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Musashi nervously fingered the hilt of his sword and watched the plains in front of him. Only few trees covered his view, but still he couldn't see Takehara anywhere. His opponent was late for the duel, very late indeed, and the young Samurai became more and more nervous. He was almost certain the duel was only a farce to hide a trap before him, but the codex didn't allow to decline an honor duel. It was cleverly set up by his opponent, he must have known Musashi wouldn't be able to hold back and insult him - what gave Takehara the right to challenge him. He didn't even try to cover his plans and all that Musashi could do was to prepare for all possibilities. He was sure Takehara was somewhere close, waiting for an opportunity to attack. Once again, he checked the plains, when he heard a loud buzzing behind him. The young warrior whirled around and drew his sword in a single, swift move. A green flash of light blinded him and he quickly covered his eyes. He dashed to the side, but didn't complete the motion, only able to stare at what suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"A GOAT??" he shouted out in surprise and the creature snapped around and narrowed it's eyes to slits.
"I'm a Faun, you dork!" it answered forcefully, but Musashi continued to stare. The... Faun stood on two goat-like legs covered with brown fur and had a thick, bushy tail. She - Musashi could tell from her voice - also wore a green top. A shock of red hair rested on her shoulders.
"A-A what?!" Musashi must have stared at her for seconds before he was able to say anything.
"A F-A-U-N!" she said as if he was deaf and Musashi nodded slowly, still not understanding anything she said.
"Where am I here, anyways? This is not Avalar, isn't it?" she said while looking around.
"Avalar...?" Musashi noticed his jaw was still open. He quickly closed it. "No, this is Nayan fields here." The faun cursed silently, uttering a "Then the portal didn't work correctly once again!" followed by another curse. Musashi decided to refrain from asking what she meant by 'portal' and stretched out his hand instead.
"I'm Musashi. Musashi Miyamoto."
She looked at the hand as if she'd consider whether she should accept it or not, but eventually, she shook it.
"Elora. Nice to meet you, but I guess I'll have to go as soon..." She didn't come any further, because that moment, Musashi felt a stitch in his neck. He reached back and pulled something out of it. Staring in disbelieve at the tiny little arrow, his vision blurred. He lost consciousness before he hit the floor.

He woke up in a dark room, but even the spare light in it still blinded him. He closed his eyes and opened them again carefully. He was sitting on a chair and in front of him, not far away, he saw Takehara.
"Finally awake?"
"What do you want?" Musashi asked with dizzily. The room was still moving, though it grew better. He noticed his hands weren't tied.
"Can't you imagine?" Takehara replied, leaning back on his chair. "It's about your father. He wants you come back."
"I'm a Samurai now, there's no way I'm leaving my clan."
"Take a look around. See what your understanding of honor brought you?"
Musashi wanted to answer, but a sound of glass breaking disrupted him. Takehara looked up. The noise repeated, followed by a loud crack of wood. Now Takehara stood up and signed Musashi to remain seated with a deriding grin while he walked to the door and left the room. Musashi tried to get up, but he fell back onto the chair, his legs still refusing to obey. He massaged them and after a few minutes, he tried to stand up again. Weak-kneed, he stumbled towards his sword leaning against the wall, having to support himself on the wall when he picked it up. He waited until the room stopped moving, squinnied his eyes and felt his way to the door. The next room must have been some kind of kitchen formerly, but now it was just a scenery of chaos. The table was broken, a senseless person lying on it, pots and shards of broken dishes were scattered all over the floor. In a corner, Musashi spied Takehara, and in front of him - Elora, standing violently before him.
"WHAT AM I??" She yelled at the man and he covered his face with his hands.
"Not a goat, please don't hit me again!"
"WHAT. AM. I?" Elora repeated thundering.
"A Faun!" Musashi replied in place of Takehara, grinning lopsidedly. Said Faun turned around.
"Oh there you are. I have already settled this." She turned to the poor remainings of Takehara. "It's Faun, and you better remember it well, or else...!" She shook her fist at him. He twitched again and suddenly Musashi was glad he didn't call her a goat another time. Elora let up on her victim and pulled out an odd-looking device.
"Oh, it seems like I have to go already. Too bad, I would have liked to hear more about Nayan fields, but maybe we'll meet again sometime, Musashi. Bye!" She waved, a flash of light blinded the Samurai for a second and she was gone as sudden as she had appeared. Musashi stared at the spot where she had stood only moments before and scratched his head. His sight fell on the battered Takehara to his feet. Musashi smirked.
"Not wanting a duel now?" The answer was a silent mumbling that he interpretated as "Go away!". His grin became wider, he grabbed his sword tighter and left the house. He hesitated and turned around at the entrance.
"A Faun, huh? I guess one never finishes his training."

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Musashi nervously fingered the hilt of his sword and watched the plains in front of him. Only few trees covered his view, but still he couldn't see Takehara anywhere. His opponent was late for the duel, very late indeed, and the young Samurai became more and more nervous. He was almost certain the duel was only a farce to hide a trap before him, but the codex didn't allow to decline an honor duel. It was cleverly set up by his opponent, he must have known Musashi wouldn't be able to hold back and insult him - what gave Takehara the right to challenge him. He didn't even try to cover his plans and all that Musashi could do was to prepare for all possibilities. He was sure Takehara was somewhere close, waiting for an opportunity to attack. Once again, he checked the plains, when he heard a loud buzzing behind him. The young warrior whirled around and drew his sword in a single, swift move. A green flash of light blinded him and he quickly covered his eyes. He dashed to the side, but didn't complete the motion, only able to stare at what suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"A GOAT??" he shouted out in surprise and the creature snapped around and narrowed it's eyes to slits.
"I'm a Faun, you dork!" it answered forcefully, but Musashi continued to stare. The... Faun stood on two goat-like legs covered with brown fur and had a thick, bushy tail. She - Musashi could tell from her voice - also wore a green top. A shock of red hair rested on her shoulders.
"A-A what?!" Musashi must have stared at her for seconds before he was able to say anything.
"A F-A-U-N!" she said as if he was deaf and Musashi nodded slowly, still not understanding anything she said.
"Where am I here, anyways? This is not Avalar, isn't it?" she said while looking around.
"Avalar...?" Musashi noticed his jaw was still open. He quickly closed it. "No, this is Nayan fields here." The faun cursed silently, uttering a "Then the portal didn't work correctly once again!" followed by another curse. Musashi decided to refrain from asking what she meant by 'portal' and stretched out his hand instead.
"I'm Musashi. Musashi Miyamoto."
She looked at the hand as if she'd consider whether she should accept it or not, but eventually, she shook it.
"Elora. Nice to meet you, but I guess I'll have to go as soon..." She didn't come any further, because that moment, Musashi felt a stitch in his neck. He reached back and pulled something out of it. Staring in disbelieve at the tiny little arrow, his vision blurred. He lost consciousness before he hit the floor.

He woke up in a dark room, but even the spare light in it still blinded him. He closed his eyes and opened them again carefully. He was sitting on a chair and in front of him, not far away, he saw Takehara.
"Finally awake?"
"What do you want?" Musashi asked with dizzily. The room was still moving, though it grew better. He noticed his hands weren't tied.
"Can't you imagine?" Takehara replied, leaning back on his chair. "It's about your father. He wants you come back."
"I'm a Samurai now, there's no way I'm leaving my clan."
"Take a look around. See what your understanding of honor brought you?"
Musashi wanted to answer, but a sound of glass breaking disrupted him. Takehara looked up. The noise repeated, followed by a loud crack of wood. Now Takehara stood up and signed Musashi to remain seated with a deriding grin while he walked to the door and left the room. Musashi tried to get up, but he fell back onto the chair, his legs still refusing to obey. He massaged them and after a few minutes, he tried to stand up again. Weak-kneed, he stumbled towards his sword leaning against the wall, having to support himself on the wall when he picked it up. He waited until the room stopped moving, squinnied his eyes and felt his way to the door. The next room must have been some kind of kitchen formerly, but now it was just a scenery of chaos. The table was broken, a senseless person lying on it, pots and shards of broken dishes were scattered all over the floor. In a corner, Musashi spied Takehara, and in front of him - Elora, standing violently before him.
"WHAT AM I??" She yelled at the man and he covered his face with his hands.
"Not a goat, please don't hit me again!"
"WHAT. AM. I?" Elora repeated thundering.
"A Faun!" Musashi replied in place of Takehara, grinning lopsidedly. Said Faun turned around.
"Oh there you are. I have already settled this." She turned to the poor remainings of Takehara. "It's Faun, and you better remember it well, or else...!" She shook her fist at him. He twitched again and suddenly Musashi was glad he didn't call her a goat another time. Elora let up on her victim and pulled out an odd-looking device.
"Oh, it seems like I have to go already. Too bad, I would have liked to hear more about Nayan fields, but maybe we'll meet again sometime, Musashi. Bye!" She waved, a flash of light blinded the Samurai for a second and she was gone as sudden as she had appeared. Musashi stared at the spot where she had stood only moments before and scratched his head. His sight fell on the battered Takehara to his feet. Musashi smirked.
"Not wanting a duel now?" The answer was a silent mumbling that he interpretated as "Go away!". His grin became wider, he grabbed his sword tighter and left the house. He hesitated and turned around at the entrance.
"A Faun, huh? I guess one never finishes his training."