Believe [Discontinued]

Chapter 2

Edd POV-

I look down at the map in front of me. I have rewritten it so many times that I had to use another paper to draw it. With how old I was, the land has surely changed over millennia and so have the people.

Could it be that it's time to move locations?

The people have grown less kind, maybe without me they will change?

Will it be good for them?

I sigh, the only thing I can do now is focus on protecting my new family member.

Humans are so much more fragile than I remember...

Thinking back to the odd items Tom had, maybe he was injured?

What concerns me almost as much as the bandages is the shackle a round his neck....

I grimace into a deep dark glare.

I am a God of Creation...the humans dare to treat my hospitality as a joke?

I? The only reason they prosper peacefully for more than a mere century?

Perhaps I should move homes....as fun as it was to be here....I have had enough of the insolent humans that disrespect me!

Thinking back to how Tom looks, I can only think that Tom is under loved....

To lack love....

He has parents right? If not then....

With that thought in mind, I stand up and put a way the new map in one of my drawers.

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Tom turns the oven off and heads over to the door of the kitchen. He opens the door and start to head down the hall it lead into. The house has only one story, but has many rooms.

About six or more rooms.

One being his room, One being Mr. Edd's and another being the art studio.

That's three but the other three...not including the two bathrooms, dinner room and the kitchen....

Out of fear of upsetting Mr. Edd, he does not peek to satiate his curiosity.

But then something odd happened, a sound.

A soft sound like an animal.

He then looks back to the little information he was given. Since the people of the village didn't want him to do well and be abandoned by even a Creation God, they gave him barely any information to please Mr. Edd.

Sigh....I wonder why Mr. Edd is unhappy with being my Master?

I suppose I must prove my use to be considered such a luxury.