Walkswithwheels: Back again, with some new friends!
(Aaron pops up)
Aaron: Hello, readers.
Walkswithwheels: Hello. Where's Rorando?
(Rorando pops up)
Rorando: Right here!
Aaron: He's still wondering why he's called "Rorando" and not "Roland".
Walkswithwheels: That is so he is not confused with another Roland in the same universe. The name used in this fic is his Japanese name.
Rorando: Fair enough
Walkswithwheels: Where the heck has Fraudir gone off to?
Aaron (*sighs*): Check at the end of the chapter...
Walkswithwheels: Right.
Rorando: I will say the disclaimer. All characters and places are properties of their respective companies, except for ones that Walkswithwheels has created herself. Please read and review!
4: The Best of Friends
As I took my first steps outside, Richelle and Ehlen and followed me like shadows. I stopped and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent of the air. Even a petite village brought its own form of splendor, and my eyes were fixated upon it.
"It's beautiful…" I murmured, adopting a dreamy look.
Ehlen immediately commented.
"Yes indeed."
The stunning scenery before me was just one thing I enjoyed about mortals and their world. They could make even a small village like this lush and lively just by populating it. Back in my world, someone had yet to accomplish this feat.
Then again, most of my neighbors' standards were higher. In my opinion, they far exceeded what they should be.
But enough about my world.
The mortal world was all that mattered at the moment.
And what a sight it was!
What initially looked like a backwater town could rival a traders' city.
People bustled around jauntily on the unpaved streets. Friends greeted each other with open arms, before traveling on their merry way. Maids and farmhands quietly did their chores, yet the delightful weather still put a smile on their faces. The chickens that were running loose had been penned up, along with other various types of livestock. People said it was cruel to keep animals in cages, but I could disagree. These animals couldn't be happier.
The chickens strutted around with their heads high. They occasionally dug their faces into a large bin of grain that had been put out for them. I secretly wanted to go get some fresh eggs, but they probably weren't laying yet. Besides, eggs were one of the worst foods to travel with. They'd spoil in a day. Cattle stood, lazily munching grass. Once again, I could think only of milk. My preoccupation with the mortal foods showed just how long it had been since I'd taken time off my duties to visit this world. I vaguely pondered using my power to bring some mortal food back to my world, but I knew I would probably be the only one appreciating it.
It was a fool's move at best. I made a mental note to visit the mortal world more often. Even the best needed time off.
I could see a traveling merchant speaking to several of the villagers. He held up many a tempting ware, and attracted numerous followers. I was painfully reminded of how dismal my supplies currently were. I would have to stock up here.
Luckily, I possessed the power to create matter from nothing. However, it was easier for me to buy things when I had the money and save my power for when I truly needed it. My powers cost me both physical and emotional strength, whereas buying pre-made accoutrements only set me back some coin. Unfortunate, this rule only applied for basic things. Anything advanced became too expensive. Fortunately, this merchant was not alone.
I could sense an unusual amount of activity further in the village. It must have been market day. It didn't take a genius to know there was several more of the peddlers' kind. Contrarily, not all of them boasted wears for combat.
Perhaps supplies weren't enough. Yes, it had been a while since I'd bought anything for recreation.
Why not spend my purchases on a few trinkets while I was here?
It wasn't like I had days off left and right. I probably would not be back for some time. I might as well get the most out of my trip.
The merchants weren't the only ones that had toys.
Young children scampered about, amusing themselves with varying games. Little boys partook in games of tag, although it was unclear who was winning. A few others played with small balls, letting out a squeals of delight when their teams scored a point. The girls also seemed to enjoy themselves. Some were parading with their dolls, giving them a grand tour of the village. Those who had no dolls amused themselves with flowers, tying bouquets into their tiny locks of hair.
My smile grew wider.
The success of work did not equal the pleasure of play!
With my duties constantly ongoing, I rarely had time to enjoy the innocent mirth.
I had half a mind to join the children, but I realized I would've been out of place.
I may have looked like a young woman, but in truth, I was an adult.
My definition of play was different than theirs, and it always would be.
Even with this somewhat bleak realization, I could still take note of the cheerful scenery.
After all, my feelings did not just come from the outside.
I felt my power come again, involuntarily. I'd long since grown used to the sensation, so I didn't express fear. Besides, it wasn't like I had used it recently. I knew by instinct that this was the same ability I utilized when Aster died.
Unlike before, I did not lament my fate.
Rather, I embraced it.
It was a wonder how two close occurrences could be polar opposites.
Yet here it was, and I rejoiced.
Instead of the chains of grief, I felt as though I had wings. These wings lifted me off the ground, allowing me to soar over my worry is, duties, and fears. I knew I could go anywhere, as long as this emotion remained.
Any exhaustion I had before was gone, replaced by a powerful zeal. Positive energy flowed like a never ending river around me. If I could have drunk it, I'm sure it would have been a savory treat. This sensation only got more and more potent as it radiated from the crowd in front of me. If I was a balloon, I would have burst into tiny pieces. As it stood now, it was a wonder I did not fall over.
The indescribable intensity was not the only thing that caught my attention.
There were other sensations, far less powerful, but still strong enough to catch my attention. Among them, I was aware of rippling warm waves. These were not like the destructive forces of the ocean, as they flowed up to me gently, before disappearing inside of me. They were as extreme as a fire or a fever, but brought serenity instead of panic.
I smiled broadly.
For a single instant, I no longer thought of myself as a goddess charged with the gravest duty.
Instead, I likened myself to a tiny child, clutching a treasured blanket. This blanket brought me peace, and shelter from even the cruelest of nights. Despite this probably not being the best option, I would still use it until I wore it out. However, I understood a small child's comfort did not only stem from blankets.
And so all I enjoyed another one of the luxuries bestowed upon the weakest..
I may have had no known family, but it felt as though my mother had come home. Of course, I was a grown adult, but that did not stop me from reveling in this power.
Nothing could damage me, because this sensation was present.
My grin slowly spread across my entire face.
I could thank my unique powers for this.
One of my unusual abilities was that both external and internal emotions manifested themselves as physical sensations. My body would then receive the energy and store it within so I could use it later. As a result, I had complete control over both my own and others' feelings. I usually did not force my power on others however, for I deemed this to be cruel.
On the other hand, this part of my capacities was one of the few that did not obey me. It came when it liked and left when it was done. Luckily, the power was more often than not my friend as opposed to my foe. If I had the choice, I probably would've stuck with it.
Now this power was beginning to run its course as the feelings disintegrated. Reluctantly, I let myself fly back into the real world.
Richelle and Ehlen were not affected by my invisible venture, as I chosen to keep the effects to myself.
It was a shame, but I could not sit here gaping forever.
I had exploration to do.
"Where should we go first?" I asked, both excited and somewhat clueless.
"Well, do you want to buy something? It is a day of trade, and those days do not come often to tiny villages like these." Richelle suggested.
"This visit shall serve a dual purpose. We have other friends traveling with us and they are in the deeper parts of the village. They are most likely at the marketplace, so we'll introduce you to them." Ehlen added.
"All right."
As I turned to leave, the notion struck me like an arrow. What exactly would I buy? The marketplace seemed endless, but I knew my money was not. It had been so long since I'd played with a toy! Toys were the least of it! I hardly ever wore simple jewelry, or dabbed paint on my body. I didn't even do my hair most of the time (thanks to magic I had no need). Yet here was this seemingly everlasting chance to be normal. All could partake in this auspicious day. Why should I not be included among the masses?
With these thoughts in mind, I turned to walk off into the distance.
However, something stopped me.
I halted, dead in my tracks, nearly making Richelle run into me.
"What's wrong? You seem distressed."Ehlen made no effort to mask the concern in his voice, and I knew it was well-placed.
I clutched my hand to my throat, and my face blanched a deadly pale.
It came. Again.
The mist shrouded me, bathing me in the winter cold. This time I did not shout out, for I instantly recognized the identity of my relentless pursuer. My body shivered uncontrollably, and it took all my strength to remain standing.
"She's here… the apparition is coming... She followed me..." I moaned, barely able to get the words out.
Ehlen swore and unsheathed his weapons.
Richelle shot me a brief soothing glance before doing the same. Instead of cursing, she cried out.
"You won't lay hand on her!"
They were just as shocked as I was as the voice answered them.
"You're right. I won't. I don't intend to fight."
Like magic and without warning, the girl appeared in front of us as she spoke.
It was the exact same pitch, the exact same tone, the exact same strength. Every part of it matched, and it was unfaltering. The imitation was so perfect that Richelle and Ehlen actually looked at me. However, I still remained there, in my paralyzed state. My companions resumed their hard stares as they digested the girl's message.
Contrarily, Richelle's gaze immediately softened.
"She's only a child..."
"Leave this place at once! Your presence is not wanted here!"Ehlen possessed a fierce intimidation as only a warrior could. He advanced on the girl, his weapon drawing steadily nearer. Expectantly, she flinched back and her eyes widened in shock. For the first time, I realized she was either reluctant to fight or had come unarmed. The girl did not answer his challenge.
Luckily, she did not have to.
"Ehlen, stop!" She quickly stepped in front of the warring one and his unfortunate target.
"Richelle, you mustn't let your guard down!"
"I won't, but we are not monsters and we are off duty! We cannot draw our blades against someone who is powerless!" She gave the universal signal to withdraw, and Ehlen complied, stepping back.
He still retained his wary countenance, and protectively placed a hand on my shoulder. In my trancelike state, I didn't even feel his presence.
"This child is not malicious, and she openly admitted that she was not here for combat. There is no harm in speaking with her." Richelle stated.
She then unofficially appointed herself spokesperson. Richelle drastically changed her tone of voice. It was sweet, but not overly so. The pitch did not change, but the way she held it steady did. It did not contain the seriousness of two adults, but instead the aura of a maternal instinct that all goodhearted females internally possessed. The language was also much simpler, but not so much that it was flowery. Anyone would recognize it as a voice reserved for young children, and my apparition was no exception to the rule. At this time, I understood that the apparition was indeed very short, as Richelle had to bend down to get to eye level.
"Hi honey. Are you all right? That man didn't scare you too much?"
The apparition simply nodded her head, so I assumed she was answering the first question. Richelle assumed it too, and kept talking.
"What are you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" I immediately noted the apparition's tone. She did not use sassiness; rather, she was stating the obvious.
"Well, why are you following this lady? It's not polite to stalk people, and you're making her very scared."
The familiar glare locked on to me like a homing missile, and she set her eyes straight on me.
"She and I are one and the same."
"Come now, surely you must have something different."
"No, we don't."
"Then, pray, what is your name?"
Again, the apparition was fixated on me. Her eyes burned with an intensity and glow that could not be rivaled by the strongest lights. It was almost hypnotic, and I could only stare straight back.
"Give me one." She spoke firmly.
"Give you what?" I cried in surprise, my voice returning to normal.
"Give me a name. I have none."
Suddenly, my voice became shaky again, as I realized that there was absolutely no way I could answer that question.
"I can't..."I whimpered.
The girl said nothing, simply closing her eyes. In an instant she vanished as quickly as she had come.
For a moment, none of us did anything.
I stood staring as my color rapidly returned.
Richelle eventually got up but made no noise. Ehlen took his hand off my shoulder, also being soundless.
Nobody dared break the unnerving silence, lest we should receive some unspoken punishment.
Finally, Ehlen ventured boldly into the unknown territory. If anything, we were all wordlessly thankful for his relief.
"Well, that's not something you see every day!"
I groaned, sounding like I would perish right at that moment. Immediately, my comrades were quick to respond.
"Are you well? You look like you're about to faint again!"
I shook my head, having no way to tell her that her words were true. Despite my color, looks could be deceiving. My knees buckled as my legs melted like ice. Standing was absolutely futile. I had no more than a second before I crashed to the ground. The black spots did not come this time, but I knew would eventually announce their arrival. I could still see perfectly well, but I wondered how long it would be before my vision started spinning.
My newfound friends weren't about to wait for that.
"Glory!" They shouted in unison.
Richelle sprinted over, kneeling once again. She placed her hand on the nape of my neck, helping me up into a sloppy sitting position.
"What do you need?"Ehlen barked.
I could barely feel the vibration of my lips as they commenced movement. I mouthed something, but it was near impossible to understand. Yet, amazingly enough, one could make the word on my breath. Somehow, my inaudible murmurings translated into "water". Even more astonishing was that my compatriots understood me.
Quick as a wink, Ehlen immediately grabbed a cup of water from someplace I could not see. Instead of placing it in my hands, he held it directly up to my lips. Despite how weak I was, I managed to bring my appendages forward. I grasped the cup with my shaking grip, the liquid tossing from side to side disobediently.
Defying all odds, I managed to safely bring the water within drinking distance. I cautiously opened my mouth and swallowed the beverage.
The chilly coldness of the water made me gasp in shock. It had no ice, but I could've sworn it was from a freezer. Only magic could make water this cold, which neither of my friends specialized in. But I didn't have time to ponder how it became this cold. The water trickled down my throat, rendering me speechless as it converted all in its path to ice. Instead of a simple liquid, I felt like I was digesting an entire glacier. Solid ice was not exactly palatable. I went limp as my body realized what I had just put in it.
This was almost unbearable.
Luckily, it was more good than bad, because I snapped out of my trance almost immediately.
I rose abruptly, almost knocking Richelle over.
Thankfully, she recovered her balance. I nodded in gratitude.
"Thank you. I feel better now."
However, the next question made my words untrue.
"Well, have you thought about it?" Ehlen interrogated.
"Thought about what?"
"Her request."
"No." I shook my head uneasily.
I had never really pondered my name. It was simply a word, albeit one that represented something. In that regard, it was just like anything else. I knew not who had given it to me, or why. And yet I simply accepted it, without further cause for questions. It seemed as natural as my duty.
Why would this mortal argue with that?
Richelle continued the conversation, but her lighthearted tone didn't make me feel any better.
"Well, what would you do?"
"With what?"
"If you had no name. If you were left up to your own devices, you could choose anything you wanted. So what would you do? If you could pick any name in the world, what would you call yourself?"
"I'm not sure. My name never really struck me as something that needed to be changed."
"I suppose one eventually gets used to one's own name."
Ehlen immediately cut us off.
"Indeed. But why would someone give a child no name? It's absolutely heartless. And of all things, why follow you? Wouldn't it be more fitting to return to the mother?"
"Nevertheless, we can't waste time worrying about it." I stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, we promised to take you to the marketplace, and that promise still holds." Ehlen remembered.
"Let's go!" Richelle shouted.
The rest of us followed her jaunty invitation.
And the invitation was well worth it.
Standing outside the marketplace is one thing; being in it was another. For a while, I simply stood, overwhelmed. Like a horse being led by the bridle, Ehlen and Richelle directed me further into the village. I could only stare blindly; it seemed that the village would burst from something so huge!
Every type of setting and item could be found here. The roar of voices could be heard, from shouting of vendors to negotiate prices. A couple times I even heard a few people singing, though I wasn't sure if it was for profit or commercial. Many merchants simply sold items on the streets, ranging from fruit to daily news. More than once people shoved their bargains of choice in my face, though my companions urged me on once it became apparent that I showed no interest.
Other vendors had weapons lying in piles on semi-protective cloth, while some did the same for items. Some sellers were at open air markets, with the crude tops for their stands flapping (though not dangerously) in the gentle breezes. Others stood in areas made of wood that vaguely resembled a city supermarket. Stepping into these places was like stepping into another world.
Clothing hung on tiny hangers. Beautiful handmade carvings were placed on small desk-like furniture. Some parts even carried medicine (although I honestly didn't know how effective it would be). There were hats and attire with logos, telling that the traveler had been there. Instead of being harassed by merchants, I was greeted by elderly yet sweet women who attempted to entice me into buying their wares. The woman seemed poorer than what I had found before, and I began to realize that I was in a completely different culture.
Selling the wares were the only way these people could feed their families. Unlike traveling merchants, they did not have the means or the know-how to travel to prosperous places, so they simply make do with what they had. Not selling things meant not eating. The elderly always deserved compassion, so I greeted them with a polite nod and smile. Unfortunately, I still didn't know what to buy, so I couldn't give them any more than that. However, I finally made up my mind to buy something.
I could never ignore a soul in need.
After a while, I started to realize that I was not the only one lost in this seemingly endless plethora of accoutrements.
Richelle suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. One moment she was with us, and the next moment she was gone.
I tugged Ehlen's shirt and he glanced at me.
"Ehlen, where is Richelle? She was just with us..."
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Who knows? There are 1000 places one can go here. Besides, Richelle can take care of herself."
"Well, I want to go search for her. I'll feel safer if we are not all separated." I spoke the truth; right now, security was my highest priority. With the apparition appearing and disappearing at will, I did not want to be caught off guard again.
"Very well." Ehlen had no choice but to obey his charge. I still felt sorry for them, having to be dragged wherever I commanded. At the very least they were good sports about it.
We did not have to walk long in our search. Richelle came running up to us, holding a brilliant blade in her hand. Her eyes were ecstatic, and she was jumping around wildly.
"Look, look you two! This blade is fantastic! They call it a Sun Shower! I'm sure I could put it to good use!"
Ehlen smiled broadly, taking pride in his friend's private victory.
"I'm sure you could, Richelle. You are, after all, a talented swordswoman."
As Richelle sheathed her new weapon, Ehlen was not the only one rejoicing.
I had finally decided my first purchase. Although I did not need weapons, I did need healing items and other necessities for combat. Stores who sold these things often operated near each other to make it easier on consumers. People would often stop at one before rapidly going the other. If my hunch proved correct, then there would be an item vendor right by the weapon one.
"Richelle, is there someone who sells items near where you got that sword?"
"Oh yes! I'll take you to the place!"
Richelle grabbed my hand and led me over to the designated area. They were simply a couple merchants selling things on the street, but I could tell by the towering mountains of weapons and armor that they were not lacking. Ehlen did not follow us, so I assumed he was going further in to do some shopping of his own.
"Here you go! Enjoy!" Richelle smiled sweetly and let go of my hand before disappearing into the crowds of people.
By now, my confidence had been restored. Thus, I was no longer apprehensive about being alone. With my renewed assurance, I ambled up to one of the merchants and started reeling off a list of practically every item a warrior would have knowledge of. It was a wonder the poor man didn't stare at me as he went to gather my things.
Then again, he probably found himself in this situation all the time.
Journeys from town to town were not exactly safe nowadays, with the hordes of monsters and many black hearted people who had turned to crime. I shuddered to think of all the valiant fighters that ran out of supplies and consequently died on the road.
Luckily, I would not be one of them.
I also knew I was lucky enough to have a substantial amount of money. This venture had set me back about half of my original amount, but I knew did not need to worry. When I was on duty, I had almost no need for money. Not only that, but slain monsters mysteriously carried currency on them (probably from all the raids that were happening lately). Fighting came easily to me, so I could grab money as well. As a last ditch attempt, I could always use my power to materialize coin out of thin air. I avoided doing that unless I had to, however. It was exhausting (and witnesses often questioned the validity of my items).
After taking and sorting my newly bought items, I prepared to move on when I felt a hand resting on my back.
"Hello there." I whirled around to the sound of a gentle man's voice.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Aaron, a friend of Richelle and Ehlen's. I saw you with Richelle earlier, so I figured you must be the girl that she's escorting."
I bowed my head respectfully.
"I am."
"Pleased to meet you." He held out a hand to me, and I shook it.
"My name is Glory." I replied.
Aaron nodded.
"An excellent name."
I could automatically tell that my new friend was a Seer. If my memory served, his Seer name was the Bloodsword. Aaron's blond hair was kept short, and was a darker shade than mine. His black eyes shone with warmth and friendliness as he greeted me, and I couldn't help reciprocating it. His armor alternated between a musty brown color and a lighter tan. This tan color could be seen in his underclothing. Aaron's shoulder plates and leg cuffs had the same diamond pattern Ehlen had worn, but his was yellow. He stood quite a bit taller than me, as I had to look up to meet his gaze squarely.
"You are a beautiful lady. I wouldn't mind having you along with us."
I couldn't help blushing.
"Thank you. You appear to be quite strong. I know I will be well protected."
"Where do you plan to go now?"
"I think I'm going to travel in deeper and see what else I can find. This is quite a fantastic marketplace, so I'm sure I will enjoy myself."
"Are you all right with going alone?"
"Yes."
"Quickly, before you go. Our party plans to meet up in the center square once we are ready for a break from shopping. I can't tell the exact time, but I think it will be around noon. Can you make the meeting?
"Of course I can. I'm one of your group now."
"All right then. Be careful!"
Aaron cheerfully bade me farewell as I wandered off.
I still walked along aimlessly, unsure of what to buy next, or even to buy anything. Somehow, my feet took me to a market full of maps. It was not as primitive as the one I'd seen before, and there were less people there than my last venture. Most of them were independent warriors considering their next course of action. There was no shortage of energy, as every consumer there are was either negotiating prices or staring at the fine pictures drawn on the parchments. Like before, I stood blankly, and I had no friends to lead me. I had gotten over my overwhelmed sense, so why was I standing here?
My answer was that this situation was truly bizarre.
My powers could direct me anywhere, and I could fly or teleport myself to places within minutes. A journey across the entire world was no feat at all. My entire body was basically a mental map, adding places within time, dropping others, and able to find areas by pretty much any means. With a wide variety of magic at disposal, I was never lost.
What use would I have for a traditional map?
Of course, these traders would only sell their best on the market days. Unless it was for display, none would be inaccurate or outdated.
Still, I had no use for them.
So why didn't I just leave?
I didn't quite know the answer to that.
For some reason I felt compelled to stay here. I may not need a map, but I had a feeling someone else in the very near future might. Of course, it would make more sense to guide a person to this place rather than buy something for them. Somehow, this person (that I suspected I had merely conjured in my head) couldn't get here and I was the messenger.
Unfortunately, the foreigner gave me no directions, so I still didn't know what to buy.
I could at least look at the pretty pictures.
With that, I walked over to a random section of maps and started browsing. I had to admit they were very well done. The colors, designs, patterns, and even the words can only be described as fine art. They were so accurate it was almost frightening. The tiny lines were drawn by only the most perfect of hands. Every state had its cities, and every city had its records, and every record had a date.
I wondered if some brilliant mortal somewhere had spent all his or her life gathering this important information. I'd give this person a medal, but he or she was probably long dead.
Still, these masterpieces didn't interest me, because I still didn't know what I was looking for.
I was so intrigued by them that I jumped quite noticeably when someone spoke for my left.
"You're looking pretty lost there, missy."
Quickly regaining my composure, I stated.
"I am. This shop is huge, and I'm not exactly sure what to buy."
"Well, maybe I can help."
Maybe he could. He did look like a Knight.
"What is your name?"
"Rorando, Thundercry of the Seers."
"My name is…" I started to introduce myself, but my conversationalist cut me off.
"Glory."
"So you know of me."
"Yes, word in this village spreads fast."
"As expected. I'll be traveling with you for a while, if you don't mind."
"I most certainly won't mind. You are both lovely and polite."
My new friend let a smile across his face, and I mimicked his demeanor. His amber eyes showed a cheerful, yet knightly protective, disposition. He had dark brown armor along with designs whose colors matched well. His long hair was short, but not as short as his comrade Aaron's. His underclothing was black, but his dark long boots obscured most of it. On his hands he wore gray gloves, although his fingers were exposed.
Rorando and I continued our jaunty manner, both speaking as though we had known each other for a long while.
"Well, Glory, what you want to buy?"
"That's the thing, I don't know. I have a feeling I will need a quality product though."
"I'm certain you will. The most prized maps are quite expensive, but they're worth a look."
Rorando gestured with his hand, and I quickly followed.
As he weaved his way throughout the shop, I suddenly stopped dead.
Powerful magic penetrated my acute senses. My eyes widened in disbelief.
The magic itself was for navigation, and quite familiar. What was bothering me was the fact that it was in the mortal world. Unless they had been trained in the ways of the divine, mortals hardly ever saw this magic, let alone use it. Even if someone had begun their training, most mortals give up halfway through and never learned of the more intricate powers making this possible. Of course, there was a chance that a heavenly merchant had decided to sell his wares to this shop. Unfortunately, people possessing this power did not let go of their items easily.
Could the divine techniques truly be spreading and becoming commonplace?
I had no time to ponder this question for Rorando called my name.
"Glory, over here!"
Rapidly, I scampered over to where he had directed.
"I hear these maps are filled with hidden magic. I wonder if it's true..."
I did not have to wonder, because I knew. By now the magic was entering me in waves, filling my nostrils like the sweet scent of flowers. Its power was overwhelming, but I forced myself to look upward and meet my friend's eyes.
"Do as you please."
I obeyed the command and entered the area. I understood that the best of the maps would have only the strongest magic. With that in mind, I continued down the aisle. I walked further and further in, inhaling the power as I went. The maps beckoned me to buy them all, but I ignored the temptation.
I had been sent to retrieve the paragon, and I would not disappoint.
I finally stopped when I reached a lone map sitting by itself in a corner. It was a circular holder that seemed a size too big for it. I didn't need to see it to know that it was there. Despite the promise it held, I knew why not many people had looked at it.
Such power could simply bowl a mortal over. It was a wonder that I didn't fall. Power wasn't the only thing. To have great strength was one thing; to apply it was another. This capacity was still rare in the mortal world; not many customers would know how to utilize it. This map had probably been deemed cursed and stashed away.
However, it was perfect for my purposes.
Gently, I picked it up. Although was in good condition, I could tell it had been there for quite some time. The parchment was somewhat ripped, and contained the faded color that befell all ancient documents. The paper held the smoothness of delicacy. I was careful not to stretch it too much, lest it should rend even more.
If this is how it felt on the outside, I wondered what should await me within. Gingerly, I unwrapped my sought-after prize and gripped it in my hands. Once this happened, I could not help but stare awkwardly.
It was just a simple map of the village. Of course, it was very detailed, with all the little houses and chicken pens and heavens above only knew what else.
But why would a simple map exhibiting magic power?
Perhaps the answer had to do something outside the village.
Pondering this thought, I closed my eyes and placed my outstretched hand on the map.
I had not intended to cast a spell, but this item was heedless of my desires. Suddenly, I felt the warm light of magic derived from what appeared to be the underside of my hand. Popping my eyes open, I tried to pull myself away. However, my hand seemed caught by some invisible force, and I soon realized why.
The magical power did not come from me, but the object. My eyes widened in shock as the map surrounded itself with brilliant light. I could only stare as my body became one with it. Despite the awkward position, I was able to keep my balance.
Truly, this item had power; why was it thrown away?
Finally, the magical exchange halted.
However, my emotions did not.
For there, right in my line of sight, was the most detailed version of the outside world that I had ever seen.
It not only showed Coriander, but also its connections. The document did not have approximations, but instead gave exact distances for everything. Places that did not even have names were assigned one here, such as house addresses and those who lived there. The map even showed the ruins of what had been in the past as well as what could be in the future.
Not even my divine comrades could do something like this.
This map had responded to a single thought that was not even actively voiced, and gave all the information in the world. To have any sort of mortal with access to the power seemed inconceivable, yet here it was. Sure there were others that could sense this magic, but they were content with those below.
It was mere chance that I'd wanted the best of the best. What an excellent twist of fate that allowed me to stumble here!
But if a simple item was so powerful, what would become of it if it fell into the wrong hands?
Perhaps the magic was not only for navigation.
I had to test that theory out; I could not just make assumptions.
I did not even place my hand on the map; instead, I shut my eyes, deep in thought.
I decided to hone in on specific areas in Coriander.
I picked a random area; if my theory was correct, the map would still fulfill my request. Having placed my offer, I opened my eyes.
I smiled broadly; my gamble had worked.
Without a single flash of magic, the map had zoomed into my requested location.
It was still as detailed as ever, showing even the most unnecessary information.
I grinned: my assumption was correct.
The magic that had been emitted before had been used for security. The map had locked on to my spiritual profile and would not respond to anyone else unless they shared it. I suspected that was also part of the magic that I felt when I first entered the place.
This might strike a person as odd, but for me it was perfectly fine. Unique accoutrements all over the world called out to proper owners. Once the wielder picked it up, it was his or hers forever.
Some called it destiny; others felt it was sheer luck. I couldn't decide between the two, and frankly why should it matter?
I nodded; I would make my second purchase.
This time, I recognized Rorando as he padded up to me.
"Did you find what you wanted?"
"Yes, this is what I will buy."
Rorando glanced upward and nearly fell over.
"The price... It's outrageous... There's no way a young woman could possibly..."
I cut him off dryly.
"Have enough money. Amazingly, I do and more to spare. If I didn't have enough, I would not have even looked at it. My money will not go to waste."
With that, I walked off to the primitive counter and paid for the artifact.
I glanced back at Rorando, who was still staring wide-eyed.
"Thank you. Without you, I would've never found what I was looking for."
"You're welcome, little lady."
I turned to leave, but his hand stopped me.
"Speaking of ladies, if you happen to meet a woman named Fraudir, tell her about the meeting at noon. She's been informed, but I think she's lost somewhere because she hasn't turned up."
I laughed and couldn't help cracking a joke.
"Of course, she and I will have a girl talk together."
Rorando moaned.
"You women scare me..."
With that, the two of us parted and I traveled on my merry way. I had no particular destination, so I simply wandered around. Eventually my feet carried me upward, following the direction the streets. As I went further and further in, I sensed more and more people. That was nothing new, but my location was. I was so preoccupied by my own thoughts that I didn't realize exactly where I was headed. Eventually, I glanced up and stopped dead.
I was right in front of a toy store! They had gizmos, contraptions, and even the most nonsensical games. Little stuffed animals dotted the shelves and customs hung from empty areas. Any age could be entertained here, and for quite a long time. I wondered if anyone I got lost in the store, only to remain there after its closing. This place was a child's paradise, and it beckoned me to enter.
Despite its callings, I hung back.
I was an adult, and adults did not play with toys.
Yet, something completely irrational overtook me. It was a sensation that I knew, but probably would never feel again. I struggled, trying to return to my natural instincts. My mind was screaming at me, and I used all of my strength and effort to comply. My struggles meant nothing, as they yielded to this unseen, unknown, force. I understood it by knowledge alone, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Finally, I could fight no more, and proceeded to enter the area. I swore I could hear myself laughing internally.
How pathetic this was!
Why would I want a toy?
What use would I have for something that did nothing?
Why? Just why?
As the questions pounded in my head, I made a sharp turn. Within an instant, I was lost in countless stuffed animals. Some of them were dogs with silky yet completely false fur. Other animals resembled tiny kittens that had their mouths perpetually open. Still others took the form of birds that look so real I feared they might fly away. Then, I saw creatures that mortals typically only heard about in stories. Petite angels with their halos and wings, dragons that for once did not breathe fire, magical unicorns looking to prance, all could be found here.
As I walked along, I felt their cute charms calling me.
"Play with us! Play the night away!"
Of course, I snapped out of my trance quickly.
My duty as a goddess was primary.
I did not have time to mess around.
I trotted around, deaf to the foolish child within me.
Although I was deaf to my inner innocence, I was not out of tune with human thought. I ground to a halt as I sensed the presence of another. I peeked around the corner, and sure enough there was another girl.
Her face was flushed the brightest pink. She had a sappy, immature, smile that gushed onto her face. The other woman kept giggling periodically, although I could not tell it at what. Her emotional energy was that of love, but I knew it could not harness it.
It was so fake, so acted, and it would vanish in almost a second.
I sighed and stared at the ground.
Unlike the stubborn one before her, she was surely giving into her more feminine instincts.
I was a warrior through and through; I had no such things.
Be that as it may, I had to speak with her and snap her out of the girly trance.
Each pathetic show of laughter was making my stomach churn.
Lightly, I let my hand rest upon her shoulder.
"Oh!" The woman yelped and turned to face me.
"I'm sorry! I didn't even know you were there!"
"No no, it's fine."
I bowed in greeting.
"I am Glory, and you?"
"Fraudir." The newcomer replied.
Now that she was standing beside me, I could see she looked like.
Fraudir was a Seer called the White Lily, but this was unfitting because there was no white on her. Instead, she wore red, with black armor underneath. Her long brown hair flowed down her back, and reminded me of my true form. Fraudir's brown eyes sparkled with friendliness, no longer containing the girlish personality from before.
"Is there something you wish to ask me?"
"Yes. Your friend Aaron told me that your group will meet at noon in the center of town."
"Oh, right, I forgot, thank you for reminding me!" She answered enthusiastically.
I dipped my head slightly and smiled.
"You're welcome, and don't mention it."
"You're Glory, yes?"
"I am."
Without waiting for more formal introduction, Fraudir cheerfully and rapidly changed the subject.
"Are you enjoying your time at the marketplace?" She quickly asked me.
"It's hard for anyone not to!" I exclaimed, finding the original question somewhat rhetorical.
"Yes of course! Especially with all these adorable stuffed animals!"
I could tell from her giddy comment that she was already returning to her infantile façade.
Unfortunately, I would not fall for the tricks of youth. I would remain the adult, and I had no interest here.
"They are quite cute." I stated, blatantly showing my lack of emotion.
Fraudir didn't seem to notice my attitude and continued.
"Oh yes, they are! Wouldn't you like to buy them all?"
Once again, my internal conflicts let me in the face. Part of me said yes, and would gladly spend all my money on these pieces of fluff. The other part of me, the one more often seen, screamed that it was a useless waste.
The two outlooks clashed repetitively, as a struggled think of an answer. It felt like an eternal battle, with two sides locked in mortal combat. I knew only minutes had passed, but it could've been years. I swore I could hear weapons and armor rattling against each other. While the swords did not reach my flesh, I must've looked absurd standing there.
Finally and expectedly, the adult triumphed, leaving the unfortunate opponent in a bloody mess.
My duty was first and foremost.
Nothing could ever change that.
"No, I'm not really fond of stuffed animals." I replied with confidence.
"Oh, but surely must buy one!" Fraudir insisted loudly.
My eyes widened. In all my travels, it was rare to see a mortal this adamant. What was even more amazing is that it was over something so trivial.
But, once again, even my power couldn't save me.
"All right, I take one into my possession, but no more."
Fraudir clapped her hands together, her eyes shining with girly glee.
"Absolutely wonderful!"
Needless to say, I took the time to gag.
This was not my task. I was no simple child.
Nevertheless, I wandered around, deciding to buy something with the sole intent of pleasing my compatriot. Despite searching for what seemed like hours, nothing looked interesting.
Everything was too childish, too fake.
The cuteness of the accoutrements attracted attention, but it was only because the creators were trying too hard.
I grimaced as I passed the stunning yet lifeless forms. I shrugged my shoulders in slight confusion. Who would want to buy an ornament with the sole purpose of lagging it around?
Certainly not me.
No sooner had I turned a sharp corner did I feel my legs cease moving.
There, among all the charming objects, was one that stood apart from the rest.
Since it was in the back, I squeezed through several of its store-mates to get a closer look.
My efforts were not in vain.
An extraordinary animal greeted me. It could be found in any world, yet was rarely seen. It got pushed away by others of its species, who were capable of more than it could ever dream of. And yet its good looks and loyalty were unparalleled. I was quite fortunate to have stumbled upon something like this.
Staring straight at me was the most awkwardly cute entity had ever seen.
But what was it called…?
I became lost in thought as I cycled through all the names mortals gave to their items.
My mind whizzed through countless words before finally settling on one phrase.
Shih Tzu.
Yes, that was what they called this.
If I remembered correctly, this breed of dog originated from a large country from the East. Mortals called the place China. While this dog was popular in eastern countries from which it came, the same could not be set in other areas. Nevertheless, it was still adorable. There were many translations of its name, but the most commonly accepted among mortals were "chrysanthemum face" and "lion face".
Of course, my divine comrades had a different name for it.
In these turbulent times, anything that could not enter combat was almost guaranteed a bloody death.
The Shih Tzu was, unfortunately, one of those things.
According to legend, Shih Tzu valiantly protected emperors, nobles, and kings. This earned them their other name, sleeves. This was because those who wore robes would keep them in their sleeves, and unleash them to ambush an unwary foe. Unfortunately, the days of dog attacks were long past for the Shih Tzu. It still retained its protectiveness and loyalty, yet had nothing to use it on. The breed had mellowed out quite a bit from its early days, and was found beyond the windows of peoples' homes. While this personality might make it a popular pet, it was unfortunately balanced out. The Shih Tzu also retained a natural stubbornness that made it unfit for any training beyond basic commands. While this isn't to say it was impossible, this breed was not recommended for anyone who specialized in canine occupations.
Knowledge aside, I stepped closer to examine this particular Shih Tzu. Since the breed is not all that popular, someone had to have been a real fan of it in order to make this animal.
The Shih Tzu's brown eyes stared straight back at me, full of playfulness despite its inanimate state. It laid down with its legs sprawled out, head in its tiny white paws. I almost thought it was sleeping with its eyes open but that would be an awkward thing to make. The little stuffed dog possessed a head full of black fur. On top of the head was a tuft of white fur. I would've liked call it star shaped, but that was not quite the case. The semi-star shaped mark produced a trail of white which led down to the area surrounding the nose. The most powerful tool a dog possessed could be many different colors. In this case, it was black. The other tool, the floppy ears, was also black. A fluffy tail sprouted like a flower in bloom, boasting dazzling colors of white and black. Following the head were two oversized spots that alternated between white and black. When the black spot ended, a strip of white shot down the rear left leg. Finally, the fur closest to the rear made itself known with another streak of black, halting its progress right as the tail began.
I smiled. The true embodiment of cuteness!
My smile faded and I shook my head again.
Cuteness wouldn't be helpful in my line of service. Anything that couldn't battle would be ripped to shreds. While cuteness did attract followers, it did not guard one's life.
Unfortunately, the Shih Tzu would have to wait for another lucky visitor.
I had absolutely no use something like this, so why waste the money?
I turned my back when something stopped me. There was no physical force, no presence of another person. And yet, I could not move.
I was wrapped a powerful sensation, yet could not understand anything other than a slight familiarity. Shutting my eyes, I soon realized why.
The voice from the map store pierced my head again, telling me that I should go back, telling me that I had to go back.
There was no sound, no words, just instinct.
It was absolutely absurd to follow this silent instruction that no one else could detect. Chances are it wasn't even real.
But it was incessant in its own way, almost like a cry for help.
I could never ignore a cry for help.
Methodically, I committed back on my feet and started towards the shelves.
With trembling hands I stretched to my tallest height. Like a delicate flower, I gently plucked the stuffed animal from its resting place. Wrapping it cautiously in my arms, I proceeded to pay for my third purchase.
As I finish my task, Fraudir walked up to me.
"Ah! A splendid purchase indeed!" Fraudir clapped her hands and beamed at me.
"Thank you."
"Now, what are you going to name it?"
"Name…it…?" I stared at her, perplexed.
I'd forgotten that mortals had this rather confusing custom of inanimate objects names with proper nouns. I could understand if it was for memorization purposes or to honor the deceased, but for things like this there was no point.
How important was a doll, anyway?
Just as I was contemplating to tell my companion that the doll had no name, something popped into my head.
I blinked, now even more confused.
The name hit me like an arrow, but why?
Why this name as compared to all the others I could give it?
To focus on something so trivial was very unlike me!
And yet I knew that this was the word, and that there would be no other.
I couldn't say how I knew, but it was certain.
I stared straight at the doll and gave my answer.
"Chewy."
Fraudir placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Well, I predict you and Chewy will be the best of friends."
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