A/N: Chapter Three written by Adri
"What's up with the blue hair? I thought human hair colors only range from blond to black." Katyria asked, with a quizzical expression drawn on her face.
"Uh…" Chris paused. "Could you not talk at this moment?" His words were barely audible, but they were heard clearly by Faorn. The transition between worlds and the Between caused many changes. It turned her hair a permanent blue, which also had exponential growth—it was always in need of a haircut. She shot up several inches, and her hearing sharpened. In ways, she was lucky. For all she knew, she could have grown passed her six-foot frame, or possibly have lost her hearing or vision. He would have explained the process of hair coloring to Katyria, but he himself was starting to doubt that fact that Faorn's hair might have been unreal.
"What?" Faorn demanded. "Who are you talking to, and what is this hoax that you are playing at?" The blue world humans were so infuriating! Well, at least this one was. It seemed as though he was hallucinating, or talking to an invisible person in this room.
Wait. Faorn wondered. Maybe there is magic on this world. It could be a cloaking spell of invisibility—just like the spells Vactriona uses sometimes.
To her, it was the only logical explanation.
"Is there another person in this room?" Faorn finally spoke.
Chris was definitely nervous now. He had every right to be. Two other-worldly girls were in the same room, and both had been able to identify each other's presence. Chris's answer hadn't come out of his mouth fast enough, and with that, Faorn clarified that there really was another person in this room.
"So, how is this person concealed?" Faorn pressed farther. "Another blue world contraption?"
Chris stared back at her with bewilderment, and then chuckled. "I stole Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility." He cracked up at his own joke, and doubled over laughing. Faorn stared at him with disbelief. These humans had very, very handy inventions.
"Cloak of invisibility?" Faorn echoed, "I would like to get one of those, maybe for a souvenir."
Chris immediately stopped laughing, "Okay, I was kidding. You weren't supposed to take that seriously. Have you ever heard of a joke?"
"Have you ever heard that I will kick you in the groin so hard, you will feel the worst pain you've had in your life?" Faorn snapped. She took a step forward.
The blue world man backed up to the door frame leading to the kitchen, "Hey, I never meant to say anything to hurt your feelings—" Chris started.
"'Hurt my feelings'? You humans are so irritating! If only I could just send you to the abyss, so I won't have anything to do with you anymore." Faorn said heatedly.
"I agree with her for the first part. You humans really can get on my nerves." Katyria agreed. "And have you noticed that she said 'you humans'? She's not from this world, Chris."
"I think I can see that." He muttered. "She's already caught on to the fact that you're invisible to her."
"The other person is not deaf, and nor am I!" Faorn snarled. "That person has definitely been here during the conversation. They would have realized I knew." After her last parts of her journeys in Natarvra, she had been turned into a were-hawk, which was a shapeshifter that could shift between a human, and their animal. Hers happened to be a hawk. And if she had been a wolf, she would have shifted right here, right now, and would have bitten Chris's head off.
"She's very right." Katyria agreed. "Chris? There's something about her. In the end, we may need to expose her to phospherant. Maybe she could help us. First, you should figure out how different she is from you."
"I thought I was going to be God." Chris groaned.
Faorn turned on him, "The gods would never accept a human to be a god! It is highly foolish, and even the gods themselves make mistakes because they can be greedy." Even though she did not know much about Natarvric Gods and Goddesses, she still knew about the great mistake, in which the Goddess of Light became corrupted, and tried to force the other gods and goddesses to bow down before her. She was over thrown, and they had vowed never to do such a thing throughout their immortal lives.