I Tame Radiant Beasts!

"The people wouldn't be pleased Thundel, you know that, don't you?" Draya questioned, raising a brow as she moved Mike.

"Oh, come on, look at him, I think he's a him. Anyways, he looks so much like us, he could be a distant relative, and he's a radiant. We can't eat a fellow radiant, you know that."

The two little creatures bickered between each other. To take this strange creature to their abode or not to take.

The little creatures walked for about thirty minutes, slogging along with a strange man. They suddenly stopped and Thundel left Mike to Draya and walked forward.

The dwarf pointed his hand forward, his palm opened and a swirling irregular wave of water formed on his hand. It was like the air part in that moment. Like curtains had been draped over an area, and the dwarf's hand had turned them over and opened.

Thundel walked forward, leading on, and Draya carried Mike in her thick, large arms. Though Draya was a female dwarf and Thundel was male, Mike could not notice any physical difference between them, not with the wooden armour dress they had on. They both had thick brows, thick beards, a deep voice and arms like trunks, traits Mike knew as being almost exclusive to males.

Mike got carried into a small community of dwarves. Their beautiful huts were eye-catching with their unique shapes, and the flowers at which they adorned them.

Dozens of such beautiful huts were about the expanse, as far as Mike could observe. Most of his senses had returned to him, and he was simply in awe, his mouth opened as he looked around.

The whole community was like a page ripped out from a fantasy book. It was heavenly and fairytale-esque.

Mike's worries reduced greatly when the huts came in sight, the dwarves weren't simply burly short barbarics after all, they had a somewhat good eye in beautifying their environments.

Mike heard the laughter and snorts of children, and then he saw the culprits run past him. They stopped once they did, locking their eyes on him, they were curious, who was this fellow? What was he?

The continent of Reas was a largely desolate small continent with simply simple beasts, radiant beasts and the indigenous dwarves harbouring. An existence like Mike was like an angel falling out of the sky, and it intrigued the bunch further as they noticed, that unlike their neighbors, the numerous radiant beasts, this man, this creature shared many traits with them.

"He's big and small." Said a child, and Draya collapsed into laughter, her thick hands bouncing off her belly.

"He is so." Thundel said.

Now, Mike was on his feet walking by himself, his senses fully regained. The group walked between the huts and as they did, eyes were fixed at them.

Creatures, identical to Thundel and Draya watched Mike, and then, they began approaching.

"What is it?"

"It is so thin?"

"Is it one of us?"

"It doesn't have the smell."

The dwarves stormed Draya and Thundel over their new friend. Mike averted their gazes, keeping his eyes on the ground.

'They are taking me to their place, but why?'

When Mike took his face off the ground, he saw that the three of them now stood in front of a hut that was shaped out of a tree. It was ancient as it was sturdy.

He turned to the dwarves by his sides and to the others that watched him from a distance.

"What is this about?"

The door of the hut opened with a little creek, and slowly parted, and out of it came an old dwarf who walked with a stick. The dwarf bore white old hairs, and compared to those Mike had seen so far, he was thinner, no doubt he was incredibly old.

'Is this the chief of this community, and by god what are these little fuckers?'

His mind drifted to possibly running once more, and then he thought of the abilities the dwarves displayed, the might of earth and water. How was that possible? Not only was that eccentric, the creatures before him weren't beings he knew existed where he came from.

'Didn't I spot two suns earlier? And how long was I out?' He questioned himself.

The ancient dwarf slowly walked to him, and once it got to the human, it took his hands. Mike could feel its hard, calloused hands, it made his skin crawl a little, but he stomached it.

Under its bushy white brows, Mike saw that it was blind.

'This whole thing is strange.'

The dwarf opened its mouth, and Mike noticed as the other dwarves including Draya and Thundel leaned forward to listen to its words.

"I am not mistaken, this creature is a distant taller cousin, a creation of our father God Rólos." The dwarf said with the driest voice Mike had ever heard.

The dwarves gasped, though Mike for some reason could tell that it was a good thing. Their reactions made him feel special at that moment.

A dwarf threw up his arm, his fist balled, am he screamed, "Let us have a feast celebrating this brother!"

"Yes!"

The dwarves all agreed to this, a feast to celebrate finding a rare thing, and a relative.

A bunch of dwarven children stormed forward and carried Mike up like he was a celebrity of some sort.

Though Mike was largely worried about his presence in this strange foreign land, and his inability to understand the dwarves' words, the moment elated him, and he forgot his worries.

The suns began setting, the night was nigh and what better time to have a feast than at the beautiful night time.

Tables were set, fruits, vegetables and meat were placed.

Mike watched as dwarves with just a mere rhythmic movement of their arms were able to control wood. Wood sprouted from the ground in accordance to their will.

Mike jumped when it first happened, and he thought back to his confrontation with the dwarves, how he had made use of the wind. He looked to his hand.

"That was me, wasn't it? The chains, the powerful breeze, that was all me."

He turned away from the dwarves, and walked to a corner. All his life, Mike had always preferred silent corners, no better place to feel at peace.

He looked to the rows of trees before him, and then turned back to the feast. Some dwarves busied themselves lighting up torches with their flame abilities, it was beautiful and mystical.

He clenched his right fist, moved his right foot, and then he swung his arm to the side. He had expected a gust of wind like last time, however, nothing came up this time around, he had merely swiped to the side.

His face contorted to a frown, and he was about to try the move once more when a voice called his attention.

It was Thundel.

"Come brother."

Mike still didn't understand him, yet he was aware that Thundel wanted him to come forward.