A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 154: God, Apostle, & Familiar

And the days went on like that for a while. I just lived through them, waking up as I pleased, wandering until I was found, and brought to explore the whole place which took days indeed just to explore every corner of.

     I knew that there were things I had to be doing, people I had to be seeing, messes I had to be cleaning, obligations I had to be fulfilling-

     "Firea," Magaris called out to me as water from the fountain trickled off my hands. It wasn't like water I'd ever seen before. That one was sparkly, like the white streaks of sunlight that a pool might have on a smooth surface, but also thick like it wasn't really water. It dropped from my hands like it was...full. I didn't really know how to explain it. Heavy? Like it had more substance than regular water, as if regular water was lifeless and thin. "Aren't you coming? We have to make lunch. Master Keir will be here soon."

     Her voice had somehow become the melody of my life. I didn't recall her Status having anything about charming in it - it was probably that [Soothing] Skill she was activating passively if anything - but I heard it, it called me, and I went to answer as fast as I could.

     Being there, it was just so easy to forget about the rest of the world. It was blank. The space was therapeutic that way, with no triggers of any sort. Nothing that reminded me of anything.

     "Magaris," I trotted up, wearing black shorts and a shirt just like her dress, which looked the same as the one she wore every other day. "That water is strange."

     I reached up for her hand, which she gladly let me take, and we began to walk. It was something we did every day, going for hours at a time. It was "the thing" to do, in our eyes, so that no one could say that in that blank place there was "nothing to do."

     "I know. It's different from the one at the river where we do laundry, isn't it?"

     "Yes," I nodded, filing that information away into my brain. We left the tall thing behind, a structure of again not stone or metal but something I couldn't quite identify. It looked like plastic, but it wasn't shiny. It was solid and heavy like stone, but it didn't have the consistency or the feel. It was strong and hard to damage in any way, like metal, but it wasn't cold to the touch and didn't heat up quickly. "It is."

     So yes. I woke up when the sun was high enough, plucked the same black clothes out of a dresser that had appeared the second day I was awake there, and ran off to find Magaris in that big place. She would scoop me up to bring me to breakfast, where magically, that God of Darkness would be present. He would antagonize me just for the sake of it, while Magaris would peacefully keep the balance of communication between us all, and then we would clean up, and then he would disappear.

     Then, we went for a walk, exploring yet another chapter of the great book we came to live in, and then came back to make lunch, and Keir would be there again. Somehow, the same conversation was had, but it wasn't really boring just like how last time it wasn't boring either. Then, we'd clean up, and he would leave again. Magaris would take me to where great, overgrown orchards produced fruit and vegetables that never seemed to wilt, and we would harvest. Then, we'd go down to a river with more sparkly, pure water, and do laundry, even though our clothes were never dirty. Then, we'd come back and bake enough bread and confections to throw a party.

     It was like living in some sort of strange dream. Though, not in even my wildest dreams, any of the ones I'd ever had so far, did I imagine that I would be living with Magaris in a place as big as palaces put together that was more fantasy than the place we'd both come from. And, having Keir there three times a day making civil conversation with a maid that always made enough for three. And, being able to just relax and truly, truly forget.