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- Posted: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 02:14:08 +0000
- SPAKE: darkred -- MIND SPAKE: same, with -- OTHERS: #78504a
One moment, Baal-Malage was watching over the humans. He did this often. In fact, he did little else. This was their calling, their very purpose - to protect them. And how could he protect them, even if the next time was thousands of years in the future, if he did not know them? Mal liked to think that this was why he had never questioned Ashtia. He liked to think that this was the reason that he was content with their task while some of the others were not. Mal spent more time with the humans, and he had learned to love them as Ashtia did.
Of course, the others did not think so. The others believed that Mal only thought this way because he could not think any other way, though they had never said it. After all, his mind was the Goddess' mind. Mal could see this reason, but he did not think that being linked with Ashtia in such a way hindered his own mind. Rather, it cleared his mind. Living with Ashtia's mind as his own was like living with the veil lifted, Mal fancied, and he rather pitied his companions for being blind to what the world was really like.
In the next moment, however, he felt himself falling. It was a strange feeling, one that he did not experience often. While Mal knew a few of his companions would be filled with varying negative emotions, Mal found that he was feeling something close to happiness. Here he was, getting another chance to serve his Goddess, and walking among the humans again. This is what he loved to do. Serving gave him such a satisfaction that nothing else could give him. He had seen the human civilization enough from above, so while he was falling he merely closed his eyes and felt the wind rush over him, savoring the weightless feeling.
Just before he hit the ground, Mal opened his eyes and braced himself. He hit with a resounding thud, and dirt and rocks sprang up from the ground only to rain upon it and him a moment later. Mal had created a small crater, but it seemed nothing else was damaged. He was in a field with its lush green grass chewed down to an uneven carpet. He took a step and looked around. There were trees on the edge of this field that stretched wide and far, and on the other side was the road with a moldy and pest-infested wooden fence. The field was not flat, nor was it small. Rocks studded the earth and extended out like great reaching fingers. The hills were great rolling waves colored with the varieties of flowers that dotted them.
It took Mal a moment to realize that the objects peering from behind a boulder were people. They were very small people, and when they saw he was looking at them the disappeared again. A few goats grazed not far away, not bothered by his dramatic appearance and uninterested in him thus far. Mal stared at the boulder and turned to face it, tilting his head. He was about to speak when a little girl dressed in an old gray-blue dress peered around the boulder. After a moment she stepped out, pointing at Mal and speaking to someone who was still behind the boulder. An adolescent boy grabbed her hand and pulled back, stepping out to face the object that had fallen from the sky. When he saw the man standing there he jumped and clearly was about to make for the boulder when a sudden realization stopped him. He did not look like he knew quite what to think of the situation. It was only then that Mal realized that the wind was just a bit too chilly. He looked down and lo and behold, he was stark naked. "Ah," he uttered, his voice soft and husky from misuse. Not that it got much louder and clearer when he did use it.
"You're naked!" the little girl cried before she began to laugh, back from behind the boulder. The adolescent boy hit her arm in a panicked way, and from behind a rock peered another girl, who was much older. She stared openly as well for a good five seconds before going back behind the rock and saying something to the boy, who rolled his eyes. When he looked back to the strange crimson-haired man standing in the field, he was no longer naked. Mal now had on his usual garb, tweaked so that he would blend in better with the civilization thousands of years after he had last worn it. It wasn't very fine or impressive, and it was not armor, but it did seem otherworldly, much like his sharp features and harsh golden eyes.
Mal took one step forward, putting his hands up to ease their tension. "I mean you no harm. Where am I?"
Still guarded, the boy nudged the small girl, who looked to be his little sister, back a few steps. She looked at him furiously, then stepped forward and around her exasperated brother. "You are in our field!" A ghost of a smile touched Mal's mouth. Young children always amazed him. They lacked care and were completely naive, but their innocence was something that Mal rejoiced in.
The oldest sister came out from behind the boulder again, unashamed to stared at him now while he was clothed. "This is just a village, Lorae." Mal knew it now, and a map of the surrounding area popped up in his head. He had studied the humans' civilization for so long that he knew the names and locations of most villages, towns, cities, and landmarks.
"What road leads to the capital?" Mal asked gently.
The eldest girl pointed to her right, to the road in the distance. "Through Lorae, which is down that way. Follow the road clean through and you should reach it by days end."
Mal examined the road and nodded. That was his destination - he could feel it. But where were his brothers and sisters? They were not by his side. He looked up briefly. Had he been sent alone? He doubted it. There was no way that any one of them could perform their duty without the other six... but what was their mission? Mal's brow creased and his eyes fell to the road in the distance. He knew where to go. Ashtia had told him. But he did not know what to do. Sure that it would become clear to him eventually, Mal said, "Thank you," before setting off with a deliberate step. Before very long, Mal could see on the horizon, very far in the distance, the form of a great city. That was his destination, the capital of Vartia.