God of Magix

Chapter 3 - From Trolls to Team Names!

(With Mori)

Mori's senses were fully engaged as he stood amidst the construction site of his new home. He could hear the distant chirping of birds soaring high above, their V-shaped shadows briefly passing over him and the other creatures tethered to gravity. "Man, this is peaceful. Can't wait until-"

"Ow! Hey, watch where you're hammering that thing!" shouted one of Mori's clones, rubbing his sore toe.

"Well, you need to watch where you're going!" retorted another clone, his voice edged with irritation.

"You looking for trouble?"

"Trouble just found you!"

"Oh, yeah?!"

"Yeah!"

Mori groaned as he opened his eyes, turning his gaze over his shoulder to find two of his clones engaged in a brawl within a small cloud of dust. Their exaggerated movements, hands and legs flailing comically, were both chaotic and amusing. His construction team of clones had been diligently working on his new home, and judging by the progress, they were nearing completion of the utilities.

With a sigh, Mori rose from his spot and walked over to the site. He observed the remaining thirty clones preparing to install the roof-the final and crucial component of the structure. "Thank Kami," he muttered with relief. As he approached, he noticed a clone with a red bandanna walking toward him. This clone, marked by the bandanna, was the supervisor of the construction.

The supervisor clone stopped in front of Mori and reported, "We're almost done here, boss. Now, as for the furniture..." He paused, noticing Mori raise a hand.

"Don't worry about that," Mori said with a thoughtful expression. "Ms. Faragonda mentioned that she has some furniture available in Alfea. I'll send a clone to retrieve it."

The supervisor clone looked at Mori with concern. "Are you troubled by what Ms. Faragonda told you... about the Three Heavenly Kings?"

Mori nodded, his gaze drifting skyward. "Yeah. It's a beautiful day, though. I think I'll take a walk in the forest and maybe meditate on a tall tree. Once you're done here, make sure one of you disperses at a time, waiting ten seconds between each. I don't want another headache like last time."

The supervisor clone nodded in understanding. Mori then leapt into the trees, starting his familiar routine of hopping from branch to branch.

As Mori navigated the vast network of trees and plants, his mind wandered back to the conversation he'd had with the elderly fairy earlier.

(Flashback-The Night of the Ball-Two Hours Later)

(Faragonda's Office)

Ms. Faragonda, Griselda, and Mori were in the former's private quarters, the party having ended and the girls having returned to their dorms. The two elder fairies stood behind Faragonda's desk, while Mori stood in front of it, clutching a scroll in his right hand.

"Well, what is it, Mr. Mori? It's late, and I'm ready for bed," Griselda said, her voice tinged with crankiness as she adjusted her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes.

Faragonda nodded in agreement. "Indeed."

"I'm sorry, but this can't wait," Mori said, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "I was attacked tonight." The revelation surprised the fairies.

"What? When?" Griselda asked, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as she straightened, her alertness spiking.

Faragonda's expression shifted to one of grave seriousness as she snapped to full alert. "Explain everything," she commanded.