Daughter Of Nymph And God

Alivilda

I shook Syndi's hand and smiled. I was feeling welcome in this 'new' land. But whenever I questioned Syndi about the wounds I gave him earlier, he seemed like all he wanted to do was hold back. Like I was some delicate feminine flower. Ha. Bullshit.

I looked to Waglington and gave him a few essence berries. "Enjoy." I giggled a little. I wasn't usually like this. I guess people not knowing who you are lets you be free. It felt nice, being new. "Why thank you, madam." He chuckled and ate them. I looked to Syndi and he had a sort of grimance on his face. What? Why? I just 'held' his hand for fucks sake. Like three seconds, goddamn. That's a record.

Syndi coughed and took a golden bag from his back pocket. "Oh! My father has one of those!" I said happily and looked over his shoulder at it. Or from around his back. He was tall, I was fairly short.

"He does? Who's your dad?" Wag asked and Syndi sort of growled. It was soft, I could barely hear it. "I mean, they're sort of easy to make, but really, who's your dad?"

I gulped. I could not believe I was about to lie. But I heard Syndi say he knew Dianite's daughter gave him the wound, and if I said I was Dianite's daughter... I'd be dead.

"I should have said had..." I whispered. "He died a while back."

Syndi looked over at me and gripped my shoulder, rubbing it softly with his thumb. I tensed, and he took his hand back.

"Sorry, Ali." He whispered. I tensed again. "Alvie. Not Ali. Please." I was already known by two names, I couldn't get three. I'd be in enough trouble if a nymph or elf found me here, getting nurses back to health by the one I almost killed. If I was know to them by two.... or three.... I'd never get out alive. Wherever I am getting out of, I don't know.

"Sorry." He said again, and scratched the back of his neck. "It's okay, Syndi. Its just I like my name. It's what my father wanted, so I'd rather stick with it." It was true. Alivilda was my fathers idea. Not my mothers.

"Okay. None taken, then?" He grinned as if asking forgiveness.

I scowled. "What in the nether does none taken mean. I've had things taken before, and I haven't seen you take anything! Did you take something?!" I got up in his green tinted face and heard him gulp.

"Alvie. It's just a saying." I heard Wag say and I turned around. I looked to the both of them multiple times. Syndi was still looking at me like something was wrong, and Wag looked sympathetic. I hated it. "S-Stop looking at me like that. The both of you. Especially you, Syndi! No, you! Wag! Stop looking at me like that! Both of you!" I stammered out, it was shrill sounding. My Mianite. My voice is shrill. Why?!

I started to head for the tree, and saw the two of them following me. "Stop!" I yelled. My voice was still shrill. I hated it. Syndi tried to run up next to me and I screamed, causing the both of them to cover their ears and screech as well. I backed up the stairs behind the tree, heading up towards the silvertree temple. Upon turning around I saw a portal to my father's dimension. Home. The Nether. I sprinted, my legs feeling oddly better since earlier.

"Alvie! No!" Syndi and Wag yelled in unison. I ignored them and sprinted to the portal and felt the water like purple engulf me into the world I called home more than the overworld.

I ran towards Dad's palace, and heard the all too familiar whoosh. "Dad!" I shrieked, falling to the netherbrick floor in tears. He came next to my now frail body and held me.

He rubbed my back with his nails, as he knew it always calmed me. Somehow, even having a father that was a monster in some's eyes, I always found comfort in his monstrous qualities. For one, when his claws rubbed my back I always started to feel better. His horns always let me know there was a bull inside me, ready to attack someone if they hurt those important to me or myself in general.