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Messages - Norfür

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Norfür's Chronicle
« on: March 09, 2013, 08:15:18 PM »
Sorry for the lack of updates, guys. Things have gotten a lot busier IRL (I'm applying for a second job). I'll be sure to do my best to get my drawings in, though! ~w~

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Norfür's Chronicle
« on: March 02, 2013, 02:45:48 AM »
Thank you all for your kind suggestions! I guess at this point, I'll go drop by the art shop to see what's there, and make do with what I find. But before that, I've gotten advice from Nyo-san and Chris Rojas to first master the pencil (which I have many of ;) ). I think it makes sense, then.

That said, it's time to move on to the next part! I should have it up later today (I hope).

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General Discussion / Re: Photobucket
« on: March 01, 2013, 06:53:21 PM »
This sounds real good... I'll give it a shot. Thanks. ^^

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Norfür's Chronicle
« on: March 01, 2013, 06:52:05 PM »
Good start
But yeah you need better pens.
G-pens are what most artists use, but its really complicated and hard to use so i wouldnt recommend it for starters.
Hmm... i use staedtler pens and sometimes unipens.. i don't know, they're pretty good

Thanks for the suggestion! I'mma gonna have to find those. Hopefully, I'll be able to find nib pens at a bookstore/art shop... hopefully they understand the terminology. ^^;

I also got crilley's book then found his videos those two together helped me alot for foundation, but they shouldn't dictate your art style/drawings.

Yeah, I definitely shouldn't let any one style dictate mine. I guess once I got the basics down pat, I should probably broaden my with other styles, eventually come out with my own. I noticed I still need to practice keeping my lines smooth. Well now I know how a surgeon in training feels. ^^;

Nice start bro! :thumbsup:
And like Next-san, said G-pens are what pro's use but are mental torture to get used to :noidea: So my suggestion is a Kabura pen ;)
They are much easier to control and I recommend 'em :D
Anyway, more good luck and don't get discouraged! You've got potential Norfur-san, and your stories are very interesting, and like Nobuhiro Moritaka-sensei from Bakuman says "If its interesting, it'll get popular."
Take those words and feed your passion friend! Work hard and your dream will come true ;)

Thanks very much for your encouragement, Pen-san! ^^

If I may ask, though... where I might be able to buy a Kabura pen?

I should probably start reading Bakuman too. XD

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General Discussion / Re: Photobucket
« on: March 01, 2013, 06:21:16 PM »
Yeah, now I feel REALLY stupid. Thanks, Jack. I'll put 'em all up on my DA now. ^w^;

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Norfür's Chronicle
« on: March 01, 2013, 11:52:19 AM »
Thanks, mate. Anyway, here it is. The dreaded crappy first try! Even my inking is terrible, because I literally used a black ball pen for it! I also tried a permanent marker, and a... I'm not sure what kind of pen, but an "inkier" one, I guess. A weak finish, I think...

Anyone know a good pen for inking?



If it's smaller than it should be, I blame Photobucket.

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General Discussion / Photobucket
« on: March 01, 2013, 11:50:53 AM »
Has gone full retard as of late, and it's driving me stark raving hair-pulling mad. Does anyone know of a better image service? One that's simple and has similar organizational capability?

One that has more generous image size limits and doesn't shrink it down to a retarded maximum resolution?

Sorry for using that R word twice. I didn't mean to offend. I'm just very emotional over it right now....

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Manga Art Gallery / Norfür's Chronicle
« on: March 01, 2013, 08:07:45 AM »
So I guess this is where I put my stuff up for critique. I'll be following Mark Crilley's book, and going at the lessons head on, doing practise work with each one. As I stated earlier, I'm more used to CAD's rather than drawing, so this will basically record my progress from zero to zen master, craptacular to spectacular, and any other thing I can think of.

This will take years of training and a lifetime of mastery, but as they all say, you're more likely to finish, if you actually start. I've put this off long enough. I'm gonna go do it now.

First lesson: Eyes!

Will post them later-ish. Wish me luck!

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Graphic Softwares / Re: Photoshop CS5?
« on: March 01, 2013, 04:34:55 AM »
Thanks. Heck, I might as well just kick it all the way up to CS6. Though that might be too much for my 8GB RAM.

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Manga Creations / Re: Lambda: Movements
« on: February 28, 2013, 08:06:12 AM »
II. In Which Hilde Sits Under a Tree and Asks Inappropriate Questions

The trip home seemed to be going faster than it usually took. Maybe that was because of how excited I felt, though. Herr Luzi had promised to lead me by the hand and teach me to become an adventurer, so I could go out and see the world, and make money along the way too! Imagine that! Me, a simple girl from a small town by the sea, becoming an adventurer!

“It’s going to be a long and hard journey, though.” Herr Luzi turned to face me, his mesmerising crimson eyes seemingly digging into my soul yet again. “You won’t have it easy. Like anything of value in life, you have to earn your mantle as a mage.”

Ah, right. He mentioned me having potential to become a mage too.

“I did.”

I guess that means my training will consist of magical training. That sounds even more exciting! Still, I found the odds of someone like me having the potential to become a mage quite ridiculous.

And of course, there was the whole idea of Herr Luzi discovering me like this… Was fate really working in my favour now?

“It could be. But what does that mean to you?” Her Luzi scratched his long, rabbit-like ear with a foreleg as he asked.

I clenched my hand into a fist and held it up in front of me. “It means that my yearning isn’t just some childish dream, but something I was destined to fulfil!”

“So nothing I say will discourage you?”

Herr Luzi stopped, turning in mid-flight to face me with that flat rabbit face. For just a moment, those deep crimson eyes seemed to glint, as though trying to intimidate me. “Ah?”

How does he fly without flapping those wings, though? And why does he have them if he doesn’t need them to fly?

“That’s a trade secret. Anyway, I’ll make it clear to you now. The training is very unforgiving. People have died in the middle of the course. Do you still want to go?”

I could only smile back confidently, flicking aside a stray blonde lock. Perhaps I’d smiled a bit too confidently, in retrospect. “I won’t die. That would be a waste, if fate called me to become a mage and then just killed me in the process.”

“Life tends to be a waste, dear Hilde. Countless people waste their lives away everyday doing nothing worthwhile.”

“And that’s why fate won’t waste a life that goes out to do something worthwhile!”

Herr Luzi’s face was a mask. Those eyes never changed directions, nor did they give away even the slightest tell-tale sign of how he felt. Those lips were always curled into a cat-like… smile? At least it looks like a smile. They never moved, even when he spoke.

But I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about how I was a person with not only the potential to become a mage, but the determination as well. He was thinking that I was prepared, at least mentally, for the hardships that would come ahead. And by the gods, he was right. Right?

He said nothing, though. Instead, Herr Luzi just nodded, as if he knew that I knew.

We stopped to rest by a creek about halfway home. There was a big tree there just by the water where Hilda and I loved to sit and talk about nothing. The sun was getting high, but not as it normally would be. I was going home earlier than usual, after all.

“So why isn’t your sister with you today?”

It was a strange question, although it would make sense, given I told Her Luzi about Hilda earlier. “Well, Hilda said she would go to the beach instead today. We don’t always go together, but that’s okay.” I looked up past the green canopy and into one of the bluest skies I’ve seen in a while. “Sometimes, even close sisters need some time to themselves.”

“I see.”

Something was telling me that Herr Luzi was staring at me again with that mask-like rabbit face of his. Perhaps he was studying me, and wondering to himself, how did he end up with such a strange girl, who had big dreams despite her little size?

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have any sisters, Herr Luzi? Any siblings?” I don’t know much about rabbits, or whatever Herr Luzi was supposed to be, but I heard rabbits have big families. Mom was always complaining about how so many were always eating the plants in her vegetable garden.

A gentle breeze relieved some of the heat as I dipped my toes into the cool water, causing a pleasant shiver to run from them, up through my legs and spine. When I turned to look at Herr Luzi, I was surprised to find him staring up at the sky, just like I was.

“I don’t have any. Where I come from, siblings aren’t important.”

It sounded like he had a harsh culture. ‘Siblings aren’t important?’ How could someone say that with such conviction? Well… I’m not one to poke at someone else’s beliefs. But I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink at the fact that there were such cultures, cultures that didn’t put value on one of the key building blocks of the family.

“Then what about the rest of your family? Your parents?”

“Never met them.” Herr Luzi faced me again, with those deep crimson eyes gazing into my own. It was like they were probing me once more, staring into the depths of my soul and trying to pull out my reasoning for asking these questions, so he could tear them apart. “I’ve always lived on my own.”

For just the tiniest fraction of a moment, they seemed to glare a harsh blood red.

The chill I felt running down my spine then was the complete opposite of the one I’d gotten from dipping my toes in the water. “O… okay…”

With that, we spent the next ten minutes in utter silence. It wasn’t the peaceful serenity that we had earlier. It was an awkward, dead, silence. The sound of the creek’s running waters were now hollow, and the animals seemed to stop making their sounds.

For ten minutes, the world had turned empty and grey.

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Graphic Softwares / Re: Photoshop CS5?
« on: February 28, 2013, 03:21:28 AM »
Do dinosaur and quad core belong in the same sentence? Man the processing specs you guys are talking about are way beyond. For me, if i hear i7 then i want it. When i finally got my i3 it was heaven for me. Got to play a lot of the newer games. From what i hear i7 is even more monstrous

what i mean by dinosaur is that i've got a "prehistoric" quad core CPU. an old one. which is sad :(

I dunno, dude... I remember five years ago, I was talking core count with my buddy, and he mentioned quad cores and was like, "why would you need something that powerful"? Well, haha, judging from the stories... ahem... anyway...

I googled it up, and the K looks like an option only if I'm not going with a dedicated GPU. Guess I'll have to check the GPU I'm eyeing, then.... although my present one is just a little over a year old, and as long as it can play 1080p stuff... Seriously, about the only thing I haven't touched on my rig since 2005 was the CPU, haha.

If there's anything I'm saving for, it's some kind of i7.

But now you point it out, I guess I'll probably torrent up a CS5 set...... and stick with it until I have enough money. ^^; Thanks, guys.

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Graphic Softwares / Re: Photoshop CS5?
« on: February 27, 2013, 07:41:42 AM »
Yeah, it's quite the pain when it suddenly flips out and crashes. It's happened a couple times before. Guess I'll probably just save up to upgrade to a better rig.

On that regard, would you know if it's worth getting an i7-3770k over a regular 3770?

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Manga Creations / Re: Lambda: Movements
« on: February 27, 2013, 04:46:00 AM »
Thanks! Will have the next one up soon-ish!

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Graphic Softwares / Re: Photoshop CS5?
« on: February 26, 2013, 07:52:08 PM »
Thanks!

I suppose I could torrent it, but then I've been trying to turn legit these days... Well my main issue really is processing power. I'm still using a dinosaur Pentium 4 chip from 2005 and CS4 alone is already pushing my rig to its limits, haha. ^^;

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Manga Creations / Lambda: Movements
« on: February 23, 2013, 10:15:38 AM »
So this is basically a light novel I decided to write in order to accompany my game (whenever THAT gets out), sort of like those novels that go with StarCraft or Warhammer, etc. What it does for me is how it will further expand the setting (which I will describe in brief) and so add to something of an immersion factor. And of course, it's there to help you see the world from a perspective other than the bird's eye commander-level that you usually see in games like Total War. How did that century of troops that you ordered trained a year ago, which cost you some 200 or whatever gold, magically appear in your barracks? We'll find out soon enough.

SETTING:

The world of Lambda is part of a larger project of mine, a planet of particular interest. Humans here are all born female, and it is only during puberty that manhood becomes possible, via metamorphosing into one. Magical energy permeates the world, and humans possess a special spiritual organ needed to process it. This organ atrophies when one transforms into a man, however, the genes for the organ remain intact, and thus becoming a father is seen as an excellent retirement plan for any mage.

The world of Lambda was once populated by incredibly advanced ancient civilisations, who communed closely with the creator god(ddesse)s of the world, the 'Old Gods'. However, some 4000 years ago, both these civilisations and the Old Gods disappeared into myth, an event known as the Vanishing. Only hidden ruins and levelled remains give any hint that these peoples existed at all.

Indeed, virtually all of the world's modern civilisations have old stories passed down from beyond history, speaking of a time when mankind greatly abused magic, a gift from the gods, and was punished for it. These stories also speak of the gods setting in place a terrifying horror beyond comprehension, ready to pounce upon man, should it ever repeat this transgression. The fact that several such entities have now been discovered slumbering in ancient ruins adds credence to this ancient tale. But clearly, as the story speaks of only one monster, then despite their frightening power, these clearly must be lesser abominations: its "mere" Children.

Today, the world is shepherded by the Young Gods, a far weaker, far inferior replacement for the Old Gods, virtual deities created by the collective consciousness' of tribes, which eventually grew into cities, and eventually nations. These peoples have lost nearly all the memory of their ancient ancestry, only rediscovering them through things they've left behind. Their technology centres on magic, some, more than others, depending on how much magical potential their nation has at their disposal. Those with greater power are truly awesome in their magical achievements, but are almost completely dependent on it. Those with less certainly have a handicap, but have used what they have to improve their technology by leaps and bounds. Either way, their application of magic in battle is universal, and their use of special magical garb ubiquitous. A modern inhabitant of earth might recognise warriors from these nations as magical girls. And for all intents and purposes, they are.

Lambda centres on the Alhazred Region, a meeting hub of the five most powerful nations on the Three Great Continents. From lowest to highest potential, they are...

The Bellan Republic (Res-Publica Casus Belli) - Steel is their strength, as their magical potential is the weakest. In compensation, they have invested all that they have in advancing their technology, resulting in incredibly durable metals, highly effective weapons, and power armour that no other nation has even bothered to replicate. Each legionary is a hardened but agile tank capable of shrugging off many spells that would put down a soldier in lesser armour. They have an unsteady peace with the Seisenese Empire.

The Seisenese Empire ????? (Dai Seisen Teikoku) - Masters of the sky, their superior numbers and lightning speed in both strategic and tactical situations is unmatched. Indeed, the "Armed Forces of Heaven" being the official name of their military is no mere boast, but is a very real thing. With the power of the Kamikaze, their Empress leads them into battle and can dispatch an ugly horde of barbarians all by herself. As the self-proclaimed guardians of the world, they monitor the activities of the Bellan Republic, which they believe to be expanding at an undesirable, and arguably violent, rate.

The Soleilian Alliance (États Alliés de Soleil) - A collective of nine kingdoms and nation-states situated upon the Soleilian peninsula, the Alliance rules the waves out of necessity: there is no territory left to expand into on their home continent. Instead, they have invested in a fleet of ships without equal, seamlessly dominating both naval warfare and mercantile trade, which has been pivotal in forging their overseas empire, despite the ever-present problem of pirates and angry natives. Its otherwise average magical output is propped up by troops hardened from endlessly hunting down pirates, expanding into uncharted lands, and suppressing the occasional colonial rebellion. The the sheer variety of magical systems under its flag is nothing to sneeze at, either. It combines not only those of its nine constituent states, but also imports magic from its colonies on the other side of the world. It is the only extant empire where the sun never sets.

The Zafieli Kingdom ????? ????? (Mamlekhet Zafiel) - Feared as unparalleled assassins and envied as masters of guerilla warfare, the kingdom of Zafiel lays claim to a massive dessert with mana levels second only to the Kriegan Highlands in the far north. They worship YHL the Boundless One, who promises them great reward should they ever fully master their desert home, they shall be greatly rewarded. This does not seem all too distant, as they already herd most of its population of giant sandworms, and have fully harnessed the mysterious spice that therein grows.

The Kriegan Federation (Vereinte Föderation der Krieggartens) - The most magically potent nation in the world, even the lowest of the Kriegan Federation's pikemen is capable of annihilating dozens of barbarians in short order, a good thing too, given their tiny population. For centuries, the Kriegans have been holding off an endless barbarian invasion attempt from the uncharted lands in the north and north-east, no doubt contributing to incalculable deaths over the ages. As such, it was only natural that their soldiers train to become as devastating as possible. Other than the Seisenese Empire to the east, they are the only bulwark against the looming barbarian threat against civilisation.

Sorry for the wall of text. I just needed to sum up my project, ja...

Anyhoo, as I said, Movements focuses on one character (a Kriegan, as I see them as "closest" to the traditional idea) as she goes to become a soldier in the Föderalwehr (Federal Defence Force). Enjoy.

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I. In Which Hilde Introduces Herself

Okay, let’s start at the top. My name is Hilde Becker, a citizen of Essenstein.

It’s one of the three states that make up the Krieggarten Federation, and can be found in the coastal area. Founded by wise and powerful nobles a long time ago, it eventually joined with neighbouring states to better protect itself from extinction. That’s what I know, anyway.

So… My story begins here in a small town by the sea, my home town, Battenstrand. It’s a peaceful community, where the people are friendly, hard-working, and love to live. Everybody knows everybody in Battenstrand. From the farmers, to the carriage drivers, to the post officers, and the constables, we know each other not just by face, but by name, too.

We all live in a tranquillity rarely seen elsewhere. At least, that’s what I think. Nobody ever talks about the war going on in the north-eastern reaches, so it’s pretty quiet around here. Life just goes on as usual. Federal officials sometimes visit to give us news, but I don’t really pay attention to that. It’s not important to me, after all.

I’m thirteen years old, have loving parents, and an older sister. We own the town bakery. Every morning, Hilda and I get up early. I’m talking about more than two hours before sunrise. We then help our parents with the preparation of the ingredients, fixing the dough, and then finally, the baking. My favourite part is the kneading. I love the feeling of playing with nice dough, even though they keep telling us not to play with food.

By the time the bakery opens at sunrise, we’re already done with breakfast, and are ready to help sell bread to the townspeople. I love doing that too, because we get to greet everyone a good morning! Herr Rochefort is an especially nice man. He always brings sweets for Hilda and me. After two hours, we’re free to go play by the river until lunch time, then we go home. After that, we help out again until the bakery closes, an hour before sunset.

We spend the last hour of daylight playing outside near the house, by the beach. The waves are nice and calm, the sand is smooth, not rough on the skin at all. And the view of the sunset, when it comes, is amazing. Once darkness falls, we go back inside, have supper, and spend time together as a family for another hour or so, before going to sleep.

Helping out at the bakery is fun, but the most fun thing about helping out in the bakery, is that the whole family is working together, enjoying each other’s company. There was a time when mom went away to the capital, Krieggarten, to buy some special ingredients. Those days she was gone, things weren’t as happy.

And that’s the sum of my life. It’s a simple life, full of routines and repetitions, but I’m fine with that. It’s all I’ve lived through, and it’s all I know. Sometimes, however, I can’t help but look out at the mountains in the distance, wondering what might be waiting out there. Sometimes, I can’t help but reach out to them, pretending to grasp the scenery and hold it in my hand.

I’m sure that something is out there, and I’m sure it’s a lot more exciting than my ordinary, routine-filled life. But I’m fine with my life. I don’t need to know what adventures are beyond those mountains just waiting for me to embark on them. Even if I wanted to, even if I went, my family can’t, my family won’t, be coming with me. For me, my family is the most important part of my life, and nothing can replace them.

What about you? I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you here to visit somebody?

“You could say that. I’m honestly just dropping by to see this peaceful little town. You see, I’m looking for people. People like you.”

Today was sunny. Not a cloud in the sky, but that’s just how I liked it. And everything was perfect, down here by the river, like the green grass and colourful flowers. I was just playing, really, until this little guy found me and asked a very strange question. If I would tell him about myself. The strange white creature wagged its tail. It was a long tail, and ended with a paintbrush head you’d also see on a lion’s tail. At least I think you see it on a lion’s tail. “Really?”

“Yup. I’m looking for honest, hard-working people who love their homes and their families. I’m also looking for people who have a sense of wonder, who have a strong desire to know what’s going on in the outside world.”

Ah? But I already told him that I was fine where I was. A small lone cloud passed overhead, casting a faint shadow over a little portion of the meadow. “Oh, then I don’t think you’re looking for people like me. I’m not really intereste-”

“Ah, but you are! You just spent a few seconds telling me that you, reach out, to the mountains over there, as if trying to take hold of the adventures that they have in store for you to take!”

He tilted that head, with its flat rabbit face and vacant smile. Those red eyes felt like they were reaching into my soul and pulling out my deepest desires. “Well if you put it that way… I… guess I do want to go… but… my fam-”

“And don’t worry about leaving your family behind! Your adventure will only take two years. Then, you can come back home, where your family will be waiting for you, eagerly welcoming you into their arms, and life can go back to normal. The only difference is, you’ve already gone on an adventure, and seen the world for what it really is.”

Two years doesn’t sound too bad… but I still have promises to keep. I cupped my chin and started to think. On one hand, I… I know that inside I want this. On the other… “Won’t my parents get angry, though? Who’s going to help them at the bakery? Hilda can’t do the work for the both of us…”

“Your parents will understand. They love you, don’t they? Your sister will, too. Suffice to say, if you go on this adventure, you’ll certainly be able to help your family out.”

My eyes probably lit up, like what mom usually tells me when I get a ‘spark’ of hope. I wouldn’t know, but it felt just like one of those times when she would tell me ‘your eyes just sparked’. “Really…?” Maybe this strange little guy did know of a way. There was just something about how he talked. It was very… what’s that word… persuasive. “How?”

“You see, going on this particular adventure has the potential to earn you lots of money on the way. Imagine yourself coming home in two years, bringing a large sack of gold for your family. You can use it to get a bigger house, pay off debt and taxes. Or better yet, you can re-invest it in your business and use it to expand! More ingredients, hire workers, you can buy a cow for milk instead of sourcing it from elsewhere… you can even use it to start a farm and a windmill so you can make your own flour! Think of the possibilities!”

“Well… I…” Just like that, those red eyes had fished into my soul and caught something. In a single string of phrases, he had brushed up a painting in my mind of how things would look like after I came home from this adventure. My heartbeat grew stronger.

“Also, where you’re going, we’ll take very good care of you. We’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know about how to deal with adventures. We’ll give you all the equipment you need to go and see the world!”

It sounded so perfect. A perfect fairy tale. All I needed then was to meet a beautiful princess, who would in time become a handsome prince. And then I would live happily ever after. But there was one problem. I wasn’t some lost princess imprisoned in a tower far away. I knew who I was. I was Hilde Becker, a baker, just like what my name suggested. “Gee, that sounds really kind of you. But, why me?”

“Because you’re very special, Hilde. When you wake up, doesn’t the air have a particular scent? A scent of Rosenkreuz, even though you live by the sea, where the air is salty? When you play, don’t you feel like you can fly if you jump hard enough?”

If I could look into that clear running river water then, I would have seen my eyes the size of saucers. Those feelings were mine and mine alone. And yet, he knew. “… h… how do you know that…?”

Did your eyes reach that deeply into my soul? Is there anything that I can hide from you at all?

“I just know, Hilde. It’s what I’m good at. Which is why I know how special you are. You can be a great mage, Hilde. You just don’t realise it. So, what do you say? Let me take you by the hand. Let me show you the path to adventure. Let me help you prepare for it, so that you can help your family become more prosperous, that you can proudly say to your children, that you lived life to its fullest potential. This is a once in a lifetime chance, Hilde. Life only happens once. You don’t want to live in regret, do you? Sitting on a rocking chair in your twilight years, looking through your window and out at the glorious, mysterious, adventurous mountains outside? That’s not you. That’s not meant for you. That’s for someone else.”

“…”

I’m not really sure what you mean any more. I’ve never thought that far…

My head grew numb as it sank down to stare blankly at the ground. Maybe I was just trying to hide my soul from those eyes… those probing red eyes.

“Tick tock. The clock’s ticking, Hilde. I can’t wait forever. You can’t wait forever, either. Before you know it, I’ll be gone, and your life will spiral into an empty, monotonous grind when you live everyday regretting that you let this unique opportunity slip between your fingers. Tick tock. Your parents will see that you’ve become a poor, unhappy girl. That’ll also make them unhappy. Your sister will also become unhappy, because you don’t play with her anymore, because you don’t want to. And why is that? Because you had the chance, you had it, and you let it slip through your fingers, even when you knew, deep down in your heart, that you shouldn’t have.”

“I…” I couldn’t understand his words any more. They seemed so abstract, so above my mind. But something inside me was stirring. Was it those words, those words I couldn’t understand? Did they touch something that my mind could not fathom, but what my soul knew and echoed out loud? Or was it just the words that I did understand, and thus touched my soul, moreso than the words that flew past my head?

I could go on an adventure, be back in two years, and make my family proud of me! If they got angry at first, they would understand when the time came. Deep down in my heart, I knew and understood. It was what I wanted all along. And it only took a little white rabbit thing to make it clear to me!

“Take my hand, Hilde. Join me. Together, we’ll go through this great adventure called life. Come on. Don’t worry. I don’t bite.”

I nodded. There was conviction in that nod. And I took his… hand, or paw, or whatever exactly it was. “Alright. Let’s go.”

“I knew you’d make the right choice, Hilde. You’re a smart girl. I like that.”

“… Thanks.” We started down the road back to town. Something bothered me, though. It was a small thing, but even small things can bother you sometimes. ” By the way… what’s your name?”

“Luzi. Just call me Herr Luzi.”

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