thalorian. Some of the people in the booths chuckled between bites of their sandwich-like things.

“Uh what,” chuckled Jeffery, pulling out some sort of metal box, he tapped on it and a light appeared on it.

“What is that device?” asked Thalorian.

“You’ve never seen a phone before!” laughed Jeffery.

“A ‘phone’, is that some sort of light rune infused box or something like that?” Thalorian questioned.

“Dude. Just dude,” replied Jeffery. Jeffery shook his head and put on the phoniest smile he’d ever seen, “Do you want a burger or something like that?” asked Jeffery.

“I guess I will have a ‘double hamburger’,” said Thalorian, squinting at the strange title.

“Okay that will be two dollars and thirty nine cents,” replied Jeffery, “cash or card.”

“Um cash,” replied Thalorian. He pulled a Ceno out of his pocket, “Will this cover it?”

“How many of those do you have?” asked Jeffery, wide eyed.

“I have about fifty on me,” replied Thalorian.

“One second,” replied running into the back and coming back with a retractable knife that was obviously not meant for combat.. “G-give me all of them,” said Jeffery, shaking.

Thalorian snorted, “Fool,” Thalorian drew his sword and sliced the blade in two. “Crya.” A bolt of ice shot from his hand and struck Jeffery, freezing him solid. He then kicked him straight in the chest and fell to shards of ice.

Mutters of shock rang from the crowd of people, eating, “Did he just use magic?” was one kid's question, “oh my god is that guy dead?” was another’s.

Thalorian strolled out of the building, phone lights were on, he put his mask on, “I am the Dragon.”