Same place, same pain.

The pain, the pain was so...No no no. Dalia, I've already written this.

"When? I dont remember telling a similar phrase! ... wait, I think now that I think I remember... well, how do you start? They just smashed my mother's head!"

Listen, Dalia. I dont want to tell you anything because you're a novice, but when you're transcribing something, you can repeat phrases or expressions like your personal quality seal.

But this? You cant repeat a whole paragraph, it is against the-

"I know I know! and if I start from another perspective, will that fix it?"

You can... there's only one way to find out, but today it's too late. All yours, I'm going home for today.

...

This works? Perfect! Dalia is in charge now! Let me search in my agenda ... calling, piip piip piip... come on old dragon! Take the C.com- Jolbirth! Hello! Do you remember that you are my godfather? for now and until the boss returns, you are my partner!

"But who do you think I am?! I already collaborate! I'm the great Jolbirth, I do not have time for these minutiae-"

Now... focus and let's go to work!

Autumngate, Shattercross barracks:

11:00 in the morning, same day.

Alanis leaned against the wall of the main building of the barracks. The iloa of the meadows had obvious doubts about being in her normal size, noticing the accusatory looks, of contempt and distrust.

It was a strange thing like, after half an hour working together and patrolling, as soon as Alanis regained its natural size, all her fellow officers went from treating her well and kindly to looking at her accusing her. Of what?! This was her original size, with which she was born! The other size was only Fee's powers devouring the G-drive of the Iloa's body...

"Are you going to get depressed?" Fee stopped eating her appetizers as soon as she saw that Alanis buried her head between her legs. "You know that although Hannah and that friend of hers are of prairie size, you dont have to be in that size, do you?"

"It would be so discourteous! Hannah knows that this is my original size, and said that I was much prettier than in reduced size..."

"Hannah has a girlfriend, do you remember? You dont have to prove or look like anything!" Fee turned her head, leaving the cleavage of the Iloa while Alanis began to water. "Oh come on, you have me! I know you want her to be your friend, but you dont need to hurt yourself like that for a friend!"

"You dont understand Fee... this seal on my hand... for him I can understand Hannah's fear... the fear of all humans... have to start from 0 on a new planet, one with its own inhabitants... everything they've known so far... all their history... all their achievements ... they'll die with the Earth... I want to be someone Hannah can stand on! Someone is by her side... when the Scarlet Gate close and the earth disappears... "

Alanis was surprised not to hear any scathing retort from Fee, and when the Iloa raised her head, she saw how Fee was with her mouth open looking at her. "Jooo... babe... said that way... humans must be suffering a lot"

"True, but if we could... ask your family to organize the twilight fairies to devour their fears? That would free them from the pain they pretend they dont have!"

"Stop stop stop! Ala, you know perfectly well that twilight fairies can only devour drive! Let's not start with crazy ideas!" Alanis supiror, deleting another of her ideas from the list. And with this, it was the fifteenth that she had to reject.

Hannah's screaming voice caught the attention of Iloa and Hada, who rose to receive both Hannah and her friend."Girls, it's a good thing you were out here, I didnt know where to look if you werent here! This is Victoria, my friend and the other Dirty lover, from whom I spoke!"

Alanis nodded as she offered her hand to Victoria, both girls offering words of courtesy before 4 o'clock came to join Amra and Farael.

But they arent the ones that interest us. To narrate the events of that day, we now have to make two small jumps in time.

Command Center of Bahia 2.0: 13:30 at noon.

"And that's the situation... there are thousands and thousands of tons of garbage, corpses and animals to be removed before we can start with the construction of Bahia." Vagrand finished explaining to Calia, Maria and Eleanor the situation, while Ritchey and Veronica talked among themselves at the entrance.

The command center was a "small" prefrabricated room, with a removable roof to allow Calia to attend meetings without having to lie on the floor to look out the windows. (Actually, Maria and Eleanor had to crawl to get in and out of the center, but at least the door was wide enough to avoid any problems)

"Tylsys has cheated us! That's what she's done! She said this was an ideal place to start building!" Eleanor hit the table with her fist, causing the whole center to tremble.

"Eleanor! This is prefabricated! If you hit very hard, the place comes down! But in the other I agree ... this isnt to start building, now or in two months" Maria sighed, revising her phone again. There being no communication satellites in Novaterrae, so the only method available to them was the crystal communicators, which Galle had so kindly given them.

No communication satellites meant no internet, and without being able to know how her family was, she was destroying Maria completely.

"Can we... ask Jolbirth to burn the remains with his profaned flame, and then collect the ashes?" Jolbirth's flame is able to melt even the stone" Calia suggested, but judging by the reaction of everyone, the Giantess realized that she did not contribute much. (Calia was beginning to think that she was here only by name, because every idea she had was rejected as active or passive)

The other three leaders remained silent, creating such an uncomfortable silence that even Ritchey and Veronica stopped talking.

"That's an authentic genius, Calia," Vagrand said.

"I'm finally going to take advantage of Jolbirth!" Eleanor added.

"As you can tell you're a Dirty Lover, you always know all the answers!" Maria finished highlighting, cheering the day to Calia while turning on the communicator. "Kenny, we need a favor, can you bring us to Jolbirth, no, I'm not serious, you just send him here! He can fly!"

"Any problem?" Vagrand asked, while with his communicator he was trying to get in touch with Flynn. Maria refused, as she crawled to leave the center to talk quietly. "Flynn, come here you and Elsa, we're going to burn the whole place so we can start building- What's? Elsa kidnapped? And why dont you do anything?!

Because is very funny? Look Flynn, I dont understand your sense of humor, come with Elsa here, as soon as Jolbirth arrives we burn the place to the ashes-"

Flynn hung up the call before Vagrand could say anything. Vagrand raised his head to look at Calia, who could not stop asking for forgiveness with her eyes.

Mysterious house

The pain, this is the fourth or fifth time Elsa felt a similar pain again... but even so, the blonde did not get used to it. And this time it was much worse, because it was supposed that Elsa was...

The term "ascension" was badly used, because although Flynn said that they ascended to the maximum exponent of the common human, the truth is that after much reflection Elsa came to the conclusion that it wasnt an ascension, but an adaptation of the characteristics of a giantess in their human bodies.

There is no better time to become philosophical than when you have been hit with a guitar on the back of your neck and left unconscious!

Elsa opened her eyes little by little, pretending to be stunned so as not to make her captor nervous. The ropes that bound Elsa's hands and feet were not too tight, but with the new strength gained by Elsa no matter how tight they were, it would not be a problem to destroy them.

The captor was leaning against the back of a half-destroyed bed, in addition to an old one. (Elsa could perfectly smell the humidity of the mattress, and almost hear how the mites had a party in it)

"You're awake now, arent you?" The captor got up from the bed, grabbing the guitar that rested against an old night table and brandishing it like a baseball bat towards Elsa. "Who, or what are you?"

"Elsa, Elsa Roy, I am human, and the city architect who stood on this dump" Elsa knew perfectly well that Flynn was waiting on the roof, ready to enter at any moment. For that reason the blonde decided to play an aggressive pelin with her answers.

"City? Dump? You cant build a city where you want. This place belongs to me"  The young Iloa (of the forest, Elsa deduced, although her skin was darker than that of Tylsys, Alanis or Amra) kept the guitar towards Elsa, approaching it and placing the body of it against the neck of the blonde.

Her threat was obvious, but Elsa didnt intend to give him control of the total situation. "Because of your appearance, you must be under 20.

And considering how is this place, you've escaped from home and you live here, am I wrong?"

"I dont have a house, my father and I lived where the wind took us. I found this place abandoned, and after cleaning the most decent house I found, I installed it here.

Which means that this place is mine, and you can not build a city"

Elsa sighed, while the young Iloa maintained her posture. "From the way you said it, I deduce that your father has passed away, I feel your pain, but it isnt healthy for a young woman like you to live surrounded by waste and carcasses of animals, not counting the beasts that we have encountered while we were checking the conditions of the place"

"Thank you for the condolences, but I dont need it. My father lived a happy and full life, taking me to his side and smiling to the end, so his death only means that he now takes care of me from the Deep Lands" Elsa narrowed her eyes. eyes, confused in the first instance. Deep Lands had to be the equivalent of the human "hell".

"Even so, humans must now live on this planet, and I have to start building a city for us to live... understand me, we need this place clear, are you the only one who lives here?"

The young woman nodded, pointing with her free hand at the furniture in the room. "I have looked at all the ruins of Old Faydenn, and these are the best pieces of furniture that I have managed to find... If there was someone around here, he or she would have fallen into my traps"

Elsa sighed, breaking the ropes and getting up from the chair. The young woman tried to hit him in the neck, but Elsa stopped the guitar with one hand.

"Listen to me, please. Even if you are a nomad, and you dont have a place you can call home, living in a garbage dump isnt the answer.

I can turn these ruins into a place where people can smile again, it's no better than letting this place slowly fall to pieces?"

The young girl tried to regain control of the guitar, but Elsa's grip was too fierce. Even though she was an Iloa, she seemed somewhat smaller than the average, Elsa almost getting a head taller than the girl. (Elsa had reached that same morning six feet five inches tall)

"You look like a smart girl, and you sure are if you survive in this dump, so what do you think... if we make a deal?"

The girl seemed to give a little, recovering the guitar as soon as Elsa released her. "A deal? you dont know who I am, so why do you offer me such a thing?"
But Elsa did know that. She knew everything about Nu'ma.

Nu'ma, from the tribe of the forests, 18 years of age. Raised by her father without ever getting to know anything about her mother (without either caring, because his father was the one who had given everything).

Nu'ma lived next to her father on the roads, working with him as couriers for the different commercial caravans.

Never too long in the same place, Nu'ma learned from a young age to fend for herself, to fight skillfully with whatever she had at hand and to always do her duty. Nu'ma's father, Carccits, did not talk much about his mother, but he did teach his daughter the beauty of the music, and to listen the song that sounded in everyone.

But Nu'ma was too young to understand all those things, and when Carccits's life came to an end, the young woman buried her father, only taking his guitar with her and making her way, after weeks, she find the ruins that he used as a home. during the next 3 years.

Young, rebellious, brave, cautious and proud are the best qualifiers that one could use to describe her.

As much as Elsa hated not being able to let people talk normally... this time being able to "read" Nu'ma's mind had been extremely effective.

"Nu'ma, I know you've lived aimlessly, but I see your potential, and I want to take you under my wing"

"How do you know my name?..." Nu'ma withdrew the guitar, feeling somewhat less in danger. But even so, she kept her tight, because it was better to be safe than sorry.

"As I told you, I know everything about you, everything you know at least. What do you say, do you want to work for me? I need someone from this world who knows  about the commercial caravans, the roads and the business world... and you have, for now, two of the three issues" Elsa approached her, grabbing her shoulder to reassure her.

Nu'ma tried to get away, looking Elsa straight in the eyes. "Your eyes, all the "humans" are the same?"

"Eh? I doubt it, there are many variations of iris color, and other genetic factors. Why do you ask?"

"Your eyes are tired of looking at me, as if you felt guilty about something" Elsa laughed, confusing the Iloa even more.

"You could say that... I'm tired of having too much information... but that's the thing I must learn to control. Nu'ma, I want your answer now, do you want to work for me? I can offer you a fixed home, and a salary so that your life goes correctly"

Nu'ma meditated a few seconds, giving Elsa an answer before even saying anything. "It's okay... but I reserve the opportunity to throw myself back at any moment, I just met you, and for now all I know about you is that you enter other people's houses without permission"

Elsa laughed again, while the blonde listened as Flynn jumped from the roof before the loss of tension. "That's fair, no doubt about it." Elsa offered her hand to Nu'ma, hoping she would not take it as badly as Kenny with Farael and Amra.

Nu'ma stepped completely from Elsa, turning around to pick up her things.

In part, Elsa deserved to be an imbecile and "read" the mind of the girl, she thought between smiles.