One: First Job
I sat on the balcony, and I stared out at the endless blue.
Icarus lived on a small island by himself.
Well, I live here now.
His home is a tower.
The structure resembles a lighthouse.
"Sunny," Icarus called.
I stood and made my way into the study.
He explained to me a bit about his work, but I still didn't quite grasp what it was that he did.
He told me that a higher power spoke to him and gave him jobs to do.
He called them a Council.
"We watch over a special group of people," he said, "And we help guide them to each other."
"Like a matchmaking service?" I asked.
It was the first thing my mind found on the topic of criteria.
"No," he said sourly, "This is bigger than that."
He wasn't the best at explaining things.
"I have your first official job," he said,
I perked up at his words.
"What kind of job?"
"As I said before," he stated, "We watch over certain people."
I nodded.
"We are not supposed to interact with them," he said, "And you absolutely do not tell them about who you are or what you do."
I didn't even know what I did. That was easy.
"I can only monitor so many at a time," he said, "I know you will excel at this."
"Here is a device that will take you to where you need to be," he said, "And when you need to be there."
Where and when?
"Why do I need a device?" I asked, "What are all the doors downstairs for?"
"Sunny," he said, "I already told you not to mess with those doors."
I wasn't.
I was simply asking.
Under this tower was like a maze, and there were hundreds of doors.
I wonder if they led to different worlds.
"Part of my job is to protect this place," Icarus stated, "This island pulls magic to it."
I understood that part.
"The doors draw in magic from other places," he said, "You never know where one of them will take you unless you know the exact door to use."
I nodded.
"Icarus?" I asked, "How am I supposed to guide someone I can't talk to?"
"It's not really like a guide," he said, "We observe and maintain."
"Observe and maintain?"
"It is our job to make sure nothing outside interferes."
What kind of outside interference is he so worried about?
"Will you be there with me?" I asked.
"I am not supposed to leave this island," he stated.
"Then how can you watch over these people?"
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