Snippet #2153375

Dellon fell to his knees and clutched his stomach. Even after more than one thousand years he still could not handle ley gate travel. He retched up his lunch and wiped his mouth, "Ugh, where the hell am I?" He scanned his surroundings. Alright, trees, so he was somewhere in the forest. He closed his eyes, utilizing his other senses to give him more information. He could smell the musky scent of decaying vegetation, he could recognize the distinct calls of the birds in the trees. He felt the cool wind coming from the northwest. He drew his Chronamora and set off to find his chosen.

Another reason he hated ley gate travel was its unpredictability, it always got you where you needed to go, assuming it wasn't tampered with, but there was no telling if you were on time or not. he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a timepiece, pure silver. He was in the right time period, so that was good. He had been living on Earth for the past thousand years when the Creator called the Guardians back to take on there ancient duty, and when his chosen was sent to Earth he was one of the few Guardians that decided to stay on Earth to physically protect his chosen. There were several times when his chosen, Maria Odess, would have died without his intervention. There were also many times when he wanted to reveal himself to her, but he could not. Not until his appointed day. He had actually been on his way to collect her when those idiots in Nevermore opened the portal prematurely. The mirror gate was long closed by the time he got there, forcing him to use a ley gate. He could handle mirror travel, but ley gates always made him vomit. He ran through the forest, holding his Chrona in its dagger form behind him. He could feel her getting closer, and he knew he was on the right track.

He eventually reached a small cottage, and he could sense Maria inside, "Finally." He saw a fire bloom inside and his anger heart skipped a beat, "Maria!" He saw an elf pop his head outside, and sensed the corruption inside him. He transformed the Chronamora into a bastard sword and held it in a two handed grip, charging into the house and knocking down the elf, holding the point at its throat, "What the hell is going on here!?" He immediately flared his aura, forming plate armor around his body. He then took in the scene around him, this was no ruined building, this was a well maintained home. The elf was corrupted, but was not repelled by the Chronamora, which must have meant that he was able to fight it, and Maria was clearly in one piece, and certainly no worse for wear, "Wait, what? What the hell is going on here?"