After publishing my last Wattpad story, I thought this draft of Discovery was already in the queue. But when I sat down to post it, I realized the most recent chapter had already been published, and this one didn’t have a finished draft. At first I toyed with the idea of kicking the story for later this month, but then I realized with everything else swirling in my mind, that wouldn’t have helped. So instead of procrastinating I grabbed the first draft and dove right into the editing process.
The saying, history rarely stays buried (that might not be an exact quote), is true for a reason. In this entry of Discovery, we find two different individuals entrenched in conversation. One focused on his tankard, the other focused on his mission. Jarvis comes seeking a way forward, searching for a way to weave through centuries of mistrust. But to earn even the faintest chance of progress, he must first understand the wounds of the past.
This is a story of discovery, not just of technology or lost paths, but of perspective. Jarvis brings tools and hope, but his conversation with Gilras reveals truths that can’t be charted by sensors or magic. As they share food, drink, and memories, their exchange becomes more than diplomacy. It becomes a mirror held to generations of pain and pride.
If you enjoy stories rooted in character conflict, history-woven fantasy, and a touch of sci-fi influence, this one’s for you. Will Jarvis’s inquires find purchase? Or will Gilras refuse his pleas of reuniting a lost alliance?
“Jarvis, I thought we talked about this during your last visit.” The dwarven king lifted a full tankard of ale and placed it in front of his guest. “We consider not drinking a freely offered drink to be rude.”
Jarvis’s lips twitched as he reclaimed the mug. He hesitated, then sipped the frothy ale.
“Come now, my friend, you cannot just sip the ale.” Gilras clapped his hands and beamed as he raised his own tankard into the air, before draining it and slamming it down like a hammer. Before silence could settle, he burst into a fit of gregarious laughter. “Drink! Be merry! This is a harsh world, and you must claim every peaceful moment that you can find.”
“I cannot match drinks with you,” Jarvis said, shaking his head. He pressed his fingers against his forehead as he swayed in his seat. Jarvis slid the mug towards the king. “Not with my limited constitution.”
Gilras’s laughter redoubled as he lifted a pad from the table. After activating the device, the king thumbed through the documents, opening one of them. “Your equipment is fascinating. You could transcribe our entire history into one of these?”
Jarvis smiled as he sliced a piece off his steak and speared the freed portion of his meal. He pointed at the device with the skewered bite. “Everything you have and so much more.”
“Unfortunately,” Gilras muttered as he wiped his arm across his mouth. He dropped the tablet and slid it toward his guest. “The elves won’t even talk with you.”
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