Lightning Disciple (Heirloom Earth Book 1) by Elliot Hendry

Author:Elliot Hendry [Hendry, Elliot]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: rpg lit fantasy, post apocalyptic, fantasy, litrpg, litrpg apocalypse, gamelit litrpg apocalypse, gamelit litrpg post apocalypse
Publisher: Elliot Hendry
Published: 2020-05-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The trip back to the village was uneventful. They were close enough to the old road that the trees - as lush and thick as they had grown, even since they had entered the dungeon - were still relatively thin. They managed to avoid a Forest Guardian Colony after Alan spotted it in the distance, its vines waving just a little too much for the beast to remain hidden. They had neither the energy to fight nor the will; for all that they had emerged triumphant from the dungeon, the knowledge of what they would be returning to hung over them. Knowing just how thin their hopes really were knocked the battle urge right out of them.

They crossed the old road with weary feet and - at least in Alan’s case - a deep sense of foreboding. His companions didn’t seem any more enthusiastic. Carl’s shoulders had slumped more and more with every step closer to home, while Ella was practically dragging the mace along the ground. Their fears were confirmed when they entered the village and came across Ella and Carl’s mum carrying a fishing line and a bucket full of fat, silvery fish. She nodded at each of them in a friendly greeting but Alan could tell that she wasn’t in control. He eyes, rather than screaming, now seemed dull and glazed. Defeated. Ella reached out a hand to her as she walked away but Carl pulled his sister gently back.

The insult was driven deeper when they entered the village square and found it had been transformed into a marketplace, low wooden benches set up either side of a central path. Various villagers stood behind each stall, chatting pleasantly to each other and waving to Alan, Carl and Ella as they passed. The stalls were laden with vegetables and fresh fish and tanned rabbit hides. It was the most food any of them had ever seen and on any other day, it would have been like something out of a beautiful dream, far outstripping even the sight of the countless fat, docile rabbits from the day before. The familiar faces in unfamiliar roles turned the dream into a waking nightmare. Alan didn’t even stop to wonder where all of the food had come from - they just kept walking.

When they reached the junction at the other side of the village square they finally paused. Alan realised he had no idea where they had been going; now that they had to choose a path, he wasn’t sure what to do. The Gumley house was in one direction; his own house and Carl and Ella’s in another. The thought of walking into the house and seeing his dad not there - or worse, there, rising to ask this strange young man why he had barged in - turned Alan’s stomach. He couldn’t go home. Not yet. Based on the way Ella and Carl were looking down that road, he was sure that they felt the same way. Wordlessly, they turned left, towards the house that they had stormed out of the previous day.

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