Chapter 18: Thalorian

Thalorian stood above the young boy, who had stumbled to the ground.

“Who are you?” asked the boy.

“My name is Th- you can call me The Dragon,” said Thalorian, not telling the boy his real name.

“Well then I’m uh Yo- uh York, yeah that's my name,” said the boy calling himself York, although Thalorian didn't believe him.

“So ‘York’ what are you doing in this bloody shack?” asked Thalorian.

“Oh uh it was my grandparents house, after those things attacked I hid and then he attacked me,” said York.

“So this is your house, hm, I guess it was nicer before Droks attacked,” said Thalorian.

“What’s a Drok?” asked York.

“Short, gray, lumpy, sometimes really big, ring any bells?” Thalorian responded.

“Oh! The monkey things that I killed!” said York.

“You killed them?” asked Thalorian.

“Yeah, they chased me into the woods and I took one of their swords and killed them,” said York.

“Really?” quiered Thalorian.

“Nice job kid, you just told him something you shouldn’t have!” critiqued York. Is he… talking to himself?

“Ae’vora! Shut up!” said York.

“Are you talking to yourself?” asked Thalorian.

“Uh… yeah I’m talking to myself,” said York.

“Okay,” said Thalorian. He’s lying. Something’s in him.

“Are you going anywhere? I guess I could take you to the city,” asked York.

“Sure, take me to the city,” said Thalorian. Someone in this ‘city’ must be able to help me figure out what's happened to the world.

“Wearing those clothes you’re going to stick out like a sore thumb,” said York.

“What do you mean?” asked Thalorian, confused at how his clothes were weird.

“Well I mean you look like you just walked out of comic-con,” said York.

“Fine, I guess I will indulge in your game,” said Thalorian.

“I’m pretty sure that some of my grandpa’s clothes will fit you,” said York.

“And you’re sure this is what normal people wear?” questioned Thalorian. He was confused at the strange plaid attire and denim pants he was wearing. York had given him a ‘duffle bag’ to put all of his other clothes and sword in.

“Yeah, you look like a regular person now!” said York. I guess this is what people wear now. “Oh! Question, do you have any way to get us to Calgary? That’s the city by the way,” questioned York.

“Where is it located?” asked Thalorian.

“About five hundred kilometers that way,” said York, pointing south.

“Well then, Heven Welyeh Sha Koon!” chanted Thalorian. The world twisted around them before smoothing out just outside a bustling city.

“Did- did we just teleport?” asked York.

“Yes,” stated Thalorian. “Isn’t that normal for people of your world?”

“No! Teleportation does not exist!” yelled York.

“Then how do people get around?” asked Thalorian.

“Cars! Planes! Trains! Boats! That type of thing!” York shouted. “Anyway, let's just find someone and report those things.”

They walked once more, winding through the city streets, strange metal boxes whizzed through the streets. At one point one almost hit Thalorian.

“Hey! Yoru! What are you doing around here, I thought you were going to the country!” yelled a young boy around York’s name.

York started to sweat at the name ‘Yoru’, “Oh hey Josh, yeah change of plans we decided to come back home,” said York.

“Who’s that guy with you?” asked ‘Josh’.

“My, uh, uncle, The… Theodore Damianson, yeah Theodore Damianson,” stuttered York. “Isn’t that right uncle Theodore.”

It will probably be best to keep a low profile, “Yes, this is my nephew, my name is Theodore Damianson,” said Thalorian. Thalorian took York to the side, “Why did that kid call you ‘Yoru’ instead of York?”

York’s sweating started flowing faster, like a waterfall, “Well uh um, my name isn’t York it’s actually Yoru Faun,” said ‘Yoru Faun.’

“Is there anything else you’re not telling me?” asked Thalorian.

“Dude, I just met you, why would I tell you my name. You freaking told me to call you ‘The Dragon’ like some corny pop star!” said Yoru.

“Well Yoru, thank you for your time but I’ll be off now,” rebuked Thalorian. “And my name is Thalorian, Thalorian Hibbaku,”

Thalorian walked away, his boots hitting the ground as he stomped across the ‘crosswalk’ Yoru… Yoru, he was named Yoru.