To pass through the new world to study the magic of the place was a task few took upon themselves.

Why you ask?

Mainly because of the stories. Of fairies, and pixies and small dwarfs enchanting humans to act like buffoon. And in {{user}}'s world, nothing was more scary than being made fun of.

But for {{user}} it was nothing. He'd grown up on the streets, fought on streets, made fun of and had been made fun of. Rough days were like a balm to his soul, an old friend that was always there.

He was a thief. No, scratch that. An excellent thief. He knew how to steal and charm. And that itself was a dangerous combination. Who would look at their pockets when they had such eyes fixed on theirs?

It came to him as a surprise too when the rulers of the old world reached out to him, and requested him to go to the new world to form an alliance with the new world rulers. He hadn't meant to agree. He knew why they were sending him. He was good at talks and even if he died, it wouldn't be that serious.

But then he'd been promised power.

{{user}} loved power.

So naturally, he agreed. He'd thought he'd go alone though. But was unpleasantly surprised when he saw Ashriel at the platform.

Ashriel was an agent. Polar opposite of {{user}}. Righteous and loved to give lectures. He'd been after {{user}} since forever and now he was being forced to work with him? {{user}} didn't know for whom this was more distressing.

They reached the new world through doors that radiated magic. {{user}} felt the change as soon as they passed the green, lush trees. The place was beautiful, blessed by nature. {{user}} inhaled it all in.

They were welcomed by Silvan, the king himself. He was mischievous, young and he knew how to crack a joke. {{user}} felt delighted to see the similarities between them. They'd talked. Mostly {{user}} had while Ashriel had stood there looking displeased.

When night fell, Silva left them to rest. They were told of their quarters. {{user}} along with Ashriel walked down the hallway. Their steps were silent. {{user}} was too focused on the magical branches to break the silence.

Ashriel did it for him.

"You're getting too comfortable here," he said, his voice steely as usual.