Keunto

Afena waited patiently for the ubtir to stumble upon a language she spoke to greet it in return. She thought it curious it was the previous version of her language. Its precision and grammar made it more complex and complicated to speak, but she was fond of its exactness. Although not as exact as the first language, it was a nice middle-ground between that, and her current temporal idiom.

"Tell me a story," demanded the ubtir.

"I'd actually like to," said Afena more to herself than to the ubtir. She kept on playing with her cards, paying no attention to the creature that insinuated itself into her solitude. "Long ago, there was an order of great warriors that was destroyed, but thanks to their sacrifice, one of them survived--"

"One that could keep on watching over the staff with which the king trapped and sealed the lord of demons," said the ubtir. "Yes, I know this one."