Fantastopia: The New Life (part 1)

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Someone more clumsy than me

Okay, now that that awkward moment was over, at least for now that is. I had to help Aria pick up the weapons and fix the stands, and I’m pretty sure I may have cut myself on the blades. It was fine though, the stands were pretty old and needed some fixing, but I really don’t think a hatchet in my weapon of choice.

We left the training arena after that and began down another hall until we entered some kind of dining hall. Once again, this was another part of the castle that looked really amazing. The room had two long dining tables with neat looking wooden chairs that had some leave designs. There was even a bigger chair at the very end which I presumed was for the king. But besides the cool designs this room had, what really caught my eye were the many portraits hanging on the walls of young men who I’m pretty sure were all the previous heroes.

“This is the Great Hall” Aria introduced, “This is where we have our meals and for all the warriors in training to dine in.”

“So, this castle is like an academy for warriors in training?” I questioned.

“Pretty much, we even have classrooms where they learn important subjects.”

“What do they learn besides how to slaughter people?”

“Well-” she snickered, “They basically learn all about Fantastopia, from the geography, etymology of spells, anatomy of the creatures here, the history of our land, and even certain languages like Latin.”

“Really huh?” I smiled amusedly, “Say, what other languages are spoken here?”

“Well, everyone here can speak multiple languages. The main languages in this world are English, French, German, Scandinavian, and some of the older ones still speak Old English and Latin.”

“Whoa,” I breathed astonished, “Old English and Latin?”

“Yeah,” she nodded with a small smile.

“That’s incredible.”

“I know, and that’s why we offer classes in certain languages like those two.”

“So, I’m guessing there’s no Elvish language?”

“Really?” she smirked.

I chuckled, come on, I had to ask that.

“Hey, I still think it’s pretty impressive that Tolkien created his own languages for his books” I commented, “I mean, I can’t even do that.”

“As much as I agree with you, there is no Elvish language, no matter how remarkable that would be.”

“In that case, do you speak any other languages?”

“Well, all elves like me actually know German. In fact, German was one of the most popular languages spoken back then. We may have evolved towards English, but we all gotta know our German.”

“Wow. You know I actually know some German as well.”

“Is that so?” she smirked.

I can tell she was going to say something to me in German, and I was ready for it.

“Welche anderen sprachen sprichst du?” (What other languages do you speak?)

“Ich kann Spanisch, Französisch, ein bisschen Japanisch, und im moment lerne ich noch Latein.” (I know Spanish, French, a bit of Japanese, and right now I’m still learning Latin)

“Beeindruckend” she grinned. (Impressive)

“Danke.” (Thanks)

“Wow,” she smiled amazedly “When did you learn these languages?”

“Well, I’ve always known Spanish from watching ‘Dora the Explorer’, who knew that kid could be a good teacher?”


Oh crap, did I really just say that? Dammit! I should have said ‘Go Deigo Go’ instead.

“Uh-” I began, “What I meant to say was, I’ve known Spanish since I was a kid, they taught it at my school.”

“Oh. But what’s ‘Dora the Explorer’?”

“Oh wait, you don’t know that show” I breathed in relief, “That’s a relief. But, never mind that.”


Jeez, why do I have to be like this?

“Um, so-” I changed the subject before things could get more awkward as I turned to the portraits “Are these the portraits of the previous heroes?”

“Yep, we have them all from the very first one”

She pointed to the wall behind me as I turned around to see something that amazed me. Right above the door was this huge portrait of the very first hero of Fantastopia. I gotta be honest, he kinda looked like Ryan Gosling, but man that armor he’s wearing looks epic. He stood in a sort of hero’s position, tall and firm and with a look that shows honor.

“The very first master of the ring,” Aria smiled at the portrait “Your ancestor, Phillip Golding.”

“Whoa,” I breathed, full of bewilderment “This is so cool.”

“It’s actually where we got the name of your ring. Most of us just call it ‘the ring’, but its given name is the Golding.”

“Golding huh?” I remarked while looking at the ring on my finger “Kinda ironic how the ring is silver instead of gold.”

“I know, I was thinking the same thing. But it doesn’t matter, it’s powerful and you should always keep it safe.”

“I will” I promised, “But speaking of the ring, what do you know about it?”

“Not much actually, all I know is that it senses when evil is back, and it never makes a mistake when it chooses its new master.”


#104 in Fantasy
#34 in Contemporary fiction
#13 in Humor

Story about: fantasy, comedy, elves

Edited: 20.08.2019

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