Planning

Thank you for your patience, Alex.

Misha frantically crammed clothes into a bag, along with various other supplies. Flashlights and other new world tech would explode, but there were a few things that would help.

"Misha."

He didn't react.

"Misha!"

Still nothing.

"MISHA!"

He finally looked up, he looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"WHAT?!"

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Well, my psychotic sister has kidnapped Stephanie to get me to go back to Thesa, probably to publicly execute me so she can be the heir."

"What?! You're an heir?"

Misha sighed.

"If we're going to have this conversation, can you help me pack? I need survival supplies."

"I think you mean we, cause I'll be damned if I'm staying here while you go on some rescue mission! She's my sponsor, too!"

"Sally, my people are dangerous. My sister is likely the most dangerous of them all. I don't want to lose you."

"Well, too fuckin bad. I'm coming with, whether you like it or not."

"Damn it."

Misha didn't bother arguing. When Sally made up her mind about something, there's little that can make her waver.

"Yes, I am an heir. My mother is the queen of Thesa. Until my birth, Vanala was set to follow her. Then I was born, and a prophecy says that a time mage would become king. And my people put way too much faith in these prophecies. So she wants to kill me publicly to prove that she deserves the throne."

"Wow, that's a lot. Does this mean I can call you Prince Misha?"

"I will stab you."

"Chill out, your highness. Anyway, why wasn't she wearing pants? Like, psycho killers are one thing, but psycho killers flashing their pussy is a whole different matter."

"It's just a thing, I don't know. You might wanna get used to it, only thal children cover themselves."

***

"Are you ready?"

"Yep."

"Listen, we'll go through the rift into the dwarven kingdom, but I don't know where. Just be ready. And, please, let me do the talking."

"That's cool, I can handle dwarves."

"Let's hope so."

Misha grabbed the rift stone, his fingers rubbing the carver letter. He whispered "Malaso", and the word on the stone changed to match.

The stone began to glow, and Misha tossed it into the air in front of them. The rift opened, and hot air rushed towards them.

With a look and a nod, Sally and Misha stepped into the dwarven kingdom.

The next part of this chapter has so kindly been written by JPyric, so go check it out there.

https://chyoa.com/chapter/A-rift-between%28Unir-POV%29.1009507