Man and Stone

The old man looks at her curiously. He sneaks a glance around him to see whether she was alone or not. He observed the sands, the sky, desert hill she just went down from, and lastly herself.

He thought to himself "Hoo, nothing I can use to shake her off, not even a fly..." as he threw his torch away and prepared both his hand on the grip of his katana.

His arms were sweating with cold sweat yet his body continues to warm up, his back started to feel colder with every breath, and his gaze and grip becoming more intense as seconds go by. The man knew what golems are, walking natural disasters that made demons from hell look like children.

A single wrong move and he'd have his entire body eradicated from where stood, so much as a wrong step backwards could do so.

The Golems are known to be the ones that stands at the very top in matters concerning strength. Their spar or fights against others would spawn natural disasters such as typhoons and earthquakes with them left seemingly unaffected by them. There hasn't been a single record of a Human defeating one of them, be it an army or not.

And there he stood, infront of an emerald golem that glowed lustrously under the moonlight with eyes as empty as they were transparent. Fear of death slowly creaping up his spine knowing he may very well die at her hands.

As the golem takes a step forward, he uses it as his time to strike. His begins to sword glow with blue aura as he pulls it back, twists his wrist, and slashes it down diagonally to the right.

His katana now covered in Ki, cuts the wind and hits her right clavicule. His sword dealt a direct hit to it, yet it didn't damaged her as much as he hoped for. Instead of slicing her chest open, the sword simply made a slight glint and crack on where it hit.

The crack repaired itself back to shape in no time as he follows it up with a second and third slash. She barely nudged at the impact of his attacks as she walked over towards the torch that caught her eye from the very beginning. The old man take a few steps back as whilst in a parrying position, his back and neck were wet with sweat as he meticulously try to predict what she was doing.

She reaches for the torch lying on the ground and tries to grab the fire burning at the end. Her hand passes through the flame and grabbed sand instead. She continues on trying the grab it over and over as she lifted the stick off from the ground and proceed to try and grab burning aura crackling in front of her. She crouches down and tries again.

The movements of her hand becomes more frantic and rapid as her fingers move over and around the torch seemingly frustrated in her inability to grab the thing that granted her power. She then decided to grab it from the base, the charred black part of the stick, but the moment she covered the fire entirely she heard a sound.

*Pssh*

A mild sound that she thought nothing of, that is... until she realized that the light she's been trying to grab vanished before her very eyes.

"What happened?" she thought to herself as she scanned the charred black part for the fire. Her thoughts pondered and turned "What happened?" to "What have I done?" with her eyes staggered at the piece of wood she's holding.

Behind her she heard footsteps, she was finally pulled back from the fire's trance and she turn her head, she saw two hands, one holding a small stick and with charred edge and the other a stone. The two items clashed and created the light she lost not moments ago.

"*Sigh*, so you weren't after me, but the torch huh?" The old man muttered as he puts the stone back and grabs the torch off her hands and set it alight in front of her.

Her eyes though expressionless, displayed a range of emotions such as awe and curiosity whilst watching the fire burn. She reaches for the torch but the old man pulls it away from her.

"You want this now don't you, well how about a bit of introductions first?" The old man said, now finally catching the attention of her eyes with both looking up at his. She looked at the old man curiously.

"I reckon this is your first time seeing a human like me, eh?" The old man said.

She heard what he said, but she understood none of it and simply tilted her head slightly to the right.

"Hmm, right. So you really are a new gen, guess that means there'll be a lot of screeching going on a few days from now"

The old man looks around then back to her and asks "If you don't mind me miss, I'd like a spar with you" and lends his hand down at her.

She stands up by herself and inspects him further, simply staring at the old man. She tilted her head and tries to utter the words he said to her but all that came out were eerie mumbles that made the old man smile wryly.

"Already learning words eh, well it'll take you years before-"

"Svar... with you"

The old man looks at the golem bewildered. He furrowed his brows put his hand on his chin. In his mind he thought "I guess golems aren't all brawn and not brains" and smiled.

"As expected of a golem, you're a quick learner... now about that spar-"

"I'd like to spar with you" she said, her speech now more refined then the one before.

"Aa.... Yeah, the spar. Though since you don't know what a spar is... let's just say we don't kill alright?"

She simply stares at him and tilted her head slightly to what he said, in other words, she has no idea what that man was saying.

"Ah... never mind then, how about following me instead?" he said, now gesturing with his hand to follow him.

"But of course, we can go our separate ways from here... it's your choice really. So how about it?"

Realizing talking to her is like to talking to a brick wall, he decides to leave and see whether or not she follows him or not. He said his goodbyes and leaves her to her devices, he has his more important matters to attend to than to teach a golem how to speak after all.

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It has been three hours since they met and the old man still continued to walk in desert night, fearing not the dangers that lie awake during the time. On his hand is a crumpled map he uses to travel through the desert.

The old man looks back and forth from the map to the desert, and to his behind. Behind him was the emerald golem that decided to follow him, now with a torch on her hand.

He doesn't really understand her fascination with fire, nor did he understand why she even chose to follow an old man like him but the more the merrier he thought.

Though by follow, the golem was a bit too far behind and looked as if she was stalking him instead. Her dark green silhouette can be seen from a sand hill far away and how she rigidly walk she looked like a scary ghost mothers would tell to their children.

The sky then suddenly blip into pitch black darkness for but a second before returning to normal once more allbeit now a bit brighter than before. He looks up and notices that it's finally the 3rd moon.

Enriya has six suns and 3 moons, after a periode of each sun finishes, the sun would blip to the next sun just like how the moon did.

"Hmm, I guess it's time to rest these old bones~" said the old man as he puts down his satchel and pull out a thin piece of red cloth. He rips it and the cloth conjures a white smoke explosion, followed by a luxurious red tent.

He looks back to check on the golem and saw not a even a hint of her silhouette from far away, she was gone from sight.

"Hmm, I guess even golems can get tired of following an old man" he said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice as he enter his tent yawning.

He then proceeds to pull out a few other materials and rests there for the night.

Unbeknownst to him however, he was being followed by more than just an emerald golem. A swarm of invisible insects were slowly crawling their way towards the red tent with saliva sloppering all over their mandibles, circling it from all sides.