Game of Hunger

"I warned you of this! I have warned you all! You have angered the Gods, and the Gods will have their revenge!" The old bearded man spoke with an angry voice. He balled his fists at the sky and screamed at the dark clouds that had formed in under five minutes. Just a moment ago the sky had been blue and clear and beautiful. Jem had witnessed it when he arrived.
"'t Is a bad omen, m'boy..." A woman told him. "Some say it's the end."
"The end of what?"
"The end of the world as we know it."
Well, fuck me then. He thought. Of fucking course it was the fucking end of the world. Jem came from a world filled with zombies. Dead people that had eaten countless of his friends and acquaintances while he ran. He somehow managed to escape that bleak past and got sent to some kind of medieval town instead, but barely 30 minutes later it seemed that this world was equally doomed. It makes a man think whether the problem lies with him, and not the world he's in. Maybe he was the source of all this despair. Fuck it.
"I'm out of here." He whined, grabbing the bag the woman had just made for him with one hand, and the reins of the horse with the other.
"Where are you going? You can't outrun the oncoming storm, boy!"
Maybe he couldn't, no. But if he was going to die, he might as well die trying. 

I thought I would scare you. The man answered. Or the boy. It was hard to tell how old he was. Late teens, maybe; a little older than Carolyn, a little younger than Jem. His hair was jet black and his skin looked tanned by the sun. Judging by his built, Jem assumed he was a blacksmith. One strong arm and some burn scars here and there. He didn't look threatening at all now that he had had a better look. Maybe it had just been Jem's imagination.

My name is Argos. The black-haired boy spoke. But I'm more interested in who you are. He noted, pointing at Carolyn's hands. Where did you learn that trick ?

Trick ? What trick ? Had Jem missed something while he was staring at the young boy ? What had Carolyn done ? Now there were two boys staring at the blonde.

Aye caramba:

That depends. The boy answered. What's a school ?

Aaah, of course. Other world, other customs. The young blacksmith probably never attended school. In fact, the chance that he even knows what it is is very small. This world looked semi-medieval. Poor children must've gone without an education. Especially one like the young lady hinted at. What sort of school teaches you witchcraft ? Jem wanted to know.

Shakira:

Hmm. Something fishy was going on here. Jem could tell. But if the girl truly had magic powers, he might want to keep her close. Whether he believed in it or not would be a problem for later. Right now, he just shut up about it (as Carolyn pleaded).

The other boy, though, wasn't so easy to convince. Illusions ?  Circus ?

Aye aye:

Soooooooooo... Jem began. What now ? He completely forgot his purpose here. Initially it had been: "get away from the storm", but since that chapter had passed, his next mission was probably going to be titled: "survive". Survive. Like every day. Though by the looks of it, this place didn't have any zombies. GOOD. Carolyn, what's your plan ? What are you gonna do ? Coming with us ?

Okay... okay... that's the suckiest plan he ever heard. But all right. Jem nodded, then pointed at the boy. You're gonna have to let him go then. We'll probably need a guide, as neither of us seems to be of this world. He's our best shot.