Adventures in Lunightia Singleplayer
One little dragon, one big chattery horde of spirits, and a whole new world to explore! What could possibly go wrong?
I write this during class so I always think it's longer than it is because when I write it it's MLA formated with page breaks, remind me to couple up the chapters sometime so that they're back to their original size based on word count instead of page numbers
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Author's Notes
This chapter is incomplete and only here to serve as a reminder to myself to replace it once the draft has been completed! you can read it if you want but it ends on a pretty silly cliffhanger for now lol
Chapter 7
Faith tired of digging eventually. She would come back and bring the quarry down to bedrock at some point, but she had gotten enough diamonds from it to make herself a pickaxe, so she was content to be done with it for now. Chat was getting restless as well. When she glanced up the at sky to check the time, she gave a grimace- She’d mined at least through the night and into the dark hours of the morning. Maybe more than once, if she was generous with her guessing. No phantoms had come down from the sky to nip at her yet, though, so she definitely hadn’t worked through three nights in a row.
She realized as she was climbing the stairs back to the surface that she was lucky she’d stopped before that had happened- Lexi would probably be upset if she had brought phantoms down on herself so close to the village. Her train of thought was interrupted as she pulled herself up to the surface and turned towards home.
The sunrise stole her breath away as it rose over her quaint dwelling. She glanced to her left to see the village painted in soft yellows and pinks from the sun’s first morning rays. It was mostly still, but she spotted lights on and people moving in one or two windows. She looked back and saw how her house looked like it was on fire from the golden lighting combined with its already-warm color scheme.
A question suddenly came from a pink axoltol spirit hovering near her right hand. Did you know that would happen when you built it? The asker was staring up at her with the same inquisitive gaze that the rest of Chat had taken on when they heard the question, dozens of glowing eyes turned to her inquiringly.
“No,” Faith mumbled, then sighed. The spell cast by the morning silence was broken. “That’s better than