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84 Oasis

But such was the farming life, and to Li, the dirt was proof that he was living. 

The demon hound lay between them, his s.h.a.ggy black chest heaving up and down. Beside Zagan, the Myrmeke's antennae raised above the ground, enjoying everyone's company. The wyrm, however, stood a few meters away, anxiously pacing about.

"A good beer is a mighty fine tool to slake a thirst borne from a day's honest work," said Old Thane as he took a sip, a little moustache of foam bubbling above his cracked lips.

"Sad thing is the keg you is all out after taking a beating from triple threat showing up and the fact that you seem to be drinking a lot more these days." Li rolled his shoulders, more out of habit than need because his muscles never really ached in his new body. "I'll have to make a trip to the marketplace and get another one. Or have my a.s.sistant do it."

"She works mighty hard," said Old Thane. "Even now, she dutifully runs that stand in your absence. And yet we've seen so little of her. We should let her know that her job is not a thankless one."

"I thank her enough. I know it doesn't sound like much, but to her, it does mean a lot." Li nodded. "She wouldn't like big celebrations, either. It's not in her character."

Especially not with mortals. To Li, it seemed like she was just waiting for him to a.s.sume his role as a guardian and did not particularly wish to involve herself with any of his mortal connections. But still, he would ask her if she wanted to be more involved with the farm and its people later during their training – the first session of which was scheduled for the evening which drew nearer and nearer as the sun's rays became less golden and more orange. 

"And you, why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Li turned back to the wyrm, waving at it to come closer. The creature trembled, wanting to go to Li, but her legs were firmly rooted into the gra.s.s, preventing her from getting closer. Her eyes s.h.i.+fted from Li to Zagan.

"The runt knows its place," said Zagan even while he laid down in a perfect image of sunbaked laziness. "Demons are apex predators, so far above lowly mortal ilk that the only worthy prey we hunt is other demons. Dragonkin may play at the hunt, of consuming and evolving, but their primal instincts know that they will always be inferior to us."

"So you're scared of him," said Li. He reached out and put a comforting hand on the wyrm's head. In that moment, he could feel a spark tingle across his skin, transferring from the wyrm's head to his hand. He could distinctly feel how much the wyrm relied on him, how she saw him as her anything and everything, her protector and guardian. 

It was pure faith. 

Li's next words were not thought out. They seemed to flow from him like water. "Do not worry, child. So long as you place your faith in me, you will always have the strength to face this world."

The wyrm may not have understood the meaning of Li's words, but she could feel them, know that they spoke of safety and warmth and security, and fought off its survival instincts to near Li and nuzzle up next to him. 

"It seems the runt has potential," commented Zagan. One of his red eyes were open, glancing lazily at the wyrm. "To overcome the fear of death at this young an age is an impressive feat." The demon closed his eye and sighed. "Or perhaps it is my presence that has dulled such that it no longer cows even an infant."

"Not so," said Old Thane. "When you speak, demon, your words are like blades. They speak of danger. Of a promised death cold and swift. I have fought many of your kind, but even now, I know that your presence stands out among all others."

"Because you only faced down the rabble, mortal. But it is good that you acknowledge the greatness of my personage." Zagan let out a contented sigh. 

Li looked over at Zagan and Old Thane talking so casually. There was a great difference between them, of course, one created from so many differences that it would be hard to list them, and yet they managed to talk together, even find solace with each other, through these differences. This would have never happened had Li not united them under the banner of the farm.

The ground around Li s.h.i.+fted a little as the Myrmeke's antennae s.h.i.+fted forwards, twitching for Li to pet it as it sensed that he was doing so with the wyrm. Li obliged. He could feel the wyrm curled up in a ball, its head draped across his knee, and he welcomed the wyrm into the farm and its strange family with a few pets. 

Li nodded to himself as he looked around the farm, at the fields that had been freshly plowed and planted through. The cottage that stood as humble and firm as ever, excepting the new hole in its side. The stall that breathed out faint green wisps of smoke from its chimney as Iona worked, using experience gained from decades of learning and suffering and teaching. 

Then he looked at Old Thane, an old man that had lost everything, only waiting for death on a farm haunted by memories of the past. At Zagan, a former demon general who in his quest to either become or serve the strongest, had ended up spending idle days sleeping in the sun. He watched as they talked of a past unrelated to the farm, almost a world away, when war and terror and chaos reigned supreme.

As Li pet the wyrm – the last of her kind and the future hope of an entire tribe -, she rumbled out her version of a purr, her eyes closing in contentment. The Myrmeke echoed its satisfaction from underground, letting the ground above not shake, but hum ever so slightly. 

The farm had brought together creatures and beings from all walks of life. From pasts filled with the tumult of a cruel world. It almost seemed like an oasis amidst the workings of the vicious world surrounding it, and Li knew then that was where he wanted his farm to go, where it had been developing towards this whole time without him ever realizing. 

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When the sun started to set, Li got up from the fields, having gotten his fill of war stories from Zagan and Old Thane. Zagan spoke of the day he tore out the throat of a great mountain dragon, and the wyrm, not understanding his words, slept peacefully by Li's side. Meanwhile, Old Thane had admired and complemented the demon's tenacity and willpower in battling through countless injuries to claim that victory. 

"Going somewhere, lad?" said Old Thane.

"Yeah, I'm going to be getting a progress check on the stall. Also, I'm going to have Iona train me on some magic, so I might be back late."

"The la.s.s knows magic? She must be some terrifyingly powerful mage to teach you."

"Not really." Li shrugged. "She just has more expertise in a specific field than I do. In any case, can you hold down the fort while I'm out, old man?"

Zagan sat on his haunches. "You will find no intrusion upon this territory so long as I and the mortal are here."

"Good to hear." Li knelt down and roused the sleeping wyrm to sleep. Young as she was, it seemed she went into deep sleeps, particularly when she slept near Li's presence. "Come on, get up. It's time for you to train to. You're going hunting in the woods."

The wyrm perked up, understanding Li. Li noted that the wyrm might not understand the words of others, but it could perceive Li's words despite lacking the ability to truly comprehend language. She arched her back as she bowed into a stretch before baring her fangs playfully, her eyes lighting up with excitement. 

Li made his way down to the stall, the wyrm in tow, only to find it occupied. There were a party of adventurers crowding the stall's front, and though their backs were turned to him, he could make out the tall and blonde man talking to Iona as Launcelot. The rest of his three party members were behind him.

The way Launcelot carried himself, tall and confident with a projecting voice befitting of n.o.bility made him dwarf the rest of his quiet party not only through physical stature but also through sheer presence.

As Li neared, he could make out what Launcelot was saying.

"So, good miss, I've a new s.h.i.+eld, but it certainly is far below the grade of my precious Silver Stronghold of yore. I should say I will need several healing elixirs for myself and my party, though mostly myself."

"Then get a new one," said Iona matter of factly.

��Ever logical, I see." Launcelot's hands were in front of him, likely showing off his new s.h.i.+eld. "But I shall stick with this until it fails me."

"That is foolishness. It will only endanger you further, but then again, that will lead you to buy more from us. Now, what did you want?"

Li got near enough now that his footsteps were audible. Launcelot turned around, his face brightening when he saw Li. 

"Good sir! I was just chatting your excellent a.s.sistant here. Her insights are sharp and helpful to be sure. How be yourself on this wondrous day?" 

When the s.h.i.+eldbearing knight turned around, Li stopped in his tracks. Held in his hands was a very familiar rusted bronze s.h.i.+eld, chipped and cracked all over.