Add to my list of grossest things, 'Naked Ugly Dwarf who wears a funny hat and scratches his own butt publicly.' Imagine a face only a mother could have loved. Yep. That's how ugly he was.
When I turned and saw him floating beside me, all I could say was, "What the heck are you?"
After he heard me yelp, and ask him a stupid question, he laughed like a little dwarf being squeezed to death (Trust me, I've heard one.) , and scratched his butt. It took all of my willpower not to puke, and freak out. I thought I'd rather stare at the fire thing above me, than to look at this ugly chap. Believe me, he's really that ugly. No offense though. I'm just being completely honest.
"That's not what I want to be asked, son." He said giggling with the pleasure of him scratching his own butt.
"I mean, who are you?" I asked. "And how did you just pop out?"
He grinned. "I am Yggdrasil, son." He said. "And I believe your world recognize me as the World Tree."
"You're Igg-what?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yggdrasil, kid!" He answered. "Say it with me."
" I G - D R A - S I L," He made me say it syllable by syllable, and it made me feel silly, I even remembered when my Mom used to teach me how to read when I was kid. And I did a terrible job on it.
Mom, I thought. I really miss Mom. Thinking about her makes me want to hide under a rock, and cry forever. Even speaking her name, and her memories, I couldn't help stop my tears from rolling down my cheeks.
I swept a tear from my cheek.
"How are you a world tree?" I asked.
He winced slightly, and grinned at me.
"Wrong. kid." He explained. "I am the World Tree."
He said the word, 'the' making quotation marks in the air with his fingers.
Wait. This man is a tree? How terribly impossible is that? I know about Evolution Theory and stuff, but I couldn't find any clue of this dude being 'The World Tree' as he said it. I even tried to study him more, but I could find no branches, and no roots. Not even a trunk.
"So," I said, "If you're really the world tree, then will you please explain to me what the heck is going on."
He flew a few feet away, and chanted something under his breath. After almost a minute of non-stop bewitched chanting, his body began to change form. A bright light illuminated him from within, and he made me avert my eyes for a second because of too much brightness my eyes could've burned off its sockets.
I yelped in surprise. Moments later, the ridiculous light finally subsided, and I could now look at him well.
Maybe he evolved to something uglier. I thought.
When I looked at him, I got literal goosebumps when I saw an exactly different man or creature or dwarf or whatever he was.
He looks like a real man now, and he didn't seem like he just transformed from an incredibly ugly dwarf.
His shining green eyes illuminates his amazing white aura. He had a long brown hair flowing like a river along his shoulders. His face looked Jewish, and he looks exactly like the Jesus actor of 'The Passion of the Christ.' He wears a classic white medieval shirt inside, and a green robe like that of a king's.
I used my willpower to recover my senses, and man-up.
"Whaa—what just happened?" I asked.
He smiled politely, and grinned at me.
"This is how I really look now in this exact era kid." He said.
"It's called evolution." He continued. "Just like the Nine Realms, I also evolved from an ugly scratch of creation."
"Please speak English." I said raising an eyebrow.
"Not one of those Darwinians, eh?" He said laughing in delight.
"I'm not a big fan of the theory of me evolving from a monkey."
He laughed again, now sounding like a great man.
"Yeah." He said. "Me too, kid."
"That guy, Darwin," He continued. "He made a ridiculous idea. Man evolving from a monkey? Haha. That's ridiculous! I could've believed him if I didn't witness man's creation itself. "
"He was right about the evolution thing though," he said as he made a hand gesture of a reversed triangle without its bottom line, "It was right we all came from something worse and smaller."
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STEPHEN LITERATE
FantasyA fantastical history of a young aspiring writer named Stephen from the mysterious family of Literates. He's a young orphan who lives alone by himself, not acknowledged by anybody, and a sad truth, nobody treated him as a friend. He was the one who...
