Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton

Chapter 13: The All-Power

Marythiya had written down Quinchitell's prophecy in her notebook where she made a checklist of the seven Guardians. With John Nobody successfully joining the Survivor Gods they all returned to the bunker. The return trip was much calmer; the storm that ravaged the cruel desert on the way there had subsided. Dust and calmer winds remained, but the storm was now a distant memory.

Marythiya looked up from her notebook, the pencil attached by a string now dangling without a care, swinging in the soft winds of the calm desert. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Despite the winds and dust settling, the sun still beat down on her without mercy. The rest of the group seemed to feel the same, all except for Po-Tah.

He was unaffected by the sun's scorching rays due to the simple fact that he was the God of weather. Marythiya was envious. She would give anything to not suffer in this valiant heat.

"How much longer until we're back in the bunker?" Ataxia asked, interrupting Marythiya's train of thought.

"We aren't far, no more than thirty minutes," Quinchitell said. Of course he knew, he was the God of time. Marythiya felt jealousy infect her mind. She had always been envious of the other Gods and Goddesses. Ataxia and John Nobody had their raw strength, Po-Tah had immunity to the weather, and Quinchitell was a God of time itself. How can I compare? She thought to herself.

Negative thoughts of herself clouded her mind, fueling the envy she had of the other Survivor Gods, and the other Gods in general. She felt as though she was useless and a burden compared to the others, but she needed to keep going, she needed to stop Chaos and prevent him from hurting anyone else. Marythiya pushed all her negative thoughts away.

Marythiya thought positive thoughts–You are strong. You are worthy. You are useful–trying to drown out all the negative things she thought of herself and the envy she had of others. With some quiet deep breaths she managed to calm down and think rationally, continuing on the journey without interruption.

The rest of the group, oblivious to Marythiya's near panic attack, moved across the desert land without problem. Now that Marythiya was calm and collected, she noticed how loud the awkward silence was. She opened her mouth to break the silence when John Nobody interrupted her.

"Do you ever wonder why we were chosen for this?" John Nobody said, looking up at the sky as he walked and talked, his voice contemplative as he kicked up the dust that resonated on the earth. The others looked over to John as he said it, and Marythiya's mouth closed as he talked. "I mean, I'm just a lowly mage who can do a bit more magic than your average Mageborn," John said.

In the time after John had defeated Po-Tah in battle, the Survivor Gods had learned that John Nobody was a Mageborn, a race of Humanoids who had the rare ability to manipulate any kind of magic from birth. In appearance the Mageborns seemed no different from any average Human, but arcane ran through their blood, which gave them the ability to use magic.

"That's completely untrue," Marythiya said, surprised at John Nobody's doubt. "You're the most powerful Mageborn to live on this Earth," she said to him. She had been so caught up in the imprisoning thoughts in her mind she had neglected to realize other people had their own doubts and envy.

John smiled at her gratefully, her supportive words clearly having a positive effect on his thoughts of himself. Marythiya felt a warm feeling in her heart, one that reassured her that she was worth people's time. Especially someone as powerful as John Nobody, the All-Power. She felt more powerful in a way, a way that told her she could stand proud alongside the other Gods and Mortals, despite her lack of traditional strength.

"Thanks, Marythiya, that really helped." John seemed to glow with gratitude, his mood and spirit obviously uplifted by Marythiya's compliment. Marythiya was happy to see John uplifted by her words; it felt good to know she was wanted.