Libera’s words leave you with a sense of dread and unease. A possibility that this mysterious stranger was a different species? “He’s not intent on inflicting any harm, is he?” You worry aloud. As Libera responds to the strange message, you resume your hunt to uncover the infatuated seadweller’s identity. You’re about to surrender defeat when a shine from a silk, green bookmark catches your gander bulbs. You hobble over and gently cradle the thick volume in your arms. The worn, leather cover has The Scolaris and Her Forbidden Secret engraved on it in gold. Riveted, you eagerly open the book to the very first page and make yourself comfortable. You have quite a bit of reading to do.
The fascinating legend of the Scolaris and the Dictator has captured the nooks of thousands of trolls. It’s dramatic, interesting, mysterious, and suspenseful. But most of all, it dabbles with a forbidden romance that young boys and girls crave in stories. I had discovered that most books about the Scolaris’s tale only grazed the surface of her love. I have taken it upon myself to elaborate on this matter because there can never be too much romance in a tale. And I was right to do so. As I researched this history, I had come to a realization that with the Scolaris’s hidden flush came a chain of devastating and shocking events. So, without further ado, I present you with the marvelous tale of the Scolaris and the Explorer.
You pause. The Explorer. That was his name. A triumphant smile spreads over your face. You like this author’s sass and style of literature. Even though you have only witnessed the prologue, you have a feeling that you’re going to enjoy this book very much. Taking a deep breath, you turn the page.
After a long period of waiting, a response from the bookbitch was finally recieved. You can’t believe it. You were kind enough to grace that ungrateful swine with your polite words and tone and she repays you by making you wait so long? Unforgiveable!
GA: you sure did take your dear SWEET time responding, didn’t you?
GA: it’s NOT polite. to make people WAIT.
GA: to THINK i was painfully kind to you. how STUPID i was. this log is most definitely being DELETED when we’re finished with this conversation.
GA: your FRIEND. she at least has the COURTESY of reminding you to reply to my message.
GA: as for WHO i am, that information. will not come to you EASILY.
GA: i’m not here to be buddy-buddy with YOU. i’m here to get your ass on TRACK. without my help you are SURE to fail.
“As of now I’m not too sure,” You respond, reading the new messages. This character sure is baffling. You’d be a little offended at his sudden change of tone if you weren’t used to being heckled.
BP: 1m n0 expert at psych0l0gy but 1m qu1te certa1n that y0ur m00d sw1ng 1snt c0mm0n t0 0ne wh0 1s
BP: Mentally stable
BP: H0wever 1ll 1gn0re y0ur t0ne and 1nstead get 0n w1th my quest10n1ng
BP: 1ll start w1th a rather 0bv10us quest10n
BP: What exactly 1s the purp0se 0f th1s game
“Not exactly the kindest person to talk to, despite the first few messages sent, but hopefully they’re willing to offer their assistance,” You sigh, looking over to Siyeta. “How are you doing with your research?”
You hold your book in the air to show Libera the cover. “I can’t believe we’ve missed this. This book is entirely devoted to the tale of the Scolaris and her lover. It’s going to be amazingly helpful. I’ve already discovered the seadweller’s name and it’s only the prologue. He goes by the Explorer.”
“Hopefully,” You grimly nod. “However, if he won’t cooperate and share information with you, perhaps try a new method. Flattery is usually the best way to go. Considering he is aware of our every moves, threats or blackmail would leave us at a disadvantage.”
After Libera turns her focus on Trollian again, you turn back to the page you were on. Ah, here we are.
It was only after sweeps of research that I was able to uncover the first meeting of the Scolaris and the Explorer. However, the only evidence I had was very vague. Although the story is accurately portrayed, please note that the small details are of my imagination.
The night was cool with a slight breeze, and the luminescence of the pink and green moon showered the remote island the Scolaris had taken refuge in. An ambush of seadweller soldiers had injured her arm. There was a deep, brown, bloody gash on the upper section, and even slight movements sent jolts of pain through her entire body. She had taken shelter in a cave of a small, remote island to nurse herself back to health.
After applying some herbs onto the wound, the Scolaris wrapped her arm in cloth from her tattered robe and decided to take a walk on the beach shore. She silently strolled, relishing the cold, moist sand between her toes. It was so peaceful here; the Scolaris was tempted to reside here forever, and it had only been a day since she’d arrived. She pushed the thought away in disgust. She did not have time for leisure, what with the war and all.
After ten minutes or so, the Scolaris sighted something that made her blood cold. There, not twenty feet away, loomed the silhouette of a ship.
Your nook beats faster, despite your better judgement. Hands shaking, you flip the page.
The Scolaris considered her options. She was unarmed and wounded, for she had left her weapon in the cave. Silently, she cursed her naive carelessness. Still, the ship could be abandoned. And it might be a couple of innocent trolls who decided to rest for a night here.
The Scolaris took a few tentative steps forward. What was the point of being afraid? The ship looked vacant. Yes, she convinced herself. She overreacted for nothing.
“And who might you be, madam?” a voice sprang up from behind her. The Scolaris visibly jumped and whipped around to face the stranger. The troll was a male, and he was tall and lean. He was clothed in a brown sailor’s suit and a black blazer with his violet symbol embroidered on the chest. However, the most important trait were the two fins protruding out of his cheeks. A seadweller. Shit.
“Madam?” The seadweller repeated. The Scolaris struggled to regain her composure. “I’m afraid that’s none of your business, seeing as how I’ve never met you before.”
The troll chuckled. “Well, that’s your call, I guess. You can call me the Explorer. I’ve been away at sea for sweeps, and it’s a lucky break that I’ve finally found land. Imagine my shock when I spotted you walking around! Do you happen to be a native? Though I doubt it; you seem too…civilized.”
The Explorer seems kind, you think. Very uncharacteristic of seadwellers. Another page turn.
The Scolaris stared, puzzled. Why was a seadweller acting kindly to her? Wasn’t he aware of her reputation? He did say he was away at sea. Was there a chance that the news didn’t spread to him? She decided to test her theory.
“Why are you acting friendly toward a lowblood like me? Don’t seadwellers usually have a condescending attitude toward others in the lower part of the hemospectrum?” The Scolaris inwardly grimaced at the term lowblood. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
The Explorer sighed. “Oh, that. Yes, you’re correct. Most seadwellers think it’s immoral to ‘taint’ themselves with lowblood company. But after sweeps of sailing alone, I could honestly care less about the whole hemospectrum business. As long as I have a friend to chat with, their blood color means rubbish to me, you know?”
The Scolaris nodded. It was confirmed; he had no idea that she was on a quest to justify the seadwellers’ nasty scandalous ways.
“Anyway,” the Explorer awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Mind if I join you on your walk? I was also out for some fresh air after being cooped up on my ship.” The Scolaris briefly mulled it over, then reluctantly nodded. “I suppose not. Very well.” She was smart enough to not let her guard down. Friend or foe, seadwellers were seadwellers. She would have a hard time learning to trust one, and she was still wary of the Explorer’s actions.