Plygania
Appearing into a land of vibrant greenery, a cool wind brushed on the body of two men who stood at the epicenter of the beautiful sight - a camaraderie of lush tall trees with hanging veins.
The ground was pale and soft. Its tiled surface reflects the blinding radiance of the sun.
In front of both men, a giant wall stretched up to the sky, its width blocking out the forest scene behind.
It glittered equally as the sun, even spilling a scent like a bouquet of otherworldly flowers.
"This is the entrance into the Luxol's territory boy! Plygania."
Acer stared silently at the mesmerizing sight, the common entrance already a wild contrast to Moorloch's.
On the ground trailed lines of blue and red, like cracks of liquid all intercepting at the other, but never forming a mix.
It trailed down the glee circular entrance that stood as an easy entrance to the territory.
But even amidst the burst of impalpable wonder, something still felt weird about the atmosphere.
The silence was grave-like.
Not echoing of a slight critter from a bird, or chatters...or whatever sound the Luxol might exude.
Acer stared at Logan wanting to exude words from his small lips, but for some reason, he feared to distort the silence in the atmosphere.
"The silence?"
Acer nodded.
"You see these lines - they connect the Luxols to form a chat box."
Acer's eyes widened as his gaze began to scrutinize the mash of blue and red lines.
At the moment, the blue one seemed to glow up while the red one remained idle, perhaps, it meant something.
"So they're a silent race? Deaf." Acer asked, still gazing at the intricate linings.
"No, they ain't deaf - or dumb... Though I think they prefer to live without noise pollution."
Logan began to walk forward, leaving Acer who remained rooted to the ground, "Wacha' waiting for. Come on!"
"Do you just walk into their space like it's nothing... They might know you - but it's not the same for me!"
Acer whispered almost in tears.
He stood directly before a nest for the Luxols, a daunting race that wouldn't hesitate to wipe a human from his existence.
The wide circular opening in front of him seemed to be left unprotected, allowing for the entry of absolutely anything. But Acer - whether it was due to fear of the unknown or not, he knew the witting Luxols wouldn't leave their territory unguarded.
'What do they even look like?'
Acer began to imagine tall beasts like werewolves flocking around him.
He had always read that they looked like a Primal form of a hybrid beast, their classification as a race only spawning from their high intelligence.
And all the while, Logan paid a deaf ear to his plea, advancing towards the circular opening like he was a god.
'But standing here alone is to my disadvantage.'
'It's best I'm seated under his protection!'
Acer made a move for it, attempting a dart toward the man - However, he was stopped dead in his tracks by a cold palm that grabbed him on the shoulders, flinging him into a nearby tree as if he was a mere puppet.
A groan bobbed from Acer's lips that was quickly coated in a coat of blood - although still hidden under his black nosepiece.
Logan turned around in a fit of shock, his gaze landing on a body that lay groaning on the ground, and then at the culprit of the action.
It was two men of equal height, both striking a domineering demeanor that even sent Logan shivering to his spine.
"He's with me!"
But amidst the shivers he felt, Logan stood tall as ever, glaring at the two humanoids who had nothing but a frown on their face.
"Plygania only accepted you into the borders."
"And only for the mission." The other interspersed, looking even more startling than his opposite man.
They turned their gaze to Acer who still laid on the ground, too petrified to try and stand up.
"This one will be locked up in the Zone in the meantime!"
As one of the men declared, Logan made to object but ended up too slow in his words when compared to how fast the men reacted.
Acer was suddenly enclosed in a wrap of transparent bubble, reflecting a rainbow-like hue from the sun.
"This is a mistake. My apprentice cannot be imprisoned for accompanying his master." Logan intercepted again, glaring at both figures with obvious frustration.
However, the men remained inattentive, dusting on their technical suits, glamorous from a continuous blue and red stripe on the surface.
Suddenly Acer puffed out of the environment, still chugged in the floating bubble.
Logan stared at the two men, his emotion hard to make out as it spun at the gravity of the situation.
If things were to go out of his favor, perhaps, the leading Council of Plygania failing to see things from his point of view, he wondered how he could manage to rescue his lad from their grasp.
Luxols were probably a living object of power and brutality, at least when it came to other races.
Even though Acer was young, it would probably have been the last thing they would consider.
And at the end, the final judgment would rest on the shoulders of the higher authority.
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When Acer fell to the ground after the impact, he took the opportunity to stare at the form that could conjure up such strength.
But when his gaze fell upon two men, a perfect picture of a male human, he couldn't help but feel flabbergasted.
However, they looked like humans, they exuded a completely different aura - disgust towards the human who stood before them...and even Logan wasn't an exception.
'Luxols.. They look like human?'
Underneath the clothes that wrapped over his face, Acer's mouth fell agape.
One of the men had wavy brown hair, and the other beside him was jet black.
They stood as figures that effortlessly beckoned for fear and respect, their beauty even surpassing the threshold any human could attain.
Their eyes were like clear amber sparkling in the sun, yet, more keen than the eagle could ever adapt.
Acer was lost in a state of petrification, forged from their almighty demeanor and shocking stature.
His ears were deaf to whatever conversation they managed to hold with Logan... But for a fact, he could easily say that they were irritated by the conversation.
Then both of their gaze crashed upon him, directly finding the glow in his midnight eyes.
Acer shriveled at the common impact of their gaze.
At this moment, after realizing Logan has been failing miserably in convincing them to let him go, his instinct could only make him paralyzed in his condition.
But at a split second, he saw himself lifted into the air by a strange energy...and slowly, he was wrapped into a white light.
The beautiful view of the scene, and Logan disappeared from sight, obscured by a white light that logged his mind.
"Where the fuck am I."