[b]Milo Thomas[/b]

Milo was lost.  This fact was as plain as the nose on the young boy's face.  No matter what direction he looked, everything that he could see looked exactly the same.  It didn't help that he was only four feet tall, and that if he would actually stand up straight.  His poor posture took his actual height down a few inches, and this short stature meant that he couldn't see very far in any direction.  He looked around, seeing nothing but the same field that he had been in since waking up in this strange world.  None of the soldiers or other strangers were anywhere to be seen, and Milo guessed he had probably been forgotten.  The other strangers had fought against the kobolds.  Milo had run away.  It was all he knew how to do.  He couldn't fight, and so he ran.  That had always been his life.  But now, he was hopelessly lost in some strange world with no idea what to do or where to go.  Perhaps it had been foolish to run like he had when those kobolds broke through the lines and came after him, but it was either that or try to fight them and likely get killed in the process.  His self-preservation instincts were still very much intact, and thus he had chosen the option that offered, in his estimation, the greater chance of survival, however temporary.  Unfortunately, this option had now left him lost and forgotten, and so he was likely to die anyway, just slightly later than he would have if it had been at the paws of the kobolds.  Once again, he wondered why he had been brought to this world if only to die a second time.

As Milo pondered these thoughts, he saw a figure fly up into the air.  It looked like a human, but Milo had never known a human that had the ability to fly.  Maybe things were different in this world?  Maybe he could jump into the air and fly?  He really didn't want to test that in case he couldn't fly and merely ended up crashing and hurting himself.  And anyway, the flying person may not have actually been flying - Milo had only caught a quick glimpse of the figure before it fell back below the horizon, after all.  Then the ground shook slightly, and Milo looked around to see what new terror was approaching.  At first, he could see nothing, and then he saw one of the strangers from earlier rush to him.  This was the same one that had promised to protect him.  She had also promised to find him again just before she left to fight the Kobold Lord.  Judging by how relieved she looked to have found him, that was the very reason she was coming this way.  The woman asked Milo if he was hurt, then looked him over for injuries herself before he even had a chance to say that he was fine, aside from being hungry.  She had then proceeded to apologize to Milo for leaving him behind, even though Milo had really been the one to leave her and the others behind when he ran from the kobolds; swore to protect Milo, which she really didn't need to do; and asked him to come back to camp with her.  Milo took the hand she offered as she asked for his name.  "M'name's Milo, Princess ma'am," he answered as they began walking back towards the site of the battle against the kobolds.  It seemed all danger had passed from the area for the time being, for which Milo was grateful as he really didn't want to run into any more kobolds or whatever else was around in this field that might want to kill him.

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