How long had they been there? Thirty minutes? A few hours? A day?
Darius wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but at the same time, he realized that it didn’t exactly matter. The first few hours in this place of worship was spent in silence, as he devoured all the details of this place. It wasn’t Earth, at least not as he knew it, and his bare feet, despite the marble floor and the chill in the air, weren’t cold at all. His mind gave him an abundance of ways in which he could have gotten into this world, from a hallucination to hypnosis to vivid dreams to dimension-slipping to whatever else, but that also didn’t matter. The ‘how’ wasn’t anything worth thinking about. Nor was ‘why’. Or ‘where’. Or ‘who’.
The only question worth considering was ‘what’.
There were dragons. There were adventurers. There were fairy tale creatures. There was beauty that could not exist in modern society. There was a wholly incomprehensible world out there, and he had just spent three hours not even talking to the other two humans stuck in the same position as him. It was honestly sorta…
“Christ, am I fucking lobotomized?” Darius shook his head, clearing away all the unnecessary, pointless trash that had filled up in it. Standing up and clenching his fist, the brown-haired youth pounded his fist against the window of the church, not with the intention of breaking it, but for the sake of catching the attention of anyone walking outside.
Punctuated by each meaty thump, he replied, “Name. Is. Darius. Jacks. Stop. Thinking. So. Much. And. Do. Shit.”
Of course, by not thinking, he totally discarded the idea that, perhaps, the residents of this adventurous town could be xenophobic man-eating monsters, but hey, fear of failure was the worst!
