Fractured God

"I'm Ready," Tibaut said while wearing nothing but his plain clothes.

"(I'd tell him to wear some armour but we don't have any spare) Alright go wait outside, since this is your first mission you'll be going with someone else."

Tibaut nodded his head and went outside.

He decided to wait under the shade of a tree until he saw his partner. After waiting for over an hour he saw a familiar-looking face approaching the mansion.

"Ezekiel?" He asked.

"Oh, hey kid, what are you doing out here?"

"Wait, are you my partner for the commission?"

Ezekiel briefly showed some confusion which then quickly turned to him in thought.

"Ah, I see." He responded as if he figured out the answer to an equation. He continued "I never knew a girl like her had the ability to toss her work on other people."

"Wait wha-, that bitch." Tibaut said feeling somewhat insulted. Before he could walk back to the mansion to complain to Elizabeth, Ezekiel grabbed his shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked Tibaut. Before Tibaut could answer his question. "She gave this job to you, didn't she? Plus I'm kinda curious about you myself, so let's get going." He said before leading the way.

"(My brother in Christ, if it didn't matter that she wasn't the one that went with you, why did you say anything about it)" He thought while he began to follow him.

What sort of commission were they about to embark on? Despite being saddled with someone else's work he was looking forward to it. Would he clear out a few goblins? Take out some kobolds? Do a little side quest that would somehow be related to some conspiracy in the kingdom which would lead to him saving a princess and becoming king in the end.

("Okay that last one would be a bit of a pain in the ass but ever since I've come here I don't think I've seen a single fantasy staple. From a slime to an oni I'd be cool with seeing anything as long as it isn't too difficult to take down.")

It was a large open field. With each gust of wind, the knee-high grass would sway in an almost hypnotic fashion. The two were sitting on the grass admiring the scenery of it.

"Man, this'd be a great place for a picnic," Tibaut said with an aura of forced calmness.

"I know right, I think I might even bring some of the little guildmates out here sometime," Ezekiel said while calmly admiring the scenery.

Tibaut hit his fist on the floor. "So why the hell are we out here then!?" With his face looking like it was about to burst a blood vessel.

"Like I said, we're being paid to protect the sheep."

Oh by the way I forgot to mention. There were a multitude of sheep on the field eating and shitting wherever they went.

"From what? We've been here for 3 hours and there hasn't been a single thing that's passed that looked like it wanted to eat these guys."

"Well that's a good thing, we won't have to work as hard," Ezekiel responded while comfortably laying on the grass.

"Don't give me that shit, we're adventurers, aren't we? Aren't we supposed to be hunting goblins in caves and exploring ruins?" He asked, sounding exasperated.

The man in the grass sighed. "First off, low goblins are practically extinct in this country and second off this parish or the area it's in more specifically has done nothing but farming for most of its history. The best you could hope for here is finding some underground farm or something. Honestly out of the places you could have chosen to be an adventurer in this place is probably the most uneventful. (Until recently anyway)"

"Is that so," he replied defeated "What about those culti-" Before he could finish he noticed something black out of the corner of his eye. He immediately sprinted towards it. "Holy shit finally, there's something to do." He thought while approaching the figure. It was a huge black wolf. It had to have been a dire wolf. He took a fighting stance in front of the beast. "Come at me, you overgrown mutt." He shouted.

The wolf calmly looked Tibaut in the face and slowly walked towards him. "What the hell is it doing? I don't think I've ever seen a hungry animal act like this before?" He thought before readying a fireball. The wolf looked undeterred and continued walking before he picked up something hidden in the grass. It was a large stick.

Tibaut was stunned by this. "Huh?" He said aloud. He didn't know what to think. Was it going to use the stick to attack him? While he was preoccupied with his thoughts, the wolf eventually reached him. All it did when it was in this range was gently tap him with the stick.

"What the hell is going on? Wait a minute, it couldn't possibly be?" And after that thought he did what he believed was the most logical step. Throw the stick. The wolf bolted after the stick with a frightening amount of energy.

Before the stick had even reached the floor the wolf had caught it. After playing with the wolf for a few minutes he decided to walk back to Ezekiel and his furry little companion decided to follow him as well.

The dog upon seeing Ezekiel laying on the floor decided to lay down on top of him. "Huh, holy shit, Lucky?" He said while enthusiastically rubbing the wolf. The wolf gave a single bark in response.

"You know this big guy?" Tibaut asked.

"Yeah, I do." The smile on his then turned into a more worried look.

"Man Elizabeth's gonna be pissed when she hears about this."

"Why exactly?"

"I told her that he died."