Mirror Mirror Dwarves の小説・ストーリー

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I gave a false name and took my wizard robes off to blend into the general dwarvish community before I entered so I could remain anonymous. I left the inn from the back entrance three hours before sunrise just to ensure nobody saw me. I had a long journey ahead of me and the only place for me to go now was south. I had to make my way through the major dwarf cities to reach the human and orc territories. But that was the next best place to find the knowledge I needed. The humans have the most well-known wizards, sorcerers, and warlocks of all the races. They were also the only race that managed to stay in concentrated communities besides the elves and dwarves. Half-lings were forest dwellers

“It’s already getting colder.” Time here seems to go by really slow, the same as my potion making lessons. I have been going at it nonstop this past week and keep making the same mistakes. It is difficult to know if I am exceptionally bad at it when my point of comparison is the almost perfect Lada. Thankfully, today another elf returned from a 50-year trip to the northern region with an extremely rare grimoire and the Mothers did not want to wait a second to decipher it, which gave me a deserved day off.

Closing on a person halfway through was a death sentence. The tear in the space before them formed. Enlarge and become something completely different from what they’d seen before. Instead of forming a ragged tear, it became a circular opening. They could see trees and other things on the other side. Not the opening into random chaos that both Larin and Hugo used. This disturbed them greatly, but they didn’t have time to think about it. It must have to do with the ritual being used with the mirror. “Alright, here we go. Keep walking when we get to the other side. We want to be as far away as possible.” Larin stepped forward, followed by Gemma, Becky, and finally Hugo.

"Nothing more." As Gernit disappeared into the darkening forest, the remaining dwarves gathered for their evening meal of hard bread and dried meat. With no fire, they huddled in their cloaks against the damp chill, but their spirits remained high. "I hear dark elves pay in gemstones for humans," said Ugdin, a barrel-chested dwarf with elaborate beard braids. "Bigger than your thumb." "It's their magic they're after," another replied. "Humans can do any magic. Imagine what the pointy-ears would pay for that in their bloodlines."

‘But…what are Mirror Devils? When she saw the confused looks on Darryl and the others’ faces, she bit her lips and continued, “Mirror Devils are unusual. They’re really evil and like to transform into stone steles. The surface of the stone steles will be as smooth as a mirror. Once someone approaches and looks into the mirror, the Mirror Devil will transform into that person. So, your sister and friend were ambushed by these Mirror Devils.” Quincy and the others looked at Darryl, feeling ashamed of themselves.

In a mysterious space surrounded by white clouds, two glowing figures were standing in front of a magic mirror and observing carefully. The magic mirror was extremely huge. The surface of the mirror had been divided into thousands of small mirrors. Thus, the big mirror looked like a giant compound eye. The image of most of the small mirrors had dimmed, turning green and gray. Only about dozens of small mirrors at the center were still shining, showing the reflections of different figures. One of the small shining mirrors showed Ding Hao, who was sitting cross-legged to heal himself. The strange glowing figure who had spoken before was looking intently at Ding Hao.

A few dwarves were lounging outside, casually munching on their snacks. "Hey! You guys!" Drex landed quite ungracefully in front of a dwarf whose face looked somewhat familiar. “Who are you, kid? What do you want?” the dwarf asked, bewildered by the strange boy at his doorstep. “Hi, Uncle! It’s me, the wolf from yesterday!” Drex replied. Seeing that the dwarf didn't recognize him, Drex suddenly sprouted his black ears and tail. "Woof! Woof!" “A black monster!” the dwarf shrieked. His companions immediately scrambled, diving headfirst into their holes.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

How hard could that be, huh? Well it turned out to be bloody damn hard! Until I met him. You see, living with those bastards of a keeper was something I'd never imagined myself doing. I was so close into thrusting my dagger into one's throat when the bad-mannered saphead rudely mention that no beast was allowed into the keeper's fortress. Even after Kedar's strange men had pleaded on my behalf, telling him that Lavi was my assigned animal protector. And by strange men, I meant dwarves. Short, ugly, mutilated face like a bag of well chewed caramel. Yes. Those dwarves. But the moment we arrived at the gates of their fortresses, they sprayed something colbalt blue like on their skins and instan