"what's for breakfast today, bethel" a scrawny blond 16 year old boy was the speaker
"I know you'll both love it" a pale 18 year old with shoulder length black hair carried three cups over to the middle of their small shelter where two people were already sitting down on thin scraggly pillows, a third pillow was placed close by, so that they formed a triangle.
bethel sat down on the third pillow, he placed each cup in front of one person (it was in reality a Styrofoam cup that had chunks missing) inside the cups was a disgusting black sludge
"I call it, synthpaste soup"
"you mixed synthpaste with water", this was an observation from the third member of the shelter, a 17 year old girl with dark black hair and even darker eyes she was .
"how'd you figure it out? amanises" bethel asked
"it looks more slimy than usual" amanises answered
"what do you think, adam" the 16 year old had already "drank" the awful black liquid.
he responded after a second of thought "its disgusting" he crawled out of the tent they called a shelter and the stood up, "come on, that was the last of our food, we need to get more"
they both followed after him, catching up so that the three walked side by side with adam in the middle bethel on the right and amanises on the left
"I don't get how we could be so unlucky, we're the transmigrator trio, so why are we poor, why couldn't we have transmigrated as rich and powerful heirs of a clan" bethel grumbled "we should have had something at least"
"we do have something no-one else does though" adam responded
"what would that be"
"knowledge of the future"
"it doesn't matter what we know if we can't make use of such knowledge, we don't even know the year, not that it would be useful," amanises cut in.
"we know the forgotten shore arc hasn't happened yet" adam responded before yawning "we've never heard of the tragic heir of the immortal flame clan"
"I'm really tired I don't think any of us have slept in three days" the group paused for a moment
"how do we get food, should we steal it" amanises asked
adam shook his head "theirs a gang up ahead who are paying to see fights, I'll go up their, wait a minute and then bethel will follow and we'll stage a fight, free food, then amanises you go up their and fight someone else since we know you'll win" he yawned and then added "just don't kill anyone"
agreeing, they both waited before adam walked ahead, a minute later bethel yawned and then followed behind
"look, we've already found someone for you to fight" a large group of young adults surrounded adam and bethel, adam walked forward and bethel swung.
it was honestly impressive, how their fight which seemed so full of aggression hadn't injured either of them at all, when bethel "won" he was thrown a few tubes of synthpaste, bethel simply walked away, but adam angrily stomped off.
overall, he gave a convincing performance.
it was amanises turn now, both adam and bethel watched from a distance as she stalked over, like a hunter choosing its prey, they couldn't hear what was said, but they saw her speak with them, they surrounded her in a loose ring, because bethel and adam were watching from a greater height they could still see what was happening.
her opponent was one of the members of the gang
"why would she fight one of them" bethel asked subconsciously
" she'll get more food if she gains their respect" adam answered without much thought
her opponent was a small man, not much taller than her, when it came to reaching the opponent, she was at a small disadvantage
he sent his right fist flying forwards she dodged to the right and moved closer to him getting past his guard, she rotated her upper body counter clockwise and at the same time punched him right in the nose, a sickening crack echoed throughout the circle (making the gang members grimace), tears clouded his vision as blood seeped from his nose he moved his arms up to touch his nose, big mistake.
amanises lunged forward wrapping an arm around his throat with her free hand she grabbed his head and pulled him down to the ground.
5 tubes of synthpaste were thrown to the ground near her, she let go of the pitiful man and picked up the synthpaste, she yawned and walked off with half-closed eyes
the three met up near their tent, adam yawned
"we've been yawning an awful lot these days" bethel commented
"you're right, we have I think it started 4 days ago now" adam added on, with a weary drawl
all three of them visibly paled, the humour drained from their faces "we need to get to a police station, now"
all three of them ran as fast as their tired bodies could carry them, which wasn't that fast actually eventually they made it to the police station
"what is it" a police officer at the front desk asked
"as demanded by the third special directive we are here to surrender ourselves as carriers of the nightmare spell"
the police officer was clearly surprised, "when did you start showing symptoms."
"4 days ago" bethel responded
"shit, code black in the lobby, I REPEAT CODE BLACK"
the trio were taken to different rooms, they already knew everything that was going to happen and so they slept as soon as they entered the room
[Aspirant, welcome to the Nightmare Spell. Prepare for your first trial]