CHAPTER 10(PART 2)
THE DUNGEON CITY (PART 2)
This was quite strange, Galia and Darko did not understand very well how to react to this sudden event. Well, out of nowhere and without explanation, they were involved in a situation not expected for granddaughter and grandfather.
From the meeting with that strange being made of fire, they were enveloped and welcomed as guests to what he himself called his city, since this strange flame, aware of its surroundings and tiny, allowed them entry by their people.
Without before, perform a little trick made with magic. Trick, which in question caused the bodies of Galia and Darko reduced their size, a size similar to that of a rat, although clear, only in size, but not in appearance, since, still retain their main appearances, except that a thin layer of fire surrounds them around their body.
Their arrival was well received, children, women, men and even the elderly, also made up of merely flames of fire, greeted them both. Step by step, where Galia, fascinated with all this that makes up the small city inside the dungeon. His doubt increased; therefore, without further waiting, I chose to ask.
So, to satisfy their doubt.
"¿Lord fireball, what is this place?"
Whose question earned him a snap of annoyance, but as soon as he received his answer.
"It's my city, rather the dungeon city, although, well, whatever it is, I'm the mayor of this place".
The answer only generated more doubts in Galia, turning his gaze to his grandfather, who also seems not to understand anything.
A sigh escaped and again, between the walk of this unknown city, he asked once more. Without first noticing a little more in detail what it conforms, to words of the tiny flame, which it calls as its city, the dungeon city.
This place, as strange as it may seem to the naked eye where it is located, has some normal peculiarity. Structures, homes and citizens act as ordinary people and objects. Although its architecture leaves something to be desired, being a little rudimentary.
Galia, curious, between her walk through the streets made of the same rocks that surround the city, adorning its roof of peaks and gravel that falls like dust. But this does not seem to affect these citizens at all, seeing a couple of children running and playing in the city alleys. Accidentally hit a huge structure.
When he looked up, he came upon what appears to be a fountain. Galia with a quick glance realized that, despite its common appearance, the liquid falling from the fountain is so strange. Because, by dipping his finger a little out of curiosity, I caused his body to feel totally restored, almost as if at that very moment he had just awakened from a good rest.
Galia's doubts increased further, that just as her grandfather could not resist anymore and flooded with questions once more. Although this time, the first to ask was from Darko.
"Even if you describe it in simple words, ¿everything is very strange. A city within a dungeon, I mean, how is that possible? In addition, of that strange liquid which the fountain expels".
Galia, who makes his side, nodded for every word imposed by his grandfather. Taking another breath from the little living fireball.
"I understand the doubts that may lie in your heads but, believe it or not this is much more common than you think".
"¿Much more common?"
In response, the small fireball nodded.
"You will see."
With that said, he began his explanation: After the Great War between the race of giants and the dragon race, brought with it the coming of the sun and moon to stop this unprecedented conflict at the behest of the creative mother to protect the world she created as a home for one of her hundreds and billions of children.
His arrival came with a gift that blessed the world; magic and its main source, manna, as a result. The magic spread throughout the world was adapted in the various places where it spread. Falling like this, on the corpse of a dragon that was buried by the fierce battle between the giants.
But he was not the only one, for at that very moment, the sacrificial corpse of the elven hero Eliotath also looked consumed by such magic scattered throughout the world. Where, after years and hundreds of years, that magic was aging. Gaining the name Ancient Magic.
As a result, this abandoned power contaminated the bodies of the dead dragon and corpse of the hero Eliotath, as well as nature itself and animals contaminated by eating plants imbued with ancient magic.
In this way, the dead flames of the dragon came to life thanks to the birth of the tree Center of Life, a tree that transfigured from the body of the deceased elven hero. The roots of his body spread all over the world, giving life to everything that was influenced under the pollution of ancient magic.
Bringing the creation of the dungeons, as well as the dungeon cities themselves, into the hands of the very beings who were given a life and consciousness thanks to the tree at the center of life. Not just a city, but thousands and thousands of underground cities that flourished from the most remote interior of the dungeons.
With various magical and civilized creatures, which honor as a tribute to him who gave them life in fountains that boast the liquid of life, basically ancient magic with divine properties. Although, despite this, the official appearance of the elven hero Eliotath is really unknown.
Being that the elves even do not know what their true appearance is, their tribute and veneration of this hero is summed up in rumours of each of his exploits and how he himself blossomed as the tree of the center of life, becoming their greatest and pure pride.
"In short, they are found in one of the creations imposed by the Elven hero Eliotath and ancient magic, which, what you touched, slime, is the residue of ancient magic that remains around the world".
In the course of history, Galia was fascinated with each point, stars by both eyes about to explode. Staring at the source that he now knows is ancient magic. With a swig of sliva he ran to the fountain, with the plan of throwing himself completely.
But, at the same instant, she was stopped by Darko, taking her neck of his clothes.
"I don't recommend it to you, snot, ancient magic can act as a deadly poison in large quantities".
I report, arms crossed, this little walking fireball. Galia, surrendered, decided to remain silent, when suddenly a group of children interrupted the scene. Galia and Darko, curious, directed their eyes.
"¡Father, father!"
Screeching voices radiating amusement, short steps but grinding hard on the city floor. Galia raised her eyebrow. Darko looked in silence, for two more small flames of fire approached the mayor of the city.
Unlike the mayor, this pair dresses in different but elegant clothes. Hats also cup and a pair of patches that cover one of those two eyes that pretend to be those of a human. Both creatures quickly encountered the guests accompanied by their father.
Without further ado, they showed up.
"¡An honor to meet you, father's guests!"
His enthusiasm was contagious, Galia, who without warning was taken by the hands by the small flames of fire walking. Dragging her through the city. Darko, worried, was silenced by the mayor. Explaining and apologizing for the behavior of his two daughters.
"But anyway, join me, I'll take you to a place where you can enjoy during your stay. By the way, so far remember. ¿Would you be so kind as to tell me your name?"
Darko came to his senses, for during these long minutes of talk, he never showed up, let alone his granddaughter.
"¡Right, I forgot! ¡Good, good. Oh You can call me Darko, founder of the beast city of Ghamurant and master king of the sword in the style of a thousand tons!"
"¡Wow! ¡I have no idea that he means Mr Darko! But, from his enthusiasm, I guess it sounds like something cool."
His response was strange, so Darko chose to ask once more.
"¿What is it? ¿You know the origin of your land and how you were born alive, but do you not know my city Ghamurant and the style of sword that was founded by me?"
"I'm sorry for my ignorance, but our knowledge has been gained by years and years of advance by those who entered the dungeon, for which we only know what we have heard through foreign languages. Although, of course, we know each different style with the sword. I just wanted to joke about the legendary wood cut".
"Uhm... I understand, I understand. Still, I must assume you are aware that the dungeon is located on my territory".
Darko questioned; the small fireball raised its eyebrow made of its own flames.
"¿What do you want to get at with that last one?"
"Oh, don't worry, I don't want my words to be heard as a threat or misunderstanding. Well, I can see that your city is quite normal. By the way, ¿where the fuck did they take my granddaughter?"
The little fireball, he replied with laughter.
"Oh, don't worry. My daughter are a curious pooc and love to have fun but, you can be sure that her granddaughter is safe."
"I understand... Well, it doesn't relax me at all but as long as you don't get into danger, everything's fine I guess."
So, their talk continued along with their little walk, discussing eh sharing various things from each city belonging to their hands. On the other hand, Galia was dragged to the confines of the dungeons city. Specifically to a place that those two little flames dubbed their secret place.
Galia discovered that these two were actually girls, whose names were revealed as Maria and Antonieta. Who, in the words of both, are considered curious adventuresses with the aim of discovering great secrets and taking with them many treasures as a reward.
Although, they are annoying. Because, their father does not allow them to leave the dungeon city. For, at the words of the mayor, the outside world outside the vicinity of the tree roots of the center of life and far away from ancient magic can affect them in severe ways.
Nevertheless, they do not give up on their dream. Searching and exploring every corner of their city. Getting to the place where the trio of girls is right now. Their lair or secret base of operations for each of the missions they undertake.
A small dark well, furnished with tables and chairs by the walls, placing maps of the world and on the floor the name of his group. The most curious, super-inquisitive, and the greatest scout sisters in the world. An exaggeratedly long and meaningless name but, unbelievable in opinion of the younger Ghamurant.
"¡I also want to be part of the group!"
Maria reached out her hand to the tail of her hat, antonieta, slightly raised her patch before performing both a fun pose in game of their greatness as native explorers.
"¡Oh, ho, ho, ho! Oh A mere novice cannot compare to our greatness, but since you wish to join we can appreciate that great flame of enthusiasm which I recite from you!"
Again, another sudden movement, with another ridiculous pose in the middle of his show.
"¡Be proud, for I, Maria and my comrade Antonieta give you the opportunity to join us!"
"¡But you must first conclude with a test!"
I exclaim Antonieta, sketching a smile from ear to ear. Galia, much more enthusiastic took of her sword, copying the same action as those two little girls.
Posing in a strange and ridiculous but sublime pose for Antonieta and Maria.
"¡Then, I, Galia Ghamurant complete that test and become an adventurer alongside you!"
In this way and a situation that showed one of the greatest enthusiasm in the face of the world, Galia Ghamurant, granddaughter of Darko Ghamurant, was submerged even more in the confines of the dungeon city.
Until you reach what it seems to be, the fruit of life of the city. The roots of the tree of the center of life. Maria, placed in front of Galia with her antonieta beside her, taking a seat on the floor. Before a brief explanation for now, your new partner I met just a couple of minutes ago.
"¡Good! ¡The test is to win the favor of our leader."
Maria, I snort. Looking at one of the roots and extending it into the hands of Galia.
"¡Of course, winning the favor of our leader gives you a direct pass to our group!"
Antonieta exclaims.
"¿Leader? ¿But who is that leader?"
Antonieta, interrupted before getting Maria to explain. Inflating her chest in pride of her leader.
"¡Well, no more and no less than the great elven hero Eliotath!"
Galia, I do not react immediately. The answer of his leader took him with quite surprise but, even so, I do not doubt and speak with his voice.
"¡Then what are we waiting for!"
"¡Jo, jo, jo! ¡I like that newbie attitude, take one of the roots and cut a little then the test will begin!"