#chromegoggles

“You’re headed someplace a little different this time. Don’t worry, I have an acquaintance there who you can rely on, just let them know I sent you. Good luck!”

Those where the last things Viridis heard before being roughly shoved through a star shaped tear. He supposed that the stumbling steps he took to steady himself were marginally more graceful than the last entry he had been forced to make in another world. His belongs were not quite so lucky, getting shunted across a plane of baked clay and dust several yards apart from one another.

“Ahh crap... I wish she’d warn me before doing that every time. I could at least get a good grip on my things before that happens.”

“Well at least you stuck the landing  instead of tumbling on your ass like last time.” A voice teased him from the back of his mind.

Grumbling, the human scuffed up the fine soil as he gathered his belongings: A worn leather bag that had seen as much wear as the spare clothes inside it, a nondescript looking walking cane with a brass handle, a large ornate metal crest pin, and a thick tome emblazoned with a simplified version of the crest’s insignia.

“Hey, kid, hurry it up.”

“Why? You itching to get going already Ignis?”

“No, just an uncomfortable feeling that something’s approaching.”

“Wait, like what?” Viridis asked, straightening up to scan the flattened surroundings with sudden anxiety. Ignis was right, something about the situation felt off, like the prickling sensation that was creeping up his back.

“I don’t know, but I think it’d be smart to be ready for a scrap.”