"How many days has it now been?" Sunny pondered, sitting under the tree overlooking the meadow.
Radiant colours danced in the sky. He had read about them in the real world– the world that this world he was now in seemed to insist was but a dream.
Auroras. By their appearance Sunny concluded that this place he was in was near either the north or south pole of this world.
The conclusion did not in any way change anything but he felt that it helped him understand the world more.
He leaned back against the tree, in the very same position he was in when he woke up a month before. He felt as though his being there made him closer to the other world.
At the distance, he noticed something. There were white stallions approaching, their riders holding up large banners and flags, as though announcing the arrival of someone important.
He scoffed. If they really were that important then their presence alone would announce them, not horses and banners.
Still, Sunny felt a certain curiosity and as they approached, he got to his feet, walking down the small hill the tree was atop and towards the gates where he stopped by Orion.
"Tired of sleeping all day flower girl?" Orion teased.
"Not a girl, and I don't sleep all day!"
Before Orion could speak back, the banner wielders had arrived.
Their horses were mounted with leather and chain armour, clarifying to anyone that they came across that they were rich.
"We come in representation of the S.A.G.S," the man in the leading horse– a great white steed with hair better kempt than Sunny's – spoke, raising his tone with a certain superiority that made him more recognisable than his face.
"Areste," Sunny grumbled to himself.
He still had that deep french accent. In this medieval like world, did the France even exist?
"So the banners say, do you have permit of entry?" Orion spoke out, standing his ground.
The two looked at each other as though locked in a standstill before Areste handed a rolled up scroll.
After reviewing it for a moment, Orion gestured for their entry.
Amongst them, Sunny saw another familiar face that made him utter her name, almost stepping in the way of the horses, "Moonlight?"
Orion held him back.
"The Supreme Alliance of the Govern Society. They're here to go into the smoking woods," Orion began, as if having read Sunny's mind, "those proud and pompous fools will get what's coming for them."
Immediately Orion went back to overlooking a now extremely uneventful entrance, Sunny hurried in.
He couldn't have been seeing things, he was certain he had seen Moonlight.
Much as he had seen many people that he knew here, Moonlight was the only one he saw that had been with him on that last moment. Maybe she knew what was going on.
He couldn't find them.
Much as he rushed around the town, guessing through turns, they were nowhere to be found.
Then again, he thought to himself, just what exactly would he say?
"Hey, I'm from another world and I was wondering if you were from the other world too."
It sounded like something a mad man would say to someone.
By the way they carried themselves with an air of superiority, Sunny felt that they would probably rally their horses to step on him or something of the sort.
"Who are we looking for?" A girl no older than Sunny by appearance leaned at him from the side.
"No one, Luce. I just thought I saw something."
"Okay," she paused for a moment before continuing, "did you see the new people with the banners?'
With a breath, he straightened up, taking a good look at her.
At that moment he realised just how much he missed her.
Even if he were in the other world he wouldn't be able to go back to the cathedral. If he did he would only put her at risk. And he couldn't go just so he could leave her again. Even if he wanted to, now he couldn't. He was in an entirely different world.
Without a thought behind his action, he pulled her into an embrace, a deep, warm hug.
He felt his eyes sting but he held himself back.
"What's this about?" She asked with a giggle.
"Just in a hugging mood is all," he laughed awkwardly as he pulled away before speaking once more, "it's getting late, I need to do something first."
Before she could speak, he left in a hurried pace.
The corner desk was rarely used. But then again, who's there to use it? Orion has his job guarding the entrance of the town and Sunny and Trinity oftentimes were in the meadow or at times helping around the town in case someone asked them to help carry wood or help unload things newly brought in by traders.
The town was just one big family, with everyone having something to do that benefited the other. In return, Sunny rarely found himself in a situation where he had to pay for anything.
It was a perfect barter system.
No one got rich from it, but then again, no one was oppressed or was suffering.
When the festivals came, however, with new faces all around, nothing was free. Money was god at those times. It was a law so final nobody dared oppose it.
Still, the town was always filled when the times for festivities came.
People came from as far as the Ashurn mountains of the far west and even the sand sea at the far east just to celebrate.
The festivities also helped Flowwood get countless customers for their brews, flowers and wood materials during these times.
Sunny had gotten quite accustomed to this world that it felt like the only real thing and the capitalistic world he remembered felt more like a bad dream he couldn't shake off.
The flame of the candle on the table danced freely. He didn't know just why he lit it, the awfully large golden moon standing amongst the dancing aurora shone a bright natural light right through the window that stood before him. Even if it didn't, he could still see in the darkness.
Still, the flame stayed lit.
He was about to attempt entering the spectator room before a cloaked figure suddenly landed before his window making him fall back.
He almost immediately got back up, holding one of Orion's knives.
The cloaked person removed her cloak, revealing who she was underneath.
"Moonlight?" He spoke, opening the window as he did.
"Come on," she grabbed him, pulling him through the window to the chilly breeze.
"Where have you been? Where's Luna? What are you doing here?"
He looked at her for a moment, as though having a tough time comprehending the fact that it was really her.
"I've been in this town for the month."
"What about the rest of the years?"
"Rest of the years? It's only been a month."
"What?" She stepped back, disbelief in her tone. "I've been here for five years. I...I even started an organization and called it SAGS to signal to you guys."
Five years. But they should have gotten here at the same time. He couldn't have just forgotten five years. He remembered very well waking under that tree a month ago.
But if they had both been placed in this world in different times, would it be possible that Luna had been placed in such a long ago time that she had died by now?
But when he was placed here he remembered well Luna was still speaking, so he was certain she was not placed here before him.
Maybe she wasn't even in the world yet.