Bounty Hunter Bash Sleep Lock Final Part
The Time Lost
Bash woke up. She noticed that they were surrounded by overgrowth. She could feel that her clothes were all tighter. She felt the clothes around her chest were even tighter. She slowly pushed her body up and snapped several vines as she pushed the growth off her. She felt exhausted.
Then she looked to the left and the right. She saw the others woke up. They looked at her and the one thing that she noticed was that Strena’s clothes were far too small for her too. She noticed the small curve at the chest. She noticed that Chashathrophogh and Zaryb were the same. Even though she and Strena showed signs of aging, they did not.
The first thing that she did was sense where the location of Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh was and he had not moved at all.
“How long have we been asleep?” She asked.
“Judging by your clothes and how much you have aged, I would say a year at least.”
Then Zaryb looked at Strena with a shocked and pale face.
“What?” Both girls asked.
“That means that I missed my thirteenth birthday!”
“I missed my sixteenth.”
“Ahhh! Sweet sixteen!”
“Cerpheres, no!”
“Zarry, what’s wrong?”
“She’s a teenager now.” He put a hand over his eyes. “Oh Lok! She’s an actual teenager now!”
“What does that mean?” Strena asked.
Cerpheres opened his mouth.
“No.”
Bash let out a huff and grabbed Strena’s hand.
“Cone with me.” Bash said as they walked off to a private area.
As they had their chat, the men took out the food to spot that it had all gone off and the rest was all eaten up.
“I’ll go and get some food.” He said as he dived up and spotted a wild chicken and dived at it. The next moment it was dead before it could feel what hit it. Then some fruit and wild vegetables. Then he returned, skinned the chicken and soon cooked a stew.
Soon Bash and a pale but scarlet Strena returned and served the portions and they ate.
“How come you didn’t age?”
“The spell prevents post puberty bodies from aging.”
“Oh.”
Soon after they finished the fruit they travelled on.
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