-{Few Days Ago}-

  “Yes,” was the last thing Noah said before the chat interface with Nova flickered and disappeared, replaced by a sudden notification in his system. The faint chime of an alert echoed in his ears as the details filled his vision, sharp and bold against the dim light of his workspace.

  Noah blinked, tilting his head in surprise. “Huh. I thought she was going to appear here,” he muttered, scratching the back of his head. His initial urgency faded, replaced by a mix of curiosity and relief. Two days felt like a luxury compared to the whirlwind pace his life had taken lately.

  “Well, that gives me time to get the guest room ready... and maybe finish some more map quests,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of optimism as he stood from his chair.

  His gaze drifted toward the cluttered guest room, its door ajar. Inside, old furniture lay haphazardly arranged, covered in a thin layer of dust that caught the afternoon light streaming through the window. A few cardboard boxes, remnants of projects he had never finished, were stacked against one wall, their contents spilling out in a chaotic mess of cables, papers, and unidentifiable gadgets.

  Noah sighed. “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me,” he said with a wry smile. He grabbed a nearby rag and a spray bottle of cleaner, mentally listing what needed to be done. “Dusting, clearing out junk, maybe adding a bit of a personal touch—plants? Oh, definitely plants.”

  As Noah began tackling the chaos, he paused by the first box, curiosity momentarily halting his progress. Each container felt like a time capsule, holding forgotten fragments of his life. One was filled with outdated tools and half-assembled gadgets he couldn’t remember why he had started. Another held random knickknacks—an old game console, a broken lamp, and a faded poster of a movie he hadn’t thought about in years.

  “This can go,” Noah muttered, setting the items aside for disposal. “And this... definitely don’t need that anymore.” Slowly but steadily, he sorted through the piles, separating what was worth keeping from what wasn’t. The things he wanted to save—a few personal mementos, a spare set of tools, and some odd trinkets—he carried out to the kitchen counter, where they formed a neat pile of “maybe useful” items.

  When the room was nearly clear, Noah opened his system store, the familiar interface popping up before his eyes. “Might as well make some points while I’m at it,” he mused, scrolling through the options to sell the items he no longer wanted. One by one, the boxes of junk disappeared into the system, their worth calculated down to the last piece of scrap metal. He even sold the old bed frame, mattress, and the creaky wardrobe in the corner, leaving the room bare within the span of a few hours.

  The satisfying ping of the transaction completed echoed in his ears. Noah glanced at the screen, a small grin spreading across his face.

  “450 store points,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. “pretty good for stuff I didn’t even want anymore.”

  The room, now empty save for its bare walls and the soft light filtering through the window, felt strangely peaceful. Noah crossed his arms, surveying his progress. “Alright, next step… a complete redesign,” he said to himself. “Let’s make this place feel like somewhere another world person would feel at home."

  -{Few Days later}-

  Noah drove along the familiar path leading back to his home, the setting sun casting long shadows over the landscape. The quest completion chime echoed in his mind, its notification hovering in front of him as he absentmindedly swiped it away, satisfied with the results.

  “Finally,” Noah muttered, gripping the steering wheel as his truck rumbled along the dusty outback road. The setting sun bathed the landscape in warm hues of orange and gold, while the faint hum of the engine filled the cabin. He glanced at the faint shimmer of his system interface projected just above the dashboard. His eyes flicked toward the map overlay, where faint patches of magic pulsed sporadically across the local terrain.

  The Magic Level overlay had proven invaluable, adding a new layer of insight to his exploration. Small bursts of magical energy flickered across the map, some lingering longer in certain areas while others drifted or faded entirely. It was an odd phenomenon—magic wasn’t evenly distributed, nor did it stay static. Certain spots glowed brightly for hours before dimming, while new patches emerged elsewhere as if magic itself was slowly finding its way into the world.

  “Looks like it’s gathering near the rocky outcrop again,” Noah mused aloud, watching as one vibrant cluster seemed to condense. “Might be worth checking out later.” For now, though, his focus was on getting home and preparing for Nova’s arrival.

  His truck rattled over the last stretch of uneven terrain before the familiar sight of his home came into view. The small, sturdy house stood surrounded by the barren but striking beauty of the outback, its silhouette softened by the golden light. Noah pulled up to the gate, his tires crunching against the dirt as he came to a stop.

  He stepped out, stretching his arms overhead, and took a moment to breathe in the crisp evening air. The weight of the trek and the effort it had taken to complete the exploration quest lingered, but the rewards had been more than worth it. The completed map gleamed with a golden glow in his interface, and a small smile tugged at his lips as he reviewed his achievements.

  Every twist and turn, every hidden grove, and even subtle magical anomalies were now mapped with precision. His exploration had led him to discover everything from secluded caves to the strange meteor crater that radiated faint but steady magic. He’d even marked a few areas to revisit, their significance still unclear but intriguing nonetheless.

  “Guess this makes me a proper explorer,” he said with a grin, shutting the truck door and walking toward the house. The newly redesigned guest room crossed his mind as he approached. Everything was ready for Nova’s arrival.

  Inside, the once cluttered and neglected space had been transformed into something cozy and inviting. A soft green bedspread now adorned the sturdy new bedframe, and small potted plants—ferns and trailing ivy—added a touch of life. the light was replaced with something called, a magical lightball that shifted to gentle light colours it also provided a sense of calm and relaxation to those sleeping at night.

  Noah had even splurged on an enchanted rug from the system store, its faint magical hum ensuring the room maintained a comfortable temperature no matter the weather. It was more effort than he’d ever put into a guest space, but the thought of hosting someone from another world—a literal alien—had made it feel worth every bit of trouble.

  Glancing at the timer in his interface, Noah noted there were only a few hours left until Nova was set to arrive. Excitement and nervousness bubbled up in equal measure. How would their first meeting go? Would she approve of the preparations he’d made?

  “Well, no turning back now,” he said to himself, stepping inside and setting his bag by the door. The faint hum of the Magic Level overlay pulsed in his vision, a comforting reminder of the work he’d accomplished. Now all that remained was to wait—and to hope he’d made a good first impression when Nova finally arrived.

  Curiosity tugged at him as he brought up the map overlay again, this time focusing on his own property. His gaze shifted toward the backyard section of the map—and his eyes shot open in shock.

  The entire area behind his house was dense with magical energy, its vibrant pulses far stronger than anything he’d seen during his explorations. The overlay glowed with shifting hues of blue, gold, and green, a swirling tapestry of magic that seemed alive. Small trails of energy drifted outward, branching like streams from a river, spreading into the surrounding areas.

  “What the…?” Noah muttered, stepping out onto the back porch, the wooden boards creaking faintly beneath his boots. He scanned the yard, but everything appeared deceptively normal. The patches of frost ferns he’d planted earlier glimmered faintly under the setting sun, and the air carried the faint, earthy aroma of freshly watered soil.

  But the map told a different story. The magic wasn’t static—it was flowing, almost breathing. Thick concentrations pooled around his garden, tendrils of energy snaking outward like roots extending beyond the visible boundaries of his yard. The movement wasn’t chaotic; it was deliberate, as if something unseen was guiding the flow.

  He crouched near one of the frost ferns, his hand hovering above the soil. The faint tingling of magic brushed against his skin, warm and electric. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it carried an unmistakable sense of vitality, as though the very air in his backyard was alive.

  “Was it always like this?” he wondered aloud, pulling up the map again for comparison. The faint magical readings he’d noticed during the early stages of his exploration quest had grown exponentially in density, concentrated almost entirely within his property.

  Noah’s mind raced as he pieced together the only plausible cause for this phenomenon: the World Tree. Perhaps the frost ferns and the earth-shakers played a part too, their inherent magic amplifying the flow. Or was it something else entirely? Could this sudden surge of energy be a natural response tied to the arrival of the World Seed Nova had mentioned? Whatever the reason, it was undeniable—his backyard had become a focal point for something extraordinary.

  He leaned back against his chair, the faint hum of magic in the air now impossible to ignore. The implications of what he was witnessing settled heavily in his mind. If Nova’s arrival was meant to guide the growth of the World Tree, then this surge of magic had to mean something. It wasn’t random. The backyard was preparing itself—or maybe it was preparing for her.

  The idea both thrilled and unnerved him. For weeks, his life had been a strange, unpredictable mix of quests, discoveries, and challenges, but this felt different. This wasn’t just about him anymore. It was bigger—far bigger—and he was only beginning to understand his role in it.

  “I hope she knows what to do,” Noah murmured, his voice low, as he stared out at the garden glowing faintly in the fading sunlight. The timer in his interface hovered in the corner of his vision, each tick of the clock pulling him closer to the unknown. He could feel the anticipation building, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Whatever awaited them, one thing was clear—this was only the beginning.

  -{Nova}-

  Stepping through the portal, Nova was immediately struck by a wave of intense, dry heat that clung to her skin like a heavy blanket. The air was stifling, carrying a strange metallic tang mingled with the coarse scent of dust. It wasn’t the lush, thriving environment she had imagined—this was something else entirely. The silence of the landscape was punctuated only by the faint rustling of brittle grasses as occasional hot gusts of wind stirred the arid ground, carrying grains of sand that prickled against her skin. She raised a hand instinctively, shielding her eyes from the searing glare of a sun that burned relentless and high in the vast, cloudless sky.

  Blinking against the brightness, Nova’s gaze swept over the desolate expanse before her. The ground was cracked and parched, etched with jagged fissures that wove intricate patterns across the reddish earth. Sparse tufts of grass, bleached pale and brittle, trembled in the wind like ghostly reminders of the life that once thrived here. Low, rocky hills loomed in the distance, their edges shimmering and distorted by waves of heat. The heavy stillness was almost oppressive, as though the land itself were holding its breath in quiet defiance of its harsh reality.

  “He lives in a wasteland?” The thought came unbidden, and a flicker of pity crossed her mind for anyone who called this place home. The air was so dry that it seemed to pull the moisture from her mouth, leaving behind a faint grit on her tongue. Yet, as she took a longer look, her initial impression began to soften. Tiny lizards darted between the cracks in the rocks, their jewel-like scales gleaming in the sunlight. Thorny, stubborn plants thrived in the most unlikely of crevices, their roots diving deep into the earth in a fierce quest for water. The landscape, harsh as it was, held a quiet resilience that spoke of determination and adaptability.

  Her eyes scanned the barren terrain until something caught her attention—a small, vibrant green sapling that stood defiantly against the desolate backdrop. Nova’s breath hitched. It was unmistakable: the World Tree sapling. Its delicate, shimmering leaves trembled in the warm gusts, their edges glowing faintly, as though illuminated from within. The sapling’s presence seemed almost miraculous, a vibrant burst of life and hope in an otherwise unforgiving place.

  Nova’s chest tightened. “How is it thriving here?” she murmured, awestruck. The tiny tree seemed impossibly out of place, yet its existence radiated a quiet strength, as though it were meant to be here. Without hesitation, she dropped to one knee, bowing her head in reverence. She could feel it—the pulse of life emanating from the sapling, a subtle but profound energy that resonated deep within her.

  As she knelt, the sapling hesitated mid-sway, its delicate branches trembling with a curious energy. A faint, shimmering question mark appeared above it, flickering like an inquisitive spark. Nova blinked in surprise before a soft smile spread across her lips. “Even you’re curious about me,” she murmured, a lightness in her tone. There was something playful, almost childlike, in the sapling’s energy as it brushed against her senses. It felt like a young creature, sniffing tentatively at a newcomer.

  Her smile lingered as she rose to her feet, her attention drawn to a figure some distance away. A young man stood near a weathered wooden fence, his back turned to her as he worked. Sweat darkened the back of his shirt, clinging to his tanned skin, and his dark brown hair stuck to his forehead and neck. He was digging, his movements steady and rhythmic. The scrape of his shovel against the dry, stubborn ground blended with the faint grunt of effort that accompanied each motion.

  He moved with an ease that spoke of practice, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he worked the earth. Though his task seemed mundane, there was a quiet determination in the way he moved, a focus that made him appear at home in this harsh environment. Nova took a step forward, hesitant but curious, her gaze lingering on him as she considered how to approach.

  Her eyes shifted briefly back to the sapling, which waved gently in the hot wind, its leaves almost beckoning her forward. Nova exhaled softly, bracing herself. Whatever awaited her here—whoever this man was—she felt certain that this moment was the beginning of something far greater than either of them could yet comprehend.

  While the man worked, Nova’s gaze wandered across the area. A short distance from the World Tree sapling, she noticed a small stream of water pooling nearby, its surface shimmering faintly under the sun’s relentless glare. The stream wound its way through a narrow, hand-dug channel, its banks lined with tiny seedlings that seemed to thrive in the unexpected oasis. The sight was oddly serene, the gentle trickle of water a stark contrast to the surrounding arid landscape and nearby the banks was dugout garden beds four of them.

  Further along, her eyes landed on something peculiar—a dome-like structure constructed of wood and reinforced with what appeared to be metal wiring The building seemed both out of place and strangely purposeful, blending functionality and resilience in its design. She couldn’t quite guess its purpose, but the ingenuity behind it intrigued her.

  Her attention returned to the man as his voice carried over the stillness of the air, rich with warmth and cheer. “Okay, little bud,” he said, addressing the sapling as if it were a person, “which seeds do you think I should plant?” He pulled several small bags seemingly out of thin air, holding them up one by one for the tiny tree to “see.”

  “We’ve got a few interesting choices here: three Celestial Aegis Blossoms, a Hydrobreeze Bloom… and maybe another Frost Fern but I might keep that one in a pot inside my bedroom,” he added with a hearty laugh, his tone playful and inviting. His laughter, bright and unrestrained, was a sharp contrast to the harsh environment. It was warm, almost soothing, like a cool breeze on a sweltering day.

  Nova felt an unexpected smile tug at her lips. So, this is Noah, she thought, observing his easy movements and the way he spoke to the sapling as if it were an old friend. He seemed utterly at home in this unforgiving land, his words carrying a strange sense of harmony with his surroundings. There was an earnest simplicity in how he interacted with the sapling, as though he truly believed it might respond.

  Her amusement softened as she noticed the care he took with the seeds, handling them as though they were treasures. His expression, gentle yet focused, hinted at a deep respect for the life he was nurturing. He speaks to the World Tree as if it’s listening… as if he believes it actually might answer back. The thought struck a chord within her, a sense of familiarity rising unbidden. She had spoken to the Aetheril tree in much the same way, years ago, when she was a child, before its decline had begun.

  Yet, there was something more. Beneath his easy demeanor, she sensed an undercurrent of solitude—a quiet loneliness that lingered in the spaces between his words. The way he paused mid-sentence, his gaze lingering on the sapling as if lost in thought, suggested a depth she hadn’t expected. This man, she mused, he carries more than he lets on.

  Nova’s eyes briefly darted to his clothing. His loose-fitting shirt, dyed in a peculiar red pigment, was damp with sweat, clinging to his frame. The fabric bore a faded symbol, its meaning unclear. She frowned slightly. Shouldn’t it help repel the heat? Keep him dry in this relentless sun? Whoever had made these garments clearly hadn’t accounted for practicality. Her gaze moved to his pants, frayed and worn in several places. No repair enchantments, no signs of reinforcement—just ordinary cloth trying to withstand extraordinary conditions.

  As she examined him, she became acutely aware of the faint, almost nonexistent mana in the air. The land seemed starved of magic, the ambient energy barely enough to sustain even the simplest enchantments. In stark contrast, the World Tree sapling radiated a vibrant, clear energy that stood out like a beacon. Nova could feel her own mana subtly gravitating toward it, as though drawn to the one true source of life in this barren world.

  “W…who are you?” Noah’s voice broke through her thoughts, tinged with uncertainty and a hint of apprehension. He had turned to face her, his posture tense, shoulders slightly hunched as though bracing himself for the unexpected. His hands hovered at his sides, uncertain whether to defend or to greet.

  Nova met his gaze, her golden eyes calm yet piercing. His brown eyes, though wary, held a flicker of curiosity beneath the uncertainty. She saw the way he studied her, the faint hesitation in his expression as though trying to reconcile her presence with the reality he knew.

  “My name is Nova,” she said, her voice steady and melodic, carrying a warmth that softened the tension in the air. She stepped forward, inclining her head slightly in greeting. "we spoke on the system store".

  Noah blinked, a mixture of surprise and awkwardness crossing his face. "Uh, no need for the bowing stuff, please," he mumbled, his eyes darting away as he rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. Clearly, he wasn’t used to formalities—or having someone like Nova show him such reverence. He shifted on his feet, his hands hovering awkwardly by his sides as though unsure what to do with them.

  Nova straightened, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “Very well,” she said, her tone light yet warm. “No bowing.” She allowed her gaze to wander back toward the sapling, its delicate leaves trembling faintly in the breeze. The tiny tree seemed to shimmer under the harsh sunlight, a stark contrast to the barren, cracked earth around it.

  Her curiosity returned, sharper than before. “Noah,” she began, her voice steady, “if you don’t mind me asking… where exactly am I? This place—your world—it feels so different from anything I’ve known.”

  Noah scratched his head, still visibly flustered but starting to relax. “Oh, uh… this is my home,” he explained, his voice a bit steadier now. “We’re in the Northern Territory—it’s a state in Australia. On Earth.” He gestured vaguely to the vast desert landscape around them, as if the words alone could bridge the gap between their vastly different worlds.

  “Australia… Earth,” Nova repeated thoughtfully, testing the unfamiliar names on her tongue. They felt foreign yet strangely grounded. Her gaze lingered on Noah as she tried to connect the dots, piecing together what little she had heard of other realms and dimensions. other than those she saw from the portal room here and there.

  “Northern Territory,” she mused, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. “Is that… a kingdom? Or a province of some sort?” Her question carried a genuine curiosity, her head tilting slightly as she sought to understand.

  Noah chuckled softly, the tension in his posture easing. “Not exactly,” he said with a faint grin. “It’s more like… a big area inside a larger country. And Australia’s one of many countries on Earth. We’ve got all kinds of landscapes—deserts, forests, rainforests, beaches… even lush, green places.”

  Nova nodded, her sharp mind quickly grasping the concept. “I see,” she said, glancing once more at the sapling. Its vibrant green leaves swayed lightly, as if reaching for the sunlight. “And is this area,” she gestured around them, “always this barren?” Her tone was curious, but there was a faint concern underlying her words.

  Noah’s chuckle this time carried a note of somber reflection. “Not all of it, no,” he admitted. “This area’s pretty remote—part of the outback. It’s harsh, sure, but other places in Australia are a lot more… alive.” His gaze drifted toward the sapling, a small smile tugging at his lips. “This little guy, though? It’s already changing things here.”

  Nova followed his gaze, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered the implications. “A diverse world,” she murmured, her voice tinged with admiration. “I would like to see more of it, someday.” She paused, her attention shifting back to Noah. Her tone turned more serious as she gestured toward the sapling. “But right now, I’m here to help you with that, I here to help you understand what a world tree is."

  Noah studied her for a moment, the initial awkwardness fading into a quieter curiosity. There was something in her presence—an assurance, a depth—that made him feel as though she belonged here, despite the vast differences between their worlds. He glanced at the sapling again, its leaves trembling as if it shared the weight of their task, then looked back at Nova.

  “Well,” he said with a small, genuine smile, “Where do we begin?"

  Nova’s lips curved into a soft smile of her own. “we hit the books”

  …A Few Days Later…

  Noah groaned, slumping back in his chair as he shut the heavy tome with a resounding thud. It had been a few days since Nova appeared in his world, and he was already beginning to suspect she had the soul of a taskmaster. Her energy was relentless, her determination unwavering, and Noah couldn’t recall the last time he had spent so many hours poring over books.

  His thoughts drifted back to her arrival and the whirlwind of activity that followed. The memory of their first steps into his home came rushing back, vivid and clear.

  “And finally, this is your room,” Noah had said, gesturing toward the newly prepared guest room with a touch of pride. “You’ll be staying here while you’re with us.”

  Nova stepped inside, her golden eyes scanning the space. Her expression shifted subtly—first neutral, then a faint flicker of surprise. “It’s… cozy,” she said, her tone thoughtful. She took a moment to examine the soft green bedspread, the potted plants and the odd unmagical light.“You’ve put effort into this. Thank you.”

  Noah felt a small flush of satisfaction at her words. “Would you like something to eat or drink before we get started with the books?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

  Nova nodded. “Anything you have is fine. Thank you.”

  He turned toward the kitchen to grab a couple of sodas, but a sudden, heavy thump followed by a low, steady groan of wood made him pause mid-step. His gaze darted back to the table where Nova stood, her expression uncharacteristically sharp as she stared at a large, ancient tome that hadn’t been there moments before.

  The book was massive, its cover adorned with the intricate image of a tree. The roots spread downward, intertwining near the bottom of the page, while the branches reached upward, sprawling across the top. In the middle of the trunk was a carved depiction of a building, its doors slightly ajar. A tiny, humanoid figure seemed to peer out from between them. Faint golden letters etched into the leather-bound cover read, The Library of Knowable.

  Nova’s brow furrowed slightly as she glanced at the book. “This tome…” she began, her voice low with a mix of intrigue and wariness. “Actually, no one knows exactly where it came from. One of my great-grandfathers vanished for days and came back with this—completely blank.”

  “Blank?” Noah repeated, moving closer. He reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers against the aged leather. It felt surprisingly warm to the touch, almost alive. Carefully, he flipped open the cover. The first page bore an official-looking stamp, bold and unmistakable

  This book belongs to The Library of Knowable.

  Given and taken by Kale Greenwood, as part of a deal with The Archivist.

  To be returned in time when seed bearers or world guardians no longer require its knowledge.

  Noah frowned, his brow furrowing as he read the inscription aloud. “You said it was blank, but there’s writing here. Look,” he said, glancing up at Nova.

  Her expression remained contemplative, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tapped a finger against the edge of the table. “I thought so,” she murmured, mostly to herself. After a moment, she straightened and met Noah’s gaze. “I had a guess: only those chosen by World Seeds would be able to read its contents. Looks like I was right.”

  Noah blinked, his curiosity deepening. “World Seeds… so this book is somehow connected to all of that?”

  Nova nodded slowly, her gaze drifting back to the tome. “The Library of Knowable is said to house knowledge that transcends worlds—secrets lost to time, answers to questions no one else could provide. If this book has appeared here, it’s because you’re a key part of this puzzle. The sapling, the World Seed, even me being here… it’s all connected.”

  He ran a hand through his hair, overwhelmed but undeniably intrigued. “So, what happens if I start reading it? Do I get struck by lightning or something?” he joked, though his grin was nervous.

  Nova smirked faintly. “Not likely. But I’d suggest caution. Books like this aren’t known for being straightforward.”

  Noah hesitated, his fingers hovering over the edge of the page. The book seemed to hum faintly under his touch, an almost imperceptible vibration that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “Alright,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s see what it has to say.”

  …Present Day…

  Noah leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands as the faint glow of the tome’s cover flickered in his peripheral vision. His desk was cluttered with scraps of notes, rough sketches, and a few empty cans of soda and glass bottles of drink. The air in the room felt heavy, filled with the faint scent of paper and ballpoint ink.

  It had been a whirlwind of days since Nova’s arrival and the appearance of The Library of Knowable. The book had proven to be both a blessing and a curse—brimming with information, yet cryptic enough to make his head spin. He had spent hours flipping through its pages, trying to decipher its dense, archaic language and the strange diagrams that seemed to shift slightly whenever he looked away.

  He glanced at one of the open pages on the desk, where he had painstakingly translated a passage about World Seeds and their connection to magical ecosystems. “So far,” he muttered to himself, “I’ve learned that the World Tree sapling isn’t just some overpowered houseplant. It’s a kind of magical anchor, something that stabilizes the flow of mana in its environment.”

  His gaze shifted to the window, where the faint outline of the sapling was visible, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The sight was oddly reassuring, a reminder of the delicate balance he was now responsible for maintaining. “Apparently, it can also influence the mana around it—pulling energy in, purifying it, and then spreading it out. Makes sense why my backyard is glowing on the map, it's basically a massive hot spot of magic” he mused, recalling the dense concentration of magic he had seen just days ago.

  Flipping through his notes, he paused at a diagram he had sketched. It showed the roots of the sapling extending far below the surface, intertwining with glowing veins of mana beneath the earth. “And those roots… they’re not just roots. They’re part of something bigger—some kind of network that connects to other magical sources. Like… a web.” He tapped his pencil against the page thoughtfully. “But that web isn’t fully formed yet. It’s like the sapling is waiting for me to guide it.”

  His brow furrowed as he remembered another section of the tome, one that spoke of guardians—individuals chosen to protect and nurture World Seeds. The description had been vague, but it mentioned a bond between the guardian and the seed, one that went deeper than simple caretaking. “The guardian becomes part of the tree’s growth,” he murmured. “And the tree, in turn, influences the guardian.”

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  He sighed, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “No pressure or anything,” he muttered dryly, glancing at the tome as though it might offer him some words of encouragement. Instead, the faint shimmer on its cover seemed to mock him, as if daring him to dig deeper into its secrets. "Are you mocking me?" noah swear the book was smiling at him, saying 'Haha good luck getting anything else from me'

  Nova’s presence in his life had brought answers, yes, but also countless questions. She seemed to know so much about the sapling and its purpose, yet even she admitted that some of her understanding came from hearsay alone. Noah couldn’t shake the feeling that the book was holding back, revealing only what it deemed necessary—and only when it decided he was ready.

  He sighed again, this time with a touch of resolve. “Well, I’m not going to figure it all out in one day. But at least I’ve got a starting point.” He glanced at the clock, realizing he had been studying for hours. Pushing back his chair, he stood and stretched, feeling the stiffness in his back and shoulders.

  His gaze drifted once more to the window and the sapling beyond it. Despite the challenges ahead, there was something undeniably hopeful about its presence—a quiet, persistent reminder that growth was possible, even in the harshest of environments, and he felt the need to get his hands dirtly

  The sun hung high in the sky, beating down relentlessly as usual. The small patch of land that Noah had been working on was starting to show sign guidance. The once-barren soil now had patches of green, with tiny sprouts pushing their way through, their delicate leaves shimmering faintly with a hint of magic. The air was filled with the earthy scent of freshly disturbed soil, mingling with the subtle, crisp aroma of the surrounding wilderness.

  Nova stood beside Noah, her skin glowing slightly under the sunlight, her face shaded by a wide-brimmed hat. She held a small, glowing crystal in her hand, its light dancing in the breeze. "Alright, Noah," she began, her voice firm yet encouraging. "Today, we’re going to work on channelling mana into the soil. This will help these seedlings grow stronger roots and better withstand the harsh conditions here. Think of it like feeding the soil a little extra energy to encourage it to nurture the plants."

  Noah wiped the sweat from his brow, his clothes sticking to his skin in the oppressive heat. He looked at Nova with a sceptical expression. "I still don't get it, Nova. I mean, I understand using tools and my hands to plant, but this... energy stuff? It feels like trying to hold water in my hands."

  Nova chuckled softly, her laughter a pleasant contrast to the heat. "It’s a bit like that at first. But you have to think of it more like… guiding a stream. You’re not gripping it tightly; you’re letting it flow through you and into the earth. It’s not about control; it’s about connection."

  Noah nodded, still unsure. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and attempted to follow Nova's instructions. He stretched out his hand towards the soil, feeling for the elusive thread of energy she spoke of. For a moment, there was nothing but the dry, dusty heat and the distant hum of insects. Then, slowly, he felt a faint hum in his fingertips—a gentle vibration, like the fluttering of a moth's wings. It was as if the earth itself was responding to his presence.

  Nova watched intently, her eyes focused on Noah’s hand. She sensed the subtle shift in the air around them, the faint ripple of mana beginning to weave through the environment. "Good, Noah! You’re starting to feel it," she encouraged, her voice steady and warm. "Now, try to direct that feeling into the soil. Imagine it soaking in like water after a long drought. Picture the energy spreading outwards, mingling with the soil, and invigorating the roots of the seedlings."

  Noah furrowed his brow, his concentration evident. He pictured the energy moving through him, flowing from his fingers into the ground beneath. A soft, golden light began to pulse faintly from his hand, its glow casting gentle shadows on the earth. The tiny seedlings seemed to respond, their leaves perking up ever so slightly as the light touched them. The once-dry soil seemed to absorb the light, its color darkening and becoming richer.

  "See? You’re doing it!" Nova exclaimed, her voice filled with pride. Her smile widened as she observed the changes in the patch of land. "The seedlings are already reacting to the mana you’ve channelled. It’s just the beginning, but you’re getting the hang of it. With practice, it will become second nature."

  Noah opened one eye, surprised by the sight. "Did I... did I do that?"

  Nova nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Yes, you did! The mana you directed is making a noticeable difference. It’s like planting a seed in yourself and letting it grow. The more you practice, the more attuned you’ll become to this process. Soon, it will feel as natural as breathing."

  Noah looked at the patch of land, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. The tiny sprouts, now tinged with a faint golden hue from the mana, seemed to stand a bit taller, as if acknowledging his effort. The soil appeared richer and more alive, the once-dry cracks beginning to close. "I can’t believe it," he said, a mixture of awe and satisfaction in his voice. "This is actually working."

  Nova's smile widened, her approval evident. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her touch cool and soothing against the heat of the day. "Believe it. You have a natural ability for this, Noah. Just keep at it, and you’ll be able to work wonders. Magic is like a muscle—it grows stronger with use."

  He grinned, feeling a flicker of confidence ignite within him. "Alright, what's next?"

  Nova’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her expression a blend of encouragement and mischief. "Next, we’ll try to create a small rain cloud. This area needs more moisture if these plants are going to thrive."

  Noah blinked, his eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. "A rain cloud? You’re serious?"

  "Absolutely," Nova replied with a playful smile. "If you can channel a bit of water magic, even a small mist will help. And don't worry—I’m here to guide you every step of the way."

  Noah took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the next challenge. He squared his shoulders and focused on the task ahead. As they worked side by side, he noticed how Nova’s presence was more than just instructional; it was transformative. She wasn’t merely teaching him magic—she was teaching him to see his world differently, to look beyond the ordinary and find the extraordinary in the simplest things. Her guidance was reshaping his understanding of his own abilities and the environment around him.

  A sudden beep cut through the air, breaking his concentration. Noah sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "Give me a minute," he said, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. The device buzzed with a message, the screen lighting up with a notification.

  Nova watched him with curiosity, her head tilted slightly. "Is that how you receive messages here?" she asked, her tone genuinely intrigued by the technology.

  Noah nodded, quickly glancing at the message before tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Yeah, it's how I stay connected. It's pretty handy, though sometimes it feels like a distraction."

  Nova's eyes widened slightly, fascinated by the device. "It’s amazing how different things are in your world. In ours, we rely more on direct communication and magical means for messaging."

  Noah chuckled, his frustration fading as he looked back at the patch of land. "I guess every world has its own way of doing things. But for now, let’s get back to creating that rain cloud. I’m ready to learn."

  Nova nodded with a smile, her enthusiasm returning. "Perfect. Let’s get started. I’ll guide you through the process. Remember, it’s all about feeling the flow of water and channelling it into a new form. Just like with the mana, you’ll find your rhythm with practice."

  As they resumed their work, the connection between them grew stronger. Noah could feel the warmth of Nova’s support and the promise of new discoveries ahead. The sun continued to beat down, but with Nova’s guidance and his newfound confidence, the world felt a little less daunting and a lot more full of possibilities. Noah nodded, hearing his phone again, Noah paused and glanced down at the screen to see who was calling. "Hey give me a second" He trailed off, a wry smile playing on his lips as he saw the caller ID. "It’s work. This might take a minute."

  He stepped away from Nova, answering the call with a resigned tone. As he began speaking into the phone, Nova couldn’t help but observe him with curiosity. The device in his hand was a marvel in itself, a blend of technology and convenience she had only heard about. She pondered the implications of such a device—how it connected people across distances and how seamlessly it fit into Noah’s daily life.

  Despite the challenges he faced, there was something endearing about his earnest attempts to adapt to the new world she was introducing him to. His balance between the mundane and the magical spoke of resilience and adaptability.

  Noah’s voice was tinged with irritation as he continued speaking into the phone, his patience wearing thin. "What do you mean she’s back, and wants me to look at it again?" Nova could sense the shift in his tone; his earlier calm demeanour was replaced with a hint of frustration, the weight of responsibility evident in his voice.

  "Okay, I’m on my way," he finally said, ending the call with a sigh. He hung up the device, his shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of some type of situation settled over him.

  Turning back to Nova, he gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that. Looks like I’ve got to deal with a situation at work. Karen’s… persistent, let’s say.”

  Nova nodded, sensing the undercurrent of annoyance but also the deep sense of responsibility he seemed to carry. "It sounds like she’s causing you some trouble?"

  Noah chuckled, though his laughter was tinged with strain. “Oh, Karen’s harmless enough. She just has a knack for finding problems that… well, might not actually be problems.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture that revealed his internal conflict between dealing with the interruption and the lesson they were in the middle of.

  Nova’s brow furrowed slightly as she considered his situation. “Do you need any help?” she offered, her voice filled with genuine concern. Though she wasn’t sure how her magic could be of use in this context, she was eager to assist in any way she could.

  He hesitated for a moment, weighing her offer. The thought of having an extra set of hands—or rather, magical assistance—was appealing. Finally, he nodded his head. “Not a bad idea. I also need to run to the shops, and it’d be a good idea to show you around as well.” He gave her a quick smile, the tension in his demeanour easing just a little.

  Nova tilted her head, intrigued by the mention of “shops.” “Shops? Are you saying you need to gather supplies?” Her curiosity was piqued, and she was eager to see more of Earth’s customs and everyday life. The idea of exploring this world’s market scene was both exciting and educational for her.

  Noah nodded, the smile on his face growing. “Exactly. It’s a good opportunity to see how things work here and maybe pick up a few things for the garden too.” He gestured towards the small patch of land they had been working on. “Plus, it’ll give you a better sense of the local way of life here.”

  Nova’s eyes brightened with anticipation. “I’d love that. It’s fascinating to learn about different cultures and their practices, and this seems like the perfect chance to do so.”

  As they prepared to leave, the sun continued to beat down on the garden, casting long shadows that danced across the soil. Noah and Nova walked side by side, heading towards the shops. The conversation between them shifted to lighter topics, with Noah describing various Earth customs and everyday items, while Nova shared her own experiences from her world. The exchange was both enlightening and enjoyable, bridging the gap between their two very different worlds.

  The promise of new discoveries and the opportunity to further explore the blend of mundane and magical made the journey ahead feel like an adventure in itself.

  “Something like that,” Noah chuckled, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “I need to pick up a few things for the house and… deal with this whole ‘Karen situation’ while I’m at it.” He gestured for her to follow as he moved toward his truck, waving her over with a friendly nod. “You can come along and see a bit more of the town.”

  Nova nodded, her curiosity piqued. As she approached the truck, she eyed it with a mixture of wariness and fascination. The vehicle was an imposing metal contraption, starkly different from the magical modes of transport she was accustomed to. “Is this… one of your world’s means of transportation?”

  “Yep, it’s my old truck,” Noah replied with a grin. “It’s called a car. Might not be fancy, but it gets me where I need to go.” He opened the passenger door for her, a small gesture of politeness that didn’t go unnoticed by Nova.

  She hesitated for a second, taking in the unfamiliar sight of the interior. The seats were a different texture from anything she’d felt before—plush yet firm. After a moment of deliberation, she climbed inside, adjusting to the new sensation beneath her. The vehicle roared to life with a deep rumble, the vibrations sending a shiver through her.

  Noah chuckled softly, glancing at her with a hint of amusement. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Ready to see more of Earth?”

  Nova took a deep breath, her excitement mingling with a tinge of apprehension. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  With that, they pulled out onto the dusty road, heading towards the town. The landscape unfolded before them, a patchwork of fields and buildings that shifted as they drove. Both were absorbed in their thoughts, unaware of the small, almost inaudible murmur from Noah.

  The car was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the crunch of tires against the dry, uneven road. Noah’s hands rested casually on the steering wheel, his gaze focused on the shimmering horizon ahead. The faint smell of dust and sun-warmed leather lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of wildflowers from the small charm Nova had placed on the dashboard earlier.

  Nova sat quietly in the passenger seat, her golden eyes darting toward him occasionally before returning to the window. She watched the vast expanse of desert roll by, its stark beauty both alien and captivating. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it carried an unspoken weight—questions left unsaid, thoughts left unshared.

  Finally, she worked up the nerve to speak. “How did you go with that tome?” she asked, her voice soft but steady. She knew he had been spending hours poring over its pages, and the notes scattered around the house were evidence of his growing understanding.

  Noah glanced at her briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. “Good,” he replied, his tone thoughtful. “I mean, it’s a lot to take in, and I do have questions… but I figured I’d save those for tonight.” He gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Besides, it’s not a long drive to town.”

  He paused, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel as he mumbled almost to himself, “How are we going to explain your ears?”

  Nova blinked, caught off guard, then reached up instinctively to touch one of her pointed ears, her cheeks flushing faintly. “My… ears?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and mild embarrassment.

  Noah let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. Don’t get me wrong—they’re cool and all, but, uh… people around here don’t exactly see elves every day.” He shot her an apologetic glance. “We might have to… I don’t know, improvise? Maybe get you a hat or something.”

  Nova considered this, her fingers tracing the edge of her ear thoughtfully. “A hat?” she repeated, tilting her head slightly. The idea was amusing, but she couldn’t deny its practicality. “I suppose that could work. Do humans often wear hats here?”

  “Some do,” Noah replied with a grin. “But it’s mostly for sun protection. Out here, no one’s going to question it if you wear one. It’s just…” He hesitated, his grin fading slightly. “We don’t want to draw too much attention, you know? Not until we figure out how people might react.”

  An idea sparked in Nova’s mind. Her fingers moved quickly, reaching into her pouch and pulling out a small greyish crystal. She cradled it in her lap, her eyes focusing intently as she began infusing it with a delicate stream of mana. The crystal glowed faintly, responding to her touch.

  “What is that?” Noah asked, glancing her way as he navigated a turn, curiosity evident in his tone.

  “It’s an illusion crystal,” Nova explained, her voice steady as she worked. “We use them for small things—like wearing elaborate jewellery, concealing minor details about ourselves. It’s quite handy for blending in or altering perceptions.”

  Noah raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, you’re going to use that to hide your ears?”

  “Exactly,” Nova said with a confident nod. “It should create a subtle illusion that makes them blend in with the rest of your world’s features. Nothing too drastic, just enough to avoid drawing unwanted attention.”

  As the crystal’s glow intensified, the illusion began to take shape. Nova’s pointed ears were subtly altered, their distinctive features softened to blend with the mundane. She tested the effect, adjusting the crystal as needed.

  Noah glanced over, his expression a mix of admiration and amusement. “That’s impressive. Seems like you’re already getting the hang of Earth’s quirks.”

  Nova smiled, her confidence bolstered by the success of her spell. “I’ve had a lot of practice with illusions. It’s a useful skill in many situations.”

  They continued their journey in companionable silence, the landscape outside gradually giving way to the town’s outskirts. Noah pointed out various landmarks, his explanations punctuated by the occasional chuckle or anecdote. Nova absorbed the sights with wide-eyed fascination, taking in the bustling streets, colourful storefronts, and the unique rhythm of everyday life on Earth.

  The truck rolled smoothly over the pavement, carrying them towards new experiences and discoveries. With every turn and every conversation, Nova’s understanding of this world expanded, and the lines between her own magical heritage and Earth’s more grounded reality began to blur in the most intriguing ways.

  “…or even creating illusions for small performances,” Nova continued, her gaze fixed on the crystal. A faint shimmer of magic spread across its surface, the soft glow casting a warm light. “It can temporarily change appearances, like making my ears look human.”

  Noah’s brows lifted in surprise. “That little thing can do all that? Not bad,” he admitted, his tone reflecting genuine intrigue. “How exactly does it work?”

  Nova smiled, raising the glowing crystal. “By channeling mana into it, the user can project a simple illusion over a limited area—in this case, my ears. It won’t hold up to close scrutiny or anyone who senses magic, but for most people here, it should do the trick.” She touched the crystal to her forehead, and a soft light spread across her, briefly enveloping her form.

  As the light faded, her pointed ears had transformed into rounded, human-like ones. “There,” she said with a satisfied nod. “How do I look?”

  Noah examined her with a discerning eye, a grin forming on his lips. “Convincing. You look like any other local now,” he said, his gaze returning to the road. “Though… there’s still something… otherworldly about you.”

  “Otherworldly?” Nova echoed with a raised eyebrow, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “I suppose that’s unavoidable.” She tucked the crystal back into her pouch, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric. “At least this will help me blend in a little better.”

  As they continued down the street, Noah nodded thoughtfully. “It’ll definitely help. Just… try not to do any obvious magic in public, okay? It might draw more attention than you want.”

  Nova chuckled softly. “Got it. I’ll avoid any ‘obvious magic’ while we’re out.”

  Noah gave her a quick smile. “Good plan. Now, let’s go see what kind of trouble Karen’s managed to get herself into this time.”

  As they drove through the town, Nova’s gaze wandered, taking in the surroundings. The landscape shifted from a serene countryside to a more worn-down area. Abandoned buildings and ruined structures dotted the landscape, their once vibrant facades now faded and cracked. Fragments of broken crystal were scattered here and there, a stark contrast to the vibrant magic she was accustomed to. Her eyes lingered on a car, burned down to ash, its doors missing and its interior empty and hollow.

  “What happened to this village?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. Her eyes were wide as she took in the desolation around her.

  Noah glanced at her, then back to the road. “This is Coolabah Springs,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “A small town—or village, I guess—right in the middle of nowhere.” He turned onto another street, the truck rattling slightly over the uneven pavement.

  As they navigated through the quiet streets of Coolabah Springs, the road gradually smoothed out, and signs of life became more apparent. They passed a few scattered homes, some still intact but showing signs of age, their paint peeling and windows dusty. Others were in various stages of disrepair, their yards overgrown with weeds and debris.

  The sun beat down relentlessly, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air was thick with the scent of dry earth and the distant hum of cicadas. Despite the town’s apparent neglect, there was a certain charm in its ruggedness—a reminder of a time when it had been a bustling place.

  Noah drove on, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of familiarity and concern. “Karen’s been a bit of a handful lately,” he said, his tone shifting to a more serious note. “She’s always finding problems that don’t really exist, or making small issues into bigger ones. It’s not malicious, just… persistent.”

  Nova nodded, her attention divided between the landscape and Noah’s explanation. “I see. It sounds like she might be in need of some guidance—or at least a good dose of perspective.”

  Noah chuckled, the sound a mix of exasperation and amusement. “That’s one way to put it. Let’s just say I’ve learned to keep an eye out for her.”

  The truck continued its journey through Coolabah Springs, each turn revealing a little more of the town’s character. For Nova, every corner and every street held a story, a glimpse into the lives that once thrived here. She took it all in, her curiosity piqued by the contrast between her magical world and the everyday reality of Noah’s Earth.

  As they approached the centre of town, the buildings grew more clustered, and the signs of life became more vibrant. Nova felt a growing sense of anticipation, ready to experience the next chapter of this strange and fascinating world.

  After a few more turns, Noah finally pulled into a small car shop. The building was modest, with a faded sign reading "Anderson’s Auto Repair" hanging above the entrance, swaying gently in the warm breeze. A few cars sat out front—some with their hoods propped open, clearly mid-repair, and others waiting to be picked up.

  Noah parked the truck and cut the engine, the sudden silence almost startling after the steady hum of the drive. He glanced at Nova, who was quietly observing the shop, her sharp gaze taking in every detail. “Here we are,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

  Nova tilted her head as she studied the dusty windows and the slightly crooked sign hanging above the entrance. “This is where you fix your vehicles?” she asked, her curiosity apparent.

  “Yep,” Noah replied with a small grin. “Anderson’s is the only place around here that does the job right.”

  Stepping out of the truck, Nova was greeted by the distinct smells of oil, grease, and rubber mingling in the warm air. The faint sounds of clinking tools and distant chatter drifted from the open garage. Inside, mechanics worked diligently—one hunched over an engine, another rifling through a toolbox while muttering, "Millet, pass me the 4mm socket. And don’t forget the duct tape—mechanics’ best friend."

  “Millet, you idiot,” someone laughed from deeper in the shop, “you brought the wrong tool again.” The teasing banter added a lively energy to the scene, contrasting with the shop’s rough, industrial appearance.

  The shop’s entrance had a small bell mounted above the door, which jingled cheerfully as Noah and Nova stepped inside. The interior was cluttered with tools and spare parts, but there was a sense of organized chaos. Pegboards lined the walls, neatly hung with wrenches, pliers, and other tools. A fan mounted in the corner whirred softly, stirring the warm air.

  Behind the counter stood a man in his late 50s with a greying beard and a well-worn cap. He looked up from a clipboard and broke into a friendly smile. “Well, if it isn’t Noah! What brings you in today?”

  “Hey, Mike,” Noah greeted, returning the smile. “I got a call that Anderson wants me to take another look at Karen’s car. Figured I’d drop by and see what’s going on.”

  Mike nodded knowingly. “Ah, that explains it. Karen’s been in the back fretting over that new clunker of hers. Pretty sure it’s nothing, but you know how she is.”

  Noah chuckled. “Yeah, sounds about right. Thanks, Mike. I’ll go check on her.”

  As Noah led the way, Nova followed, her sharp eyes darting around the shop. The walls bore faded posters advertising long-expired promotions, while shelves groaned under the weight of carefully labeled car parts. Each detail painted a vivid picture of a small-town shop that was as much a hub of local life as it was a place of work.

  Through the garage doors, the workshop opened into a bustling space filled with the hiss of air tools and the steady hum of engines. Mechanics moved with practiced efficiency, their hands coated in grease as they worked on vehicles in various states of disrepair. The scene felt alive, a symphony of mechanical effort.

  They found Karen in the back, pacing nervously beside a gleaming car that looked out of place amidst the battered work vehicles. Her hands fidgeted with her keys, her expression a mix of frustration and worry.

  When she spotted Noah, her face lit up with a combination of relief and exasperation. “Finally! Noah, you’ve got to help me with this thing. It’s been making the weirdest noise again.”

  Noah approached with a weary smile. “Karen, we’ve checked this car a dozen times. What kind of noise this time?”

  Karen threw her hands up. “I can’t describe it! It’s just… weird. Please, just take a look?”

  Sighing, Karen handed her keys to Noah, as he opened the car door popped the hood and turned on the engine. listing to the engine for a few minutes Noah turned off the engine as he then began his inspection. His hands moved with practised precision, tapping and adjusting components while Karen hovered nearby, her worry evident.

  Nova observed from a respectful distance, her sharp eyes noting the sleek newness of the car contrasted against the gritty garage. She watched Noah work, her curiosity piqued by his easy confidence and familiarity with the tools and machinery.

  After a few minutes, Noah straightened and wiped his hands on a rag. “I couldn’t hear anything unusual, and didn't see anything unusual but if it starts again, come back in and let me know.” His tone was patient but firm.

  Karen’s shoulders sagged, her frustration easing. “Thanks, Noah.”

  As they stepped away from the car, Nova caught Noah’s eye, her expression thoughtful. “You’re good at this,” she said simply.

  Noah shrugged with a small smile. “When you live out here, you learn to fix things yourself—or at least where to find people who can.”

  Noah turned back to Nova, offering her a quick smile. “Alright, that’s taken care of. Let me just clean up, and we can head out.”

  Nova nodded, taking the opportunity to glance around the garage once more. The rhythmic sounds of tools clinking and engines humming filled the space, creating a steady backdrop to the bustling activity. The mechanics moved with purpose, their grease-stained hands and focused expressions speaking to years of experience. The environment was gritty and utilitarian, yet there was a certain charm to the organized chaos that Nova found intriguing.

  As Noah disappeared into a side room to wash up, Nova’s attention was drawn to a young man approaching her. He was tall and wiry, his clothes smeared with oily marks, and his confident stride was matched by a slightly cocky grin. He stopped a few feet away, leaning casually against a workbench.

  “Hey there,” he said with an easygoing drawl. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before. New in town?”

  Nova turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. There was a flicker of amusement in her golden eyes as she assessed him. “Something like that,” she replied, her tone polite but measured. “I’m just here with Noah.”

  The young man’s smirk faltered slightly, replaced by a look of recognition. “Ah, you must be the new friend Noah’s been talking about,” he said, his tone shifting to something friendlier. “I’m Danny, Mike’s son. Nice to meet you.”

  Nova inclined her head slightly in greeting. “Nice to meet you too, Danny.”

  Danny’s grin returned, this timeless cocky and more genuine. “So, what do you think of Coolabah Springs so far? It’s not much to look at, but it grows on you.”

  Nova chuckled softly, her gaze flicking to the rows of tools and car parts before returning to Danny. “It’s… different from what I’m used to, but I find it fascinating. There’s a lot of character here.”

  Danny nodded, clearly pleased with her response. “Well, if you need any tips about the town or just want to chat, I’m around. We don’t get many newcomers, so it’s nice to have fresh faces.”

  Before Nova could reply, Noah reemerged, his hands clean and his expression slightly wary as he caught sight of Danny. “Everything alright here?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with a subtle protectiveness.

  “All good,” Danny replied, stepping back with a grin. “Just saying hi to your friend here. Don’t worry, I’m behaving.”

  “Glad to hear it,” Noah said dryly, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He gestured toward the door. “Ready to head out, Nova?”

  “Yes,” Nova said, giving Danny a polite nod. “It was nice meeting you.”

  “You too,” Danny said with a friendly wave as they walked toward the exit. “Catch you later, Noah.”

  The bell jingled as they stepped back into the warm sunlight. Noah let out a small breath, glancing sideways at Nova. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”

  “No, he was fine,” Nova said with a faint smile. “He seemed… enthusiastic.”

  “That’s Danny for you,” Noah replied, shaking his head. “Friendly, but sometimes a bit much.” He opened the truck door and climbed in, waiting for Nova to settle into the passenger seat before starting the engine. The familiar rumble filled the air, and they pulled onto the road.

  “Where are we heading?” Nova asked, her gaze drifting to the horizon as the truck rumbled forward.

  “Just a quick stop at the local shop,” Noah replied, adjusting his grip on the wheel. “Thought you might like to see a bit more of the town.”

  Nova nodded, her eyes scanning the sparse buildings and the dry, cracked landscape beyond them. “I’d like that. Your world… it’s different, but in a good way.”

  Noah smiled faintly at her words, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “Well, it’s not much, but it’s home.”

  As the truck rolled down the dusty road, Nova found herself reflecting on the peculiar blend of the mundane and the extraordinary that defined Noah’s world. It was a place of contrasts—rough and resilient, quiet yet vibrant in its own way. And despite its unfamiliarity, she could feel herself growing more curious about the layers hidden within it.

  Noah smiled, sensing her genuine curiosity. “Well, Coolabah Springs might not be much to look at, but it’s got its charm. You’ll see.”

  He navigated the car through the narrow streets, the vehicle bumping slightly over uneven patches of road. Nova watched the scenery pass by, taking in the mix of rundown buildings, patches of overgrown grass, and the occasional sign of life. Each corner seemed to hold its own story, a whisper of history amid the faded paint and crumbling facades.

  After a moment, Nova turned back to Noah. “So, what kind of supplies are we getting?”

  Noah chuckled. “Oh, just the usual stuff — food, tools, a few things I need for work. And maybe something for dinner. Any requests?”

  Nova considered his offer, her eyes lighting up with the prospect. “Anything that’s considered a local specialty? I’d like to try something unique to your world.”

  Noah grinned. “Fair enough. I think I can find something that fits the bill.” He shifted gears and continued down the road, the truck humming steadily. The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, both of them content with the easy companionship and the anticipation of their next stop.

  As they approached the local shop, a modest building with a weathered sign reading “Coolabah Market,” Nova glanced around with renewed interest. The shop’s unassuming appearance belied a wealth of potential discoveries, and she was eager to see what unique offerings this small town had in store.

  Noah pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine. “Alright, let’s see what we can find,” he said, giving Nova an encouraging smile.

  Nova returned his smile with a look of excitement. “Lead the way.”

  Nova’s golden eyes widened as they stepped into the local shop, her gaze darting to the towering shelves stocked with colorful packaging and neatly arranged goods. The sheer variety overwhelmed her senses. Rows of brightly colored boxes lined the aisles, while the faint hum of refrigeration units underscored the occasional beep of a checkout scanner. The air carried a mix of smells—freshly baked bread, the sharp tang of citrus fruits, and a faint chemical sweetness she couldn’t quite place.

  “This is… all food?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief as she gestured toward a display of cereal boxes. Each one featured a vibrant cartoon mascot—smiling animals and whimsical creatures inviting buyers to try their contents. Her gaze shifted toward shelves piled high with snacks, cans, and fresh produce. The sheer abundance was like nothing she had ever seen.

  Noah chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction. “Yep, all food—or close enough,” he said, steering the shopping cart with one hand. He pointed toward a freezer section, its glass doors fogged slightly. “That’s the frozen stuff. Over there’s the fresh produce, and this aisle,” he gestured toward a nearby display of chips and candy, “is for snacks. Pretty much anything you could want, it’s here.”

  Nova stepped closer to a shelf filled with jars and tins, her curiosity drawing her to a jar of peanut butter. She picked it up carefully, turning it over in her hands as if it might contain a hidden secret. “What is this?” she asked, her brows furrowing slightly as she read the unfamiliar label.

  “That’s peanut butter,” Noah explained, leaning casually against the cart. “It’s made from peanuts, kind of creamy, a little salty, and a bit sweet. You spread it on bread or eat it with fruit. Pretty versatile.”

  Nova tilted her head, her fingers brushing against the jar’s smooth surface. “And people eat this regularly?” she asked, her tone filled with both intrigue and skepticism.

  “Yeah, it’s a staple for a lot of people,” Noah replied with a grin. “Want to try it?”

  She set the jar back on the shelf, her attention already captured by another display. Her fingers trailed lightly over a dragon fruit, its vibrant pink skin and green-tipped spines standing out against the dull, beige surroundings. Nearby, she noticed bananas arranged in neat bunches, oranges gleaming in the light, and strange, spiky fruits she couldn’t identify. “The variety here is extraordinary,” she murmured, half to herself.

  Moving further into the shop, Nova stopped in front of the bakery section. Her eyes widened as she took in the rows of pastries, loaves of bread, and cakes, some topped with intricate designs of frosting and fruit. The warm, inviting scent of fresh-baked goods filled the air, wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. She bent closer to inspect a tray of muffins, noting the glistening blueberries nestled in their golden tops.

  “Do humans need this much variety?” she asked, her voice tinged with wonder as she straightened to face Noah.

  He laughed, the sound light and easy. “Need? Probably not. But want? Definitely. It’s kind of a thing—we like having options.”

  Nova glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Your world is… indulgent,” she said, her tone teasing but not unkind. “In my world, we value efficiency and balance. This seems excessive.”

  “Maybe it is,” Noah admitted with a shrug. “But hey, it means there’s something for everyone.”

  Her attention was drawn to a small refrigerated section near the front of the store. Bottles in every shade of the rainbow lined the shelves, their labels promising everything from energy boosts to sparkling refreshment. Nova pointed to a bright green bottle adorned with bold lettering. “What’s that?”

  Noah followed her gaze. “Energy drinks. They’re supposed to give you a burst of energy, but they’re not exactly healthy.”

  Nova frowned slightly, her curiosity piqued despite his warning. “Humans drink that for energy? What’s wrong with rest and proper nourishment?”

  He smirked. “We’re not always the most practical species.”

  Nova chuckled softly at his honesty. As they moved toward the checkout, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer abundance surrounding her. The concept of food packaged and processed to such an extent was foreign to her, yet it offered a glimpse into the ingenuity and priorities of this world.

  As they loaded their items into the cart, Nova glanced back at the bustling store. The mix of sights, smells, and sounds was almost overwhelming, yet it carried a strange charm. This world, with all its excess and contradictions, was proving to be far more complex than she had anticipated.

  Later that afternoon

  Later that afternoon, they sat at the table. The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the quiet room, gently stirring the cool air. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden patterns across the worn wooden surface of the table where Noah and Nova sat, a mix of plates and glasses scattered between them.

  Noah leaned back in his chair, a half-empty can of soda in his hand. The faint fizz of bubbles was the only sound as he stared out the window, his expression thoughtful. The table bore the remnants of their earlier meal—a simple spread of sandwiches, fruit, and chips that Nova had approached with cautious curiosity.

  Nova, on the other hand, sat with her back straight, her hands lightly clasped around the mug of tea Noah had brewed for her. She traced the rim absentmindedly, her golden eyes flicking between the room and Noah. The room’s cozy simplicity fascinated her, from the slightly scuffed cabinets to the small collection of magnets on the fridge depicting various Australian landmarks.

  “Your world is quieter than I expected,” Nova said finally, her voice breaking the silence. It wasn’t a complaint—there was something almost peaceful about the stillness, but it felt foreign to her, used to the subtle hum of magic that pulsed through her homeland.

  Noah glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Out here, yeah. Things are a bit slower. People tend to keep to themselves, and the town’s not exactly bustling.” He gestured out the window toward the sprawling desert beyond. “It’s just you, the land, and whatever you make of it.”

  Nova nodded, her fingers tightening slightly around the mug. “It’s... different from what I know. In my world, there’s always a sense of connection, a hum of life beneath everything. Here, it feels like the land is holding its breath, waiting for something to change.”

  He tilted his head, intrigued. “Do you miss it?”

  Her gaze dropped to the table for a moment before she answered. “I do. But I also think there’s something… grounding about this place. It’s raw and real in a way that’s hard to describe. There’s no hiding behind magic or illusions.”

  Noah chuckled softly. “Yeah, I guess we’re pretty straightforward around here. No enchanted forests or glowing rivers—just a lot of dirt and hard work.”

  Nova smiled faintly, but her expression quickly grew serious. “What did you think of the tome?” she asked, her voice measured. “The one from my world.”

  Noah set his can down, leaning forward slightly. “It’s… a lot,” he admitted, his brow furrowing. “There’s so much in there about the World Tree, about how magic connects everything. But the part that really stuck out? The warnings. The mentions of imbalance, corruption—how things can go wrong if the tree isn’t nurtured properly.”

  Nova nodded, her gaze steady. “The World Tree isn’t just a source of magic; it’s a reflection of the balance between worlds. If it falters, everything connected to it falters too.”

  He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “No pressure, right?” he joked, though there was a clear edge of concern in his tone.

  “You’re not alone in this, Noah,” Nova said firmly. “The World Tree chose you for a reason. It believes in your potential—and so do I.”

  Her words lingered in the air, a quiet assurance that seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders. Noah nodded, his gaze meeting hers. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

  The moment stretched between them, a silent understanding passing in the stillness of the afternoon. Outside, the wind picked up slightly, rustling the leaves of the sapling in the yard. The sound was faint but rhythmic as if the young tree were breathing in tune with the quiet energy of the land.

  Nova broke the silence, her gaze steady and inviting. “You said you had questions about the tome. I’ll do my best to answer them,” she offered, her voice calm yet resolute.