Luck Of The Dwarves 소설 & 이야기

Ninian originally wanted to say no, but after some thinking, she realized that she was not going to be able to avoid such gatherings in the future, so she said nothing. But the sight of her hesitance made Dustin not want to force her to go. “If you don’t want to go—” “I’m going.” Ninian interrupted him. “I’ll go with you.” “By the way, this is for you.” Dustin took out a pretty box from his pocket. Then, from the box, he took out a bracelet inlaid with an emerald. He put it on her wrist. “What’s this?” “Consider this my wedding gift to you.” Dustin smiled. “Don’t reject it now.”

Their gentle silvery glow helped to lessen the loneliness of the night. She replayed all that happened at the mall and how Adrian saved her. Her heart leaped for a moment, not out of fear but from joy. Adrian saved the day. But her joy was dashed to pieces. Her awful experience with the clip was still fresh in her memory. She felt as though she was gradually drowning in a deep dark ocean due to her crippling, never-ending fear about the huge bank loan she had to repay.

Meanwhile, golden lights glistened all over Forza, the vast banquet hall, just below the helipad of the tower, which allegedly could hold five hundred people despite it being situated on the highest floor. Lavish events and parties were usually held in Forza, courtesy of the empire. Like today, I was in one hell of a bizarre event— a matchmaking party for the elites. 'I get it, matchmaking was for the rich; blind dates were for the average citizens; while love at first sight was for the impoverished people like me.'' I scoffed at the thought. It both felt shitty and satisfying to be part of this bizarre gathering just to find my match, thanks to my father for perfectly pulling some strings a

Then, Chloe saw a ghost of a smile from Jucel's lips. Outside their circle, Mai was fuming. "How dare you kill my men!" Ignoring her, Jucel opened a book that she conjured from somewhere and flipped through the pages. "You brought a book with you?" Chloe asked as she moved closer. Jucel nodded and said, "I've read about them. There were elves and dwarves around the Eastern Woods of the Diana Province. Dwarves are much slender but stronger minds than elves. They might be smaller than us but their strategies were great. I heard they participated in the war fifty years ago."

I join too, grinning when she throws a death glare in my direction. “Oh fine.” She says finally and we all whoop and clap. “But I’m not responsible for whatever you’re about to subject your ears to.” She starts the song, an old ballad about seven dwarves on a mission to find meaning in life. Each dwarf has to face their biggest fear and the song goes on to tell a tale of how every dwarf was nearly undone but for the team effort that helped them to overcome all. Hela’s voice fills the cave, bounces off the walls and for a moment, it doesn’t feel like we are chasing kidnappers. It feels like we just… are.

A few dwarves failed and fell in midair, nearly hitting the ground hard, but the elves didn't stay still. With the telekinesis power of the elves, they saved the dwarves from free fall and flew their stocky bodies to land on the skull heads of the Grim Reapers. Some of the other elves used vines to catch the dwarves' bodies, then hurled them back into the air. Dwarves soldiers clung to the Grim Reaper's skull-like monkeys. Several vines weaved around them as a safety rope for their safety. Thus, elf warriors support the crazy actions of Dwarves warriors.

“In a fairy tale I heard in the human world, seven dwarves helped Snow White!” I burst into fits of laughter at that. The human world was certainly full of fantasies. “Ahaha! There’s no such thing! Dwarves are the most anti-social creatures around. If they see a stranger, they run—they don't help!” Drex snorted in annoyance. I explained to him that dwarves could be incredibly loyal if you helped them, but Drex seemed to lose interest as his stomach began to growl loudly. "Yeah! I’m starving! Should we hunt first? Do you know where to find some poultry that tastes like chicken?” he asked.

Since then, the Elves were called as the Lost Race. “The Dwarves were not really affected by this shift. Being masters of Earth Magic, they dug tunnels through mountains and underground. They mostly made their living through mining and metalworking. They spend their lives mostly underground that they even barely know what is happening above ground. They mostly kept to themselves as well and would only send a few envoys to perform trades with other races, even in human cities. The Dwarves are the non-humans that have a very close relationship with the humans and are even respected by them.

“I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe it, try it.” Then he stretched and sat on the table, and this gentleman was about to… What a pervert. “Older brother.” I turned my whole body up, shouted until now, still a bit hoarse, realized that I was still in the library, still affecting everyone around. I bow my head and apologize to all for my noise and historyless actions. Furthermore, I just found a book about dwarves. They live in glass mushrooms that only grow on Mount Elin. From what it says, dwarves are real farmers; they are diligent; patient; kind. In addition, the book also speaks obviously about their capacity.

The case swung slightly ajar. Kael looked at the clasp on the floor. Then, at the open case, he saw a book. He picked up the book titled The Luck Bearers Vol. III, carefully opened it to the first page, and read the first line. The Luck Bearers are not mages. They are not warriors. They are not chosen by gods or blessed by divine hands. They are anomalies. Errors in the system. People around whom the laws of probability stop behaving, bending, warping, and rearranging in ways no one can predict, measure, or pull back under control.