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7: Repaired
"The girl has cerebral palsy." I replied, calmly stating the verdict.
She nodded boldly, but her eyes told a different story.
They widened in shock, staring straight at me like a frightened animal. She could've been one; she was in unknown territory. These people wouldn't hunt and kill her, but something else terrible might happen.
Ignorance was never bliss.
How was it that this total stranger could identify her correctly without any trace of records?
My other friends clearly had the same question.
Fraudir silently wondered if I was kidding, but I dismissed it with a wave of my head.
Aaron nodded respectfully, and his glance implored me to say more.
I nodded back, accepting his request.
Richelle appeared completely clueless, and I could not blame her. Her perplexed stare was like a child who had just been told not to touch the stove.
Rorando cocked his head awkwardly, as though he would understand the situation simply by seeing more. He was wrong, of course.
Getting a better view could inform one, but there was a limit that could not be passed.
We were at that limit.
The problem had been identified; now, we had to examine what lay within.
Of course, I wasn't about to force the others to accept my knowledge.
They had to come about on their own time.
Unfortunately, I knew that time was hardly ever brief.
A disturbing silence hung in the air, like storm clouds brewing in the sky. The clouds thundered and boomed; I pray they would not dispel lightning. The blue paradise was completely covered now, awash in blackened wrath. Soon enough, the rain would fall into and drench everything. At that moment, a flood might rear its ugly head. The destructive powers of water could lay waste to everything in their path.
Of course, I could halt everything in a blink of an eye.
The question remained whether I would be fast enough to avert disaster.
I would soon find out as Ehlen lit the fireworks.
"She has what?"
"Cerebral palsy." I repeated.
"Isn't it MS?" Aaron put in.
I shook my head.
"No, it's CP. Muscular sclerosis and CP are completely different."
At the same time, I resisted to scream at my friends' ignorance.
There were foundations, efforts, and walks for all sorts of diseases and ailments (MS being one). Yet, despite it being one of the most common disorders ever in this world, most people did not know what cerebral palsy was, let alone how to distinguish it.
Yet if I thought this was ignorance, I was about to get an even greater taste.
Fraudir walked over, a smothering countenance in her eyes. With a prickle of dread, I realized she had once again been swallowed by her femininity.
This wouldn't end well.
"Oh you poor thing, it must be difficult having a disease…" The girl must've sensed what the response meant, for she immediately made a disgusted face.
I prayed Fraudir would take the hint, but unfortunately she was oblivious.
She leaned over to pet the girl's back, but never finished the action.
What happened next took everyone but me aback.
Knowing the situation, I'm surprised she didn't do something worse.
The girl may have been handicapped, but she was fast.
In a matter of seconds, she shot up, stiff as a board. A hostile glare overtook her and she bore into Fraudir. Then, without warning, her right hand whipped up.
It may as well have been a whip, because she used it so harshly that Fraudir recoiled instantaneously.
A deafening sound resounded through the area as the girl's wrathful hand connected with Fraudir's face. Her glare was stronger than ever now, as it was mere inches away within a fraction of a second.
This time, the victim finally got the message.
Fraudir threw her head down and stumbled backward.
All the other mortals let out astonished gasps. Their mouths hung agape, amplifying their shock.
I shut my eyes, resisting the urge to chide them for their stupidity.
Unfortunately, their reaction was expected.
Stereotypes dictated handicapped people were helpless.
Many believed that it was a miracle if they showed any understanding of the world around them.
If disabled people took any action, they were bound to be met by even more swarming.
It was a pity that my people had developed technology that was beyond impressive and accomplished indescribable feats, yet they could not even begin to comprehend the simple task of seeing what lie within another's heart.
That was why I was there, to teach them that valuable skill.
Unfortunately, I would have to let them express themselves first.
"You naughty girl!" Richelle shouted, her tone now truly reflecting that of a mother.
"I don't believe it…" Rorando still stared in awe.
"Come now, was that really necessary?" Aaron still kept his smooth tone, yet his eyes flickered with concern for both the people involved.
"Apologize to her!" Ehlen roared.
Fraudir slowly brought her head back up her left hand going to her cheek, where the girl had made direct contact.
"Ow… What was that for? I was just trying to be nice…"
My chance to intervene stuck out like a sore thumb.
I seized it without a second thought.
"Fraudir, please don't do that again."
"But, why?" Fraudir stared at me blankly, her answer reminding me of a toddler.
Being the adult in the situation, I gave her my honest answer.
"There is a fine line between kindness and smothering. You crossed that line, and received the reward."
Fraudir still stared at me dumbly, as though I had just said the sky was falling.
Unfortunately, before I could continue, Ehlen snatched the floor away from me.
"That doesn't make slapping people all right!"
I held up my hands, shaking my head sternly.
"In a way, it does. Disabled people are not from other dimensions; they deserve to be treated just like you and I. Being overly nice shoves the disability in their faces, and only irritates them."
"I see." Aaron commented wisely.
Fraudir nodded as well and a smile played on my lips.
The girl would never have to worry about me, as my duty did not allow discrimination against my people.
Yet, through this misfortune, she had gained another ally. Although the latter barely understood, it was a vital first step.
Fraudir noticed my smile widening, and returned the favor.
Yet before we could continue playing our game, Rorando brought us back on topic.
"So, what exactly is cerebral palsy?"
"Doesn't it make one retarded?" Richelle questioned.
"It can. Fortunately, this girl has nothing wrong with her mental abilities. I can easily sense that someone is cognitively impaired, because I've dealt with disabled people before."
"If it's not retardation, then what is it?" Ehlen put in.
"Cerebral palsy is an incurable neurological disorder. There are several different types, and no two cases are exactly the same, even if they are diagnosed as the same type. Cerebral palsy is typically diagnosed at birth, although it can be also found in children up to two years old. Damage is usually done before the baby's birth."
"So what was screwed up?" Ehlen asked bluntly.
"The damage occurred in part of the brain known as the cerebral cortex. The cerebral cortex is the brain's master switch. It controls many different functions, including cognitive thoughts, motor abilities, learning, vision, hearing, memory, hand eye coordination, the nervous system, and emotion. "
"How long has she got?" Rorando interrogated, a concerned look crossing his face.
"As long as a normal person. Cerebral palsy is not fatal, but it is chronic. It is a disorder, not a disease. The difference is a disease gets better or worse, while disorder stays the same. Unfortunately, if the symptoms of cerebral palsy are not managed, one can become trapped in one's own body."
"What exactly does the word cerebral palsy mean?" Richelle interrogated.
I nodded approvingly.
"A wise question indeed. Cerebral comes from the cerebral cortex. Palsy actually stands for paralysis, but this does not mean people with cerebral palsy are immobile. However, many of them have difficulty moving their muscles, or involuntary functions."
"How does one contract cerebral palsy anyway?" Ehlen questioned, again stating his mind.
"There are many different factors that can result in CP, and even times when there is no factor to determine. CP is most common in babies that are born prematurely, as they encompass half of all cases. Other causes can be hypoxia (lack of oxygen, particularly during birth), low birth weight, infections of the mother that spread to the baby, fetal stroke, physical trauma during pregnancy, and abuse of substances.
While cerebral palsy has a number of causes before birth, several things can result in it obtained in the early years after birth. These causes include illnesses affecting the brain (such as meningitis), poisoning (particularly from lead), physical trauma to the brain (such as falling on one's head), near-drowning, and violent shaking. However, CP after birth makes up less than 10% of the cases."
"You said that cerebral palsy could be a mental disorder; what did you mean by that?" Fraudir brought up the seemingly forgotten topic from earlier, and she was no longer tending to her wounded cheek.
"This girl was one of the lucky ones; she only has CP. However, many unfortunate souls have more than just that. Mental retardation of all ranges affects 80% of the cases. People with CP may also have problems like epilepsy, speech disorders, vision disorders, hearing problems, problems communicating, seizures, impairment with growth (like dwarfism) and learning difficulties."
"So, could this girl have any kids in the future?" Ehlen was truly exercising his tongue now; at least he wasn't being brusque.
"She could she wanted to. CP is neither genetic nor hereditary. If two family members develop it, it is mere coincidence."
"How do I know if someone has CP?" Rorando finally asked the question the others were probably dying to know about.
Of course I would satisfy them.
"There are many different symptoms of cerebral palsy, and they vary quite widely. Since each case is unique, I can only explain some of the general symptoms. Infants with CP will have trouble nursing. They also cannot reach certain milestones such as sitting up or rolling over. People with CP may have an irregular gait pattern, such as walking on their toes. Spasms are common, and muscles are often extremely spastic or floppy. Involuntary movement takes place, coordination is poor, reflexes are off, and muscles can be tight or stiff. Patients can be clumsy, or prone to falling. Many of them have difficulty detecting sensations, or experience involuntary pain. Trouble with fine motor skills (like grabbing or reaching) is a staple syndrome while the same can be said for problems with gross motor skills (like running)."
"You mentioned that one could manage the symptoms. How is that possible?" Aaron interrogated.
"There are many different types of therapy people with cerebral palsy can do. Physical therapy helps strengthen weak muscles. Occupational therapy deals with making a person independent, teaching them skills like cooking and dressing. Speech therapy can be used to help correct problems in that area. There are several other types of therapies that provide aid while at the same time allowing the person to do something enjoyable. Popular activities are music and horseback riding. Medical technology is constantly advancing, which is good news for those with CP. As it is, there are medications and surgeries that can greatly reduce the effect of the symptoms. The type of medication used depends on the severity and age of the patient. Finally, people with CP are not alone. There are many different places in which people of all disabilities join together with their peers. These can range from a major extravaganza of a sports team or a summer camp, to simple swimming lessons."
I bowed my head slightly, sensing that my compatriots no longer had any questions.
Concisely, I ended on single note.
"CP may be incurable, but it does not spell absolute destruction."
I did not expect applause, but Richelle gave me in nonetheless. Her clapping was not deafening, but it was enough. It was only enhanced by the great grin she wore upon her face, and I realized by some miracle she had followed everything I said. With a jolt, I remembered how easily amused mortals could be.
Under normal circumstances, I would've smiled back. However, instead of complying, my face was awash in crimson.
Somehow, I managed to stutter.
"Thank you."
Richelle ceased clapping to reply.
"You're quite welcome; that was truly fascinating, Glory!"
"You are indeed well-traveled. Your knowledge could rival any scholar." Aaron complemented.
"I think that was the best thing I've heard all day!" Rorando cheered.
"Indeed it was."Ehlen solemnly seconded.
This wasn't the first time mortals had picked my brain.
Gratefully, my face finally reflected that as the redness disappeared.
Fraudir made her way over to the young girl again. She beheld a sickly sweet countenance, but I wasn't worried this time.
I knew she had learned from her last encounter.
"Well, maybe if you're good little girl, Rorando will let you ride on his horsie!"
I shook my head.
"No, that is not a good idea."
"Lioak's a stallion, for goodness sakes!" Rorando put in.
I continued.
"Without special training, a horse is not suitable to carry a disabled person. These horses have to be completely desensitized, to the point where bombs couldn't scare them. Furthermore, they have to know a wide variety of techniques, because disabilities differ for everyone. Many people with disabilities have balance problems, so they often need assistance and side-walkers."
Fraudir's head drooped, but she was apparently more upset than her subject. The girl didn't seem to be affected at all.
"It's all right; I do not need a ride. Thanks for the offer."
"You're welcome." Rorando replied, despite the fact that it was Fraudir who put the issue forward.
Richelle bent down, her eyes reflecting radiantly. At that moment, I decided she was my favorite of the group, as her pleasant demeanor could bring a smile to even those on their worst day.
"Well, now that we know all about you, would you like to join us?"
She held out her hand warmly.
"Richelle! Glory should make that decision!" Ehlen barked.
Even if I had, it would not have mattered.
I had resolved myself to one course long before this.
Apparently, my doppelgänger had also.
Her dark blue eyes focused solely on me, beholding a will thought impossible to come from a child.
"I will join her."
I replied, all the power and courage of the world manifesting itself.
"I will honor your desires for however long it takes to fulfill them."
"You are the epitome of compassion, Glory." Aaron murmured softly.
I dipped my head in thanks.
"Since you came all this way, you must be hungry." Rorando brought us back to our original subject.
"Ehlen..."I started but he held up his hand nonchalantly.
"I have the money and she has a good reason to lose."
"I am hungry." The girl responded.
"Well, should we find a place to sit over there?"Richelle gestured to an area to the left of the bar. The dull roar of satisfied customers reached my ears. Despite these troubling times, people still made merry. I could gather as much emotion as I wanted from here, but chose not to; my powers needed a break. As I focused my eyes, I could see the silhouette of a waitress standing at the reservation pedestal. How many occupants were there? From the naked eye, I could not say.
It made sense why these tables were empty though.
Nowadays, restaurants placed separate tables and areas at the front of the building, particularly if there was a bar. That way, patrons or diners having simple meals would not have to fight their way through crowds.
There were few things that could test my patience, but nothing was worse than jumbling through a mass of bodies.
At some moments, I simply wanted to throw everyone out the way.
Yet, in treacherous times, bars and front seats received little use.
People needed to keep their wits about them, or the current date could be their last. Getting drunk was a warrior's worst enemy, as it rendered even the most hardened defenseless.
Luckily, the bar would not be abandoned today.
"The girl can obviously not move well, so going to the back would prove a struggle." Ehlen put in.
"Well spoken." I commented.
"Let's sit at the bar! I haven't been up there in a long time!" Fraudir chimed in.
"Indeed. Something about the high view always pleases me." Aaron seconded.
The newest member of our group slid off of the chair as the rest of us prepared to take our places.
I hopped on the stool as though I was mounting a horse. Despite not having been at a bar in goodness knows how long, the action took only a second. The others quickly followed suit.
I had just contemplated what I would order when I was alerted to the sound of strained groaning. Although it reached me first, my companions also glanced downward.
The young girl struggled below us, her short stature further dwarfed by our height above the ground. Her twisted, useless, legs attempted to climb the stool. Yet she could not place them on even the lowest of the bars. The appendages shook involuntarily with the effort, and all was laid to waste. Every time the poor soul tried, her limbs would freeze, unable to proceed any further. Her tiny hands plastered themselves to the higher vertical bars, trying to assist her. But it was all for nothing; she did not have the strength to propel herself upward.
"Stop doing that! You'll hurt yourself!" Ehlen barked, and the girl rapidly obeyed his command.
"One of us will have to lift her up, and possibly down as well." I analyzed the situation.
"Let me. I owe her for my slipups earlier." Fraudir volunteered.
"Very well." I affirmed.
Fraudir descended from the stool, the stomping of her feet informing the girl of her presence.
"Here. Let me help you. Now that I know what you need, I can do this correctly."
The girl nodded, her eyes glittering with gratefulness.
In a flash, Fraudir slipped behind her and placed her hands on the girl's waist.
Her hold was firm, and since the target had greater balance, this was the correct method.
"Do you need hang on to me?" Fraudir asked, and the girl shook her head.
"All right then, up you go!" Without further hesitation, the girl flew upwards, Fraudir's hands acting as her wings. She landed perfectly on the seat of the stool as Fraudir proceeded to return to her own.
Yet, not all was well.
The girl's eyes instantly widened, and she let out a shriek of sheer terror. Her arms flailed helplessly as she teetered on the stool. The girl's legs were even more discombobulated as they kicked outwards despite their contortions. Their owner shook violently, and the situation looked as fragile as glass.
One wrong move, and something could shatter into nothingness.
It might be one of the girl's bones.
Or worse.
Thankfully, the fragile accoutrements remained whole.
Ehlen was mere inches away from her, in the adjacent seat. He placed his arm behind the girl's back, gently reassuring her of his presence.
"It's okay. I've got you. You won't fall."
Unfortunately, this only slightly helped the situation.
The girl's arms and legs were still flailing around dangerously, and Ehlen could not do any more from his position. Her eyes were as scattered and panicked as they were before, and they showed no signs of ceasing. The girl still yelped and whimpered, her body rivaling hypothermia.
Whether the unfortunate one was cold or not, my friends sprang into action.
Fraudir zipped over, climbed the low bars of the stool (Ehlen's free hand protected her) and seized hold of the girl's arms. Richelle slipped off her seat, bent halfway over, and grabbed the girl's feet. She pinned them down to the bar of the stool, but that only made the girl scream as her body protested the motion. Richelle immediately noted the girl's distress and switched her hold to her ankles. The miserable one's legs flew freely, but they could not go anywhere.
Despite being held in place, the girl was still not calmed. Although she registered that she could not fall, one could clearly note the discomfort on her grimacing face. Even more obvious were the strained countenances of the others. The work on each individual's part was not strenuous (Fraudir's position debatable), but the ordeal of using a combined trio explained the trial better than any words. More distressing was the price to pay if one of them should fail. Even if the struggling humans were to latch onto her again, one second might be all they got.
"This is ridiculous!" Fraudir moaned.
"But apparently necessary!" Richelle shot back.
"We can't get anywhere like this!" Ehlen hollered.
Yet, once again, I had the situation under control.
"Keep her steady for just a moment longer."
"Glory, what are you-" The flustered Rorando never finished his sentence.
I changed costumes again. This time, I dressed as a simple mage. I didn't specialize, but this did not prevent proficiency.
I stared straight ahead of me, mouthing a chant. However, unlike my individual power, it did not arrive in a blinding procession.
In fact, my body never realized what happened.
The spell was so rapid that Aaron gave me a double take.
I beamed triumphantly; my plan had worked again.
Though my system never registered anything, the girl's certainly did.
The holders let out gasps of surprise as the target's position changed. The stool could've had a backrest, but common sense would dictate that was impossible. Nevertheless, the girl's back leaned against an invisible wall. Her arms propped up against unseen handles. The young one's legs still did not reach the bars, but they did not dangle dangerously; obviously, something was holding them still.
The others released their grips, staring wildly at my handiwork. The girl had an even greater gawk, but rapidly analyzed the situation. Without any further trouble, she pivoted around and faced the counter.
Instead of returning to their spots, my older friends focused their faces on me.
"Glory, what did you do back there?" Fraudir spoke up, her voice still high pitched with shock.
Before I could reply, Aaron asked me another question.
"Forgive me for interrupting, but was that spell called Anzen'na?"
"Yes, it was."
"To cast a spell without a word, and in a fraction of a second… Only the best magicians can accomplish such a feat. You are truly an admirable person, Glory." Ehlen murmured.
"Won't we have to worry about that spell wearing off?" Richelle cast a worried glance.
"No. Anzen'na lasts as long as the target needs it. The name of this spell means "secure" or "safe", so it would be quite misleading if it suddenly failed to live up to its name." I replied.
"All right then." Rorando affirmed as we took our seats.
As Ehlen asked for the restaurant menus, Richelle turned to the girl.
"So, why do you need a name?"
Before the conversation started, I held my hand.
"Richelle."
"Huh?" She glanced up at me, a questioning look in her eyes.
"Let's not speak of it now. It is easier to have a serious conversation after a fulfilling meal."
She nodded respectfully and whirled back to the counter.
At that moment, we were asked for our drinks.
My powers automatically (and invisibly) made a scan of the restaurant inventory; I smiled broadly.
They had the exact drink I wanted.
I was in the center of the group, so I might as well order first.
"May I please have a virgin strawberry daiquiri with ice?"
My doppelgänger almost immediately echoed my choice.
"I want one too, please."
The others quickly ordered their drinks as the bartender disappeared back behind the restaurant.
I glanced at the girl with a loving smile.
She truly was my equal.
While the girl's seemed to understand my decision, the others did not.
"You don't drink?" Rorando piped up.
"Aren't you old enough?" Fraudir added.
"Yes, I'm old enough, but I absolutely abhor alcohol. I can taste nothing but bitterness."
"Well, you're not missing anything." Ehlen responded gruffly.
"Ahaha, you're still young! You'll grow into it!" Aaron laughed.
Rashly, I replied.
"I'm actually not that young."
I resisted the urge to clap my hand over my mouth.
I could not let the others know about my age without also letting them know about my true identity. Of course, I could make up a number, but the excuse could be thin.
Then again, I had yet to make up a profile for my traveling self; it was about time, and much overdue.
"How old are you?" Rorando interrogated.
"I'm 21." I lied.
Yes, that seemed right. I looked it, and that would make me mature enough to drink. I would also have the mindset of an adult, while still bearing the body of a teenager. Indeed, 21 was the perfect number.
"So you've been drinking for a while. Well then, your hatred is justified." Aaron analyzed.
I made no response to his comment, initially unsure of what he meant.
In the nick of time, I remembered the mortals' history.
Drinking ages used to be 18, but it was raised to 21 worldwide after students and young ones began encountering troubles. Unfortunately, there were major protests, with almost all the youths in the world revolting against the adult policies. When those in charge could take no more, the drinking age was lowered again back to 18.
With that, the same problems returned, but the adults were powerless to do anything about them, lest they risk another rebellion.
Furthermore, each area of the world had their own legislation that allowed children to drink with chaperones. These laws were also lowered, but chaperones could not make a solution.
Children as young as 14 years old slipped into bars in order to get a taste of that forbidden fruit. Many people swallowed the poison simply for the sake of sickening from its effects. They then went on to do harm to their peers, and endanger their own lives. Falsified IDs were common, as alcohol became as coveted as gold.
I never understood why; it was just something to make one ill. Apparently, using alcohol made one look better, but I felt it simply turned people into fools.
Unfortunately, despite being all powerful, I knew absolute power corrupts absolutely.
If I ruled my peoples' every action, I was nothing more than the horrible dictators in the lands abroad or the history books.
Above all, I resolved not to be remembered as that.
Luckily, today was an auspicious and crowded day. No one could get away with antics here. Just because this was a small village did not mean the civilians were dimwitted.
"Do not drink too much, everyone. We need our wits." I warned.
"Indeed." Ehlen responded.
At that moment, the bartender brought us what we asked for.
After thanking him, my companions proceeded to stick their noses in menus. I did not follow, as my powers activated again.
I knew exactly what I wanted.
It was quite delectable.
Just like this drink.
I resisted the urge to groan in pleasure as the fruity mix tumbled down my throat. Though it was only a drink, it could have been fresh strawberries being chewed in multitudes. The taste was simply overpowering; I could no longer feel my tongue. The daiquiri washed over me like a wave, splashing into even the furthest corners of my mouth. I swallowed it gratefully, indulging in every drop.
I stole a glance at my double.
She drank her daiquiri much more leisurely, and I remembered that mortals, particularly young ones, were not immune to the wrath of sugar.
She would have to be careful with how much she ingested, lest we find her fainted on the floor.
Humorously, the menu was almost as big as she was, but she still grabbed it with ease. The girl took only a second before she slammed it back down on the counter.
Apparently, I wasn't the only believer in quick decisions. Either that, or she truly did like the same things as me.
I was about to find out as the waiter approached our table.
"I would like spaghetti, please. Put everything you can into it."
"That goes for me too, please!" My doppelgänger replied.
The others ordered their items (and us our side dishes), but I paid little heed.
It was a relief to know I was not the only one that had an infatuation with spaghetti!
We made small talk while we waited and the subject of the girl joining our party or her unusual request was deliberately avoided. She contributed to conversation, but it was to add insightful comments rather than reveal more about herself.
At last, the food reached us.
My mouth resisted the urge to water as the waiter put the tasty delicacy in front of my face.
The noodles were wound elegantly, like a work of art. As they intertwined, the sauce traveled on top of them. The latter gave the dish that would be unmistakable to even an infant. But noodles and sauce was not the only thing that caught my interest.
The cooks said truly accepted my request to place everything they could. Meatballs lined the area, their contrasting shape and size making them look like roadblocks. They divided the dish neatly in half, but still retained the red color. Parmesan cheese was sprinkled like snow, as beautiful as any winter night. My food was littered with other assortments that were tucked neatly into the main course. It almost looked too pretty to eat, but I knew my stomach would disagree. There were so many different types of toppings that I couldn't possibly find them all, without performing a search and singling out each one. Luckily, there was no need, for I had no food allergies and wasn't picky.
The girl's masterpiece once again dwarfed her as she took in what was on her plate. She must have known that she did not have to eat it all, as she appeared unfazed.
"Bon appétit!" I cried as I began the process of cutting my food.
I could barely wait for the tasty treat to hit my mouth, but I held back my excitement as best as I could.
"You have quite unusual tastes, Glory." Ehlen observed, glancing upward from his enormous, excessively rare, steak.
"Well, this is the first time I've seen a piece of meat drenched in so much blood. What are you, a vampire?"
"Maybe." He muttered.
"You do know that's a health hazard." Rorando sent words of caution towards Ehlen, but the former was already stuffing his face.
Rorando let out a long sigh and started on his fish fry (despite the fact that it wasn't Friday).
"Well Glory, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were making stirfry!" Fraudir joked, placing down a gigantic bell pepper.
"Stirfry isn't spaghetti flavored, so this will have to do!" I replied, sharing the lighthearted manner.
I sliced my vegetables finely before tossing them into the red mix. I stirred them even finer until the remnants of the vegetables could no longer be seen. Vegetables and spaghetti were two marvelous things, so combining them would make something even greater.
Creativity was quite a spectacular gift.
Who said one shouldn't play with food?
Unfortunately, one soul wasn't having fun at all.
The girl struggled with her meal, the stubborn noodles twisting away from her. Every time her shaking hand went under, she came back up in an unsuccessful dive. Despite the object being drowned in food, she could not lift it up to her mouth. Each time, the fork would slip, and the noodles would slide back onto her plate. She managed to retain control of the metal accoutrement, but at the cost of anything to eat.
"Oh, you look like you need some help…" Richelle murmured and the girl nodded miserably.
"Well, can you do this?" Richelle motioned for the girl to watch her and the latter was all eyes. Richelle weaved and twisted the fork through her alfredo. The long noodles wound themselves around her fork, promptly becoming ensnared in her clever trap. Richelle lifted the fork, displaying the results. The noodles dangled, pointing downward toward the plate. However, their resistance was futile, as they stayed tightly on the fork.
Richelle gestured to the girl.
"Try it."
The girl did as she was told, but it was for naught. Every time she attempted to copy Richelle, the fork would slip out of position. Instead of making the tiny trap (which oddly reminded me of a black hole), she would struggle to do even one twist. Her right hand would get around about halfway before the position would break, and she would once again go hungry. Sometimes, she would manage to do a sloppy circle, but it was not enough. The fork would not hold for lunch, and she was in danger of dropping it. I did not know what hand she favored, but it must have been the right; she didn't even try to experiment with her left hand. Finally, the girl let the fork collapse, fuming angrily. As she glared at her untouched meal, Aaron commented softly.
"It really does affect everything."
The girl placed a hand on the side of her face, eyeing wistfully the ease in which Aaron picked his oversized sandwich.
"That's not fair! She should be able to eat what she wants!" Rorando nearly slammed his fist on the table, but stopped himself in the nick of time.
"Perhaps I should cut it?" Fraudir suggested.
"There is no need." I replied.
Then, before anyone could ask me for an explanation, I took matters into my own hands.
My chant was clearly audible this time as I focused again.
"Phantasm."
For a second time, the girl stared at me, but she was not the subject.
Instead, my gaze was focused on the inanimate silverware beside her plate. I held my hand out and snapped my fingers, issuing the silent command.
The target could not disobey; no one could ignore powers as potent as this.
Rapid as could be, the silverware whipped itself up. The utensils danced in the air, preparing to perform their tasks. Everyone kept their wide eyes peeled; they were simply too flabbergasted to speak.
The knife was first to descend, flying towards the plate so swiftly the eater shrunk back. The fork hurriedly dove after its counterpart, copying the unbelievable and seemingly effortless motion. The fork and knife placed themselves in position, about to give the stubborn noodles a piece of their minds.
The target lay inanimate, helpless against the coming onslaught. The chopping and stabbing only lasted a few minutes.
The silverware, aided by my spell, completely severed any forms of resistance. There was no question who would win the battle.
Within an unbelievably short time, the valiant knights were ready for their final attack. The fork showed no mercy as it plunged into the heart of the beast. Then the knife delivered the final blow, showing the world that the monster was truly dead. The knife and fork emerged from the battle, soaked in the creature's blood, but victorious.
Yet, they were not finished with their heroic acts. They soared through the air, showing off their strength again as they tussled with the vegetables. The latter didn't put up much of a fight, so it took even less time than before. The knife and fork slowly floated up, awaiting my next command.
I winked and smiled my doppelgänger.
I said nothing, but she still understood me.
Shyly, she nodded her head.
I thrust out my hand, giving the order.
The knife flew back to the vegetables, scooping them into the spaghetti. The fork waited patiently until everyone was in the desired destination. Then, it stirred up the mixture, until the additions were clearly hidden.
With a satisfied nod, I threw my hand down. On cue, the knife methodically returned to the plate, not even making a clatter.
The fork it gently placed itself in the girl's outstretched hand; her bewilderment was so great she could barely hold the utensil.
"Finished. Enjoy!" I concluded.
However, confusion was what came, not enjoyment.
The girl looked at me as though I just told her she was mad. My friends' mouths were agape even more.
"What in the world…?"Fraudir stared at me, wide-eyed as a child.
"I believe that magic is called reanimation." Ehlen explained, and I nodded.
Although Fraudir was the paragon of bewilderment, the same could not be said for Rorando. I knew he had knowledge on the tip of his tongue. Of course, it was quite fitting for him to control his confusion. Such was natural for a Knight.
"Typically, reanimation is used for only a single action. Connected tasks require repeated spells, so it can be quite exhausting on the holder. At least that's what I've learned."
"Clearly, Rorando, there exist higher reanimation spells, because this was obviously one huge action that didn't take much energy to perform at all." Richelle inferred.
I chimed in, clearing up any oddities.
"You are all correct. Reanimation is difficult to master, but as you can see, it is one of the most useful types of magic that can be learned. However, if one does not extensively choose to work at it, nothing beyond simple spells will be seen."
"You are the kindest soul I have ever met." Aaron offered his praise, but I knew it was a gross exaggeration.
Well I was prepared for aiding the child, I was not ready for that.
I understood their fascination with my power, but why would the mortals be taken aback by a normal spell?
Well, it must not have been normal for them, or they wouldn't be commenting.
Maybe it was normal to praise people up and down; it certainly seemed like it as Ehlen spoke up after Aaron.
"Well, I'm going to have to agree. You're using all of yourself and then some to help this girl; only a true angel does that." He seconded with another far-fetched phrase.
Luckily, I resisted blushing, but the women sensed my embarrassment anyway.
"She's quite a treat, like this food!" Fraudir exclaimed.
"Yes, now that we can all eat, let's dig in!" Richelle steered us back to our original action, and we followed her words.
Even though I was in the mortal world, I was tasting heaven.
The finely cut noodles slid so easily into my mouth. They were not lacking in flavor, and fit well with the other food items. Most of the sources may have been buried, but I could taste all the different flavors in my meal. At the same time, they were all blended together in something more beautiful than the finest painting. The thick sauce tumbled into my mouth, its delightful texture spreading all over my tongue. Other parts of the meal were quite fresh, and I profusely thanked those who allowed me to indulge my senses so.
I may have been the ultimate being, but nothing could compare to what was made by those below.
I would never understand most of my divine companions; who could complain about this?
In about 45 minutes, our empty plates showed our satisfaction.
"Ah yes, that was quite refreshing!" Richelle exclaimed.
"I think that was the best meal I've had in months!" Fraudir seconded.
"You only say that because you had barely anything on the campaign!" Aaron laughed.
"Campaign or not, that was quite good!" Rorando put in.
I was about to reply, but a single glance to the left sent me into hysterics.
I laughed so hard I was in danger of falling off the stool, and my face became the brightest crimson.
"Glory, what..." Ehlen was only slightly perplexed before, he too, lost control of himself and joined me in my laughter.
Rorando didn't even try, giving in to the impulse.
Fraudir quickly added herself, but not before shouting.
"Look at your face!"
Indeed, the doppelgänger was quite a sight.
Her entire face was bleached red, smeared with sauce. The meat dripped down her face, but thankfully she licked it up before it got her clothes. Her lips looked as though she applied makeup that was a shade too dark. Instead of being their normal pink, they were now blending in with her face. She was caught (literally) red-handed as she tossed down her fork. Her countenance was a humongous, childish, grin, which amplified her current features even more. I could see a streak of red in her usually dark brown hair; I had no idea how it had gotten up there.
I tried to cast a cleaning spell, but I could not concentrate through my laughter.
"Ah, it's the Abominable Spaghetti Monster!" Rorando sputtered through his fit.
"Well, if it wasn't messy, she didn't like it!" Aaron chuckled, his smile matching the doppelgänger.
Richelle politely held back her laughter as best she could, clapping a hand over her mouth.
When she had finished, she smiled sweetly.
"Were you saving some for later?"
With that, she slid off her stool, a bundle of napkins in her hand.
She carefully walked toward the girl, ascending the stool she was perched on. Richelle appeared to be much more stable than Fraudir, so I did not worry. She reached up and gently wiped the girl's face. There were more than 10 napkins, and Richelle used them all. She motioned, and the girl leaned over. Richelle ruffled the girl's hair in the process of getting the sauce out of it. It must have been quite soothing, for the target did not react.
Richelle quickly completed her task in a matter of minutes, stepping down from the stool. At the same time, the rest of us had halted our laughter, now that the subject was gone.
The girl nodded politely.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome!" Ehlen, Richelle, and I answered in unison.
Ehlen raised his hand, and the bartender cleared their places and gave us our bill.
As Ehlen paid, Rorando slipped out of his seat.
"Would you allow me to do the honors, madame?"
The girl bowed her head.
Rorando grabbed her from the front, holding on to the same place Fraudir had. This time, the girl did grab onto her carrier, her tiny hands grasping his arms. Rorando did not flinch, but simply deepened his hold. The girl grew her wings again as descended to the ground.
The girl bowed her head again, this time in thanks.
"Don't thank me. It is the duty of a Knight to help someone in need."
The others followed suit after our newest party member, and we formed a group in the center of the restaurant.
"So what do we do now?" Fraudir asked confusedly.
It seemed actions spoke louder than words.
Suddenly, the girl shut her eyes, seemingly oblivious to all.
I could sense powerful energy, the likes of which completely matched my own. The temperature dropped drastically, signaling that she was about to take leave of us. Although I was desensitized to it, my comrades were not. I could also sense their frightened emotions, but decided through I had enough of being afraid.
"What's... happening?" Rorando gasped through his fear.
The girl gave him a clearer answer than any of which could be spoken for words.
She opened her eyes, no longer radiating the gaze of the living.
They had returned.
Those horrible misty glares of the dead.
Yet, this time, they would not overpower me.
My duty as the Goddess was above all, even emotion.
Before I had known fear, but now I'd resolved myself to a promise.
I would never break a sacred vow, no matter where it led me.
I stared her straight in the eye, realizing I was the only one to be meeting her otherworldly gaze squarely.
"State my next mission." I spoke, surprisingly calm.
"Meet me at the temple." She echoed my voice, but this time I did not flinch.
"On my honor." I replied.
With that, the girl shut her eyes and disappeared without a trace.
I nodded boldly.
My next assignment had begun.
19
Author's notes: Yes, I do have cerebral palsy. The events occurring in this chapter and the previous one are all experiences I have encountered or still encounter in my life. Due to the fact that it is written from experience, this fic is an extremely accurate description of one of the many cases of patients with the disorder. CP is also confused with MS, which does drive me insane. There are two slightly exaggerated moments. For one, I never slap anyone for babying me (as much as I'd like to -_-). For two, I've never had an incident as bad as the choking described in the preceding chapter (although I've come pretty close).
People might think that Glory fits the definition of a Mary Sue; she does not. Later on in the story, you will see she has some noticeable flaws (besides being a somewhat emotionless workaholic). The reason Glory knows about cerebral palsy is because she does have medical knowledge and has seen it before. Doctors and families experiencing the disorder are about the only two that recognize and understand it; Glory represents that. Both Glory and the ghost are meant to be author surrogates of myself, but in different ways. This is explained more throughout the course of the story.
Finally, Glory's information does come from a site.
It can be found here:
/topic/cerebral-palsy
And yes, I do have an infatuation with spaghetti XD.