Romans & histoires Otherworldly Munchkin

One of the two males says in a stage whisper, looking at me. “Oh, and he is so much bigger this close, isn’t he?” The woman next to him says, as if we can’t hear them speaking about me and Eli. “Have I mentioned how much I like wolves. They’re very…wild.” The other male says reverently. I can’t tell if they are speaking to each other, or if they are speaking out loud to themselves. Their voices remind me of a human movie I watched one time where these little people called munchkins lived in Munchkinland. Their voices were higher pitched than a human and these little creatures sound very similar.

Orion nods, contemplative, looking out over the vista as he processes this information, as if it adds a fascinating new twist to his knowledge of the worlds outside of this one. “How do you not know this stuff?” I whisper, studying him. “You’re part wolf, which means your mom comes from my world or one a lot like it. And you’ve got dead people from all kinds of places. So? Why don’t you like…know what a donut is?” He shrugs. “Everything is secondhand. I’ve never left this place.” I stare at him for a second, confused, and then pity sweeps through me as I look around. Because while the view before us is gorgeous this world is…barren. For lack of a better term, it’s dead.

People are having fun with the return of their friend wizard named Welkin as well as a welcome party for the six friends who just came at the world of Echor for the first time. Lively music and laughter envelop the home of the oxburges. It cannot be hidden that Muggles are really cheerful creatures and they love fun. The Muggles are also known for their ability to ferment wines. They are also delicious to cook and good at planting. The life of the Muggles in the world of Ataraxia was peaceful and happy and it was they who thanked their king who did nothing but protect his subjects. "You'll get used to the noise of the creatures here. They love fun." Welkin whispered to Hygge as he reached fo

It made him want to scream, but his voice caught in his throat. The thing that caught his attention was a good many years older than him, a pre-teen at least. It-she- had wild brunette hair and pale skin and green eyes. But she, whatever she was, wasn't human. Her ears, for one, were pointed and placed higher on her head. Her lower jaw jutted out, dog-like teeth replacing human teeth. Her arms hung limp at her sides, hands taking on a grotesque hand/paw look with claws. She even had a long, skinny tail.