Prime (Book 1 of the Godling Trilogy)

7- (Back)Story Time

(Back)Story  Time

I've pretty much always been the type to find myself in trouble. I never actively went looking for conflict. It always found me. Throughout my life, not only have I been good at getting into fights at school I just have always been that one person who gets lost in the forest for six hours, or accidentally adds too much of one chemical to the chemistry project and makes the entire school have to evacuate. Now, I was just going out to have a peaceful late night/ early morning swim and I ended up meeting someone who sounded like they were gonna skin me alive.

"Are you going to kill me?' I gasped.

He froze, like he had been put on pause but the cogs of his brain worked for a few seconds. Then he laughed, "No, no. Sorry, that sounded super ominous. I was saying it with a more 'You should be warned not to associate with demi-titans especially if they are in their most powerful state'. But don't worry, it's chill, I don't partake in all that war stuff."

"Oh, thank god," I exhaled.

He didn't stop to correct me.

Wow, things had taken an unexpected turn and then they wrenched right back to normal. I wasn't sure what to think of this guy, everyone here seemed to have a weird sense of humor. I could never tell if they were being serious because the subject was usually pretty dark. I didn't entirely trust him, but he wasn't actively trying to kill me at the moment so that was good. Plus, he had tried to save me before even though I didn't need to be saved. Maybe he was playing mind games.

"So, what are you doing here so late?" he asked, he seemed curios but not nosey.

"Nightmare," I replied quickly.

"Ugh, those are the worst, you chose the right place to come though," he said. Gesturing out over the pool, the water glistened enticingly but I no longer felt let going in. Something about choking and thrashing around stuck in my brain, not allowing me to look at the water for too long.

"So why are you here?" I questioned casually.

"I like to swim," he replied plainly.

"Oh, alright, I think I should probably get back to bed now," I said softly, standing up, still sopping wet.

"Okay, sleep well; I'll probably see you in the morning," he said, "Sorry for scaring you like that."

I shrugged, not making eye contact, "It's okay as long as you don't do it again."

"Wait, one last thing," he called as I began to turn and walk away.

As I looked back at him, he gestured with his hand like a motion to pull me towards him and before I could comment I noticed the water in my hair and clothes began to isolate, being drawn towards him, leaving me dry. It was then that I realized he could control water, not just breathe it, it was kind of awesome.

"Thanks," I said softly, then paced out of the room before he could say anything more.

I don't really remember the trip back to my room; my brain was too concerned with other things for me to be paying any mind to what I was doing.

When I got back to my room and opened the door, I stepped through my foot landing on something that crinkled beneath my toes. I bent down to pick up a small sheet of paper with writing scrawled on it. It was a list, from Sebastian, with every floor written on it.

I had to smile to myself; he had taken the time to write down all ninety stories just to prevent me from getting lost. I set down the sheet of paper on the night stand and flopped into bed, this time sleeping soundly without dreams or nightmares that I could remember.