Ei's Chosen

Bearings

Book One: Chapter Thirteen

"Mmm..." Slowly waking up, the first thing Relon meets is a dim shade of purple.

Blinking as his consciousness begins to make sense of his situation, he breathes a gentle breath lifting the sheets off of his upper body.

"Am I...?" Looking around to the ornate-styled room, his suspicion is confirmed upon recognizing the familiar polearm resting against the futon he currently lays in. "I am... I'm back in Inazuma." Mind lingering to his dreamscape with Ei, his eyes furrow for a moment before he calms himself.

Shifting over to Qiqi resting peacefully, her blade on the other end of the bed, he caresses the top of her head. A smile gracing his features as he stands to his feet.

That world I dreamt of, where had it come from? Dreams are weird, yes, but... that house, the neighborhood, even the outfits we all were wearing; it all was just too surreal.

Indeed.

"The hell?!" He jumps, snapping to look around. "Who...?"

The manifestation your consciousness conjured. Your plane is much different from my own.

"You have got to be kidding me..."

It was... otherworldly. Yes, that would be the right term I suppose.

"Ei?"

Yes?

"... Tch, of course. We're one after all." He scoffs departing from the room as to not awaken his little sister.

We are-

"The Raiden Shogun. Yeah, yeah, how about you tell me something that is actually useful?" Not getting a response, he stops down the neatly decorated hall. "I thought so. If you're not going to tell me anything, then there's no reason for us to talk." He dismisses resuming his trek.

Looking out a large circular window, he is met with the sight of Inazuma in all its glory. The view seems to be from one of the palace's numerous floors as the civilians and soldiers tend to their everyday activities as noted by the stalls and other duties.

Our home is as we left it it would seem.

"Your home. I barely remember anything about this place. Only a handful of memories from the others." He corrects walking off.

You're upset.

Pausing at the simplicity of her statement, his eyes give another glance back out a window to the sky, noticing a single gray cloud begin to form within the clear sky.

It would be wise to ease your-

"Shut up!" He growls. "As far as I see it, we're nothing but strangers. Some 'god' or 'goddess' who made me her host because 'something' was happening. So considering you're not going to tell me squat about my own damn past, I seriously do not want to hear shit from you. A stranger. I'm going to figure out where Miko or Sara is so I can get my own body back as well as some answers."

... Very well.

Breathing a breath to calm his nerves, he feels the sensation of Ei disappear as does the growing storm cloud. Lingering upon the unfamiliar city, he continues on eventually finding the staircase after peeking into numerous rooms. Touching down on the first floor, he stops noticing a mirror for him to inspect his attire. Scruffy mane ending past his waist and vermilion eyes, the same as ever, with a pair of shorts and long-sleeved black shirt.