I woke up to the room consumed by the cold, almost feeling like winter.

It can’t be

winter; I couldn’t have slept for that long. I wrap myself up with the blanket to protect myself

from the cold and take a peek outside the room to see the time of day. Looking out the window,

it didn’t take too long to notice that it was the dead of night, it’s silent, it’s peaceful, it even

seems that the critters of the night are quiet tonight. It reminds me of the peaceful nights back

home when I was a kid. It reminds me of calm feeling I would get looking at some of the

beautiful sights traveling through space. I feel at ease in the moment; however, I’m still bothered

by it being so cold like winter when I can’t recall yesterday ever getting this cold. I make my

way back to the room I was sleeping in to find a calendar sitting on a folding metal chair. I walk

over to the chair to pick up the calendar and find a day circled on the calendar and the words

“day you slept.” I flip through the calendar over into the next year to find a second date circled

with the words “today and winter.” I further examine the calendar and it says, “there’s a fridge

with a midnight snack Echo whipped up earlier for you to eat, cheers! -jeff” on the margin. I look

around and after looking down, I see a small refrigerator cracked slightly open. Well that wasn’t

there before. Looking at it closely, the power cable is covered in some electric tape with the two

ends of cable being of different shapes. While the end connected to the wall is a smooth, thin

cable, the other side connected to the refrigerator is a rigid, square shaped cable with a dividing

line running down the middle of the cable. It seems Jeff and Echo are elsewhere. I crouch down

to open the small refrigerator to find a plate with some fruit, speared together by a long piece of

refined wood. I sit down with the plate of food and eat, it’s been a while since I was last awake

after all, ever since the watermelon heist… I have to wonder where they got such great tasting

fruit. Each and every bite is as enjoyable as the last. The fruit is rich in taste, it’s juicy, it’s

amazing! The fruit was invigorating that I didn’t notice that I was exerting energy, the fiery aura
that I’m used to. I relax myself a bit to take in that fact that I’m completely rested now. My body

seems to be in tip-top shape. It isn’t time to celebrate though. I sit down and use my sight to look

back in time to look at the events during my accidental hibernation.

That bone bird is at it again. It appears Jeff, Echo, and a few others are exploring an

imposing tower. It feels like everyone could see its stature from all the lands, but a tower can’t be

that big, surely. Let’s fast forward a bit here. It seems there’s a skirmish atop the tower while Jeff

and Echo are fighting “bird bone” in a tear in space. Seems like I’ll have to patch a hole, could

be bad if left unchecked. Let’s fast forward some more, it seems that the tower fell and

something is rising from the hole. Let’s look a little further into the future here. That monster

can’t be good, and neither can those dragons be any good. Moving it along, it seems some of the

people from the skirmish earlier are falling from the monster. It seems these people falling from

the beast are safe after some time knocked out. Huh… I wonder if Jeff is okay from that crash

landing. It seems the cat thing from earlier looks more like a person now, he’s still quite the runt.

I should move things along here, oh… that’s gruesome. I guess back surgery is a little pricey

even for a god. Ah! It seems those two have gotten married and that’s why they’re gone now. I

wonder why they didn’t wake me up to show up to it. I look through time again but at myself

sleeping during that time. Some days Jeff would come by and try to apply something to my body

with substances coming from unlabeled bottles and boxes getting some interesting results. It

seems after the day of the watermelon heist my body was melting and Jeff probably tried his best

to keep my body intact. I guess it was best they didn’t wake me up. Although… I check my body

to find any weird marks or new appendages from Jeff applying weird substances to my body, but

I seem to be fine.
 I slump back into the couch for a few minutes thinking of my next course of action. I

need to find a way to get home. I guess I should look to see what I brought with me in my space

pouch to gather up some ideas on what to do next. It definitely helps that the flow of time

between this world and my own are marginally different. I still shouldn’t waste time though.

Guess I should sleep the night away and figure out what to do tomorrow.

I wake up with it now being morning. I look around to find that the refrigerator and the

chair with the calendar on it are now missing from the room. It seems they’ve been replaced by a

large paper on the floor. I hop off the couch and take the paper to find that it’s a map of this

world, Orywall to be exact. I examine the map to get a general idea of where the many towns and

cities are located. Enough with that I suppose. I take a finger and motion it to shape out a special

pattern finishing it with the shape of a circle for it open up my space pouch. I store the map in it

and search through my belongings to see what I brought with me. First thing that my hand

reaches for is Alessia’s core. She took quite a blow during the fight to protect me from my

grandmother. She took quite the blow the nanobots that gave her form were all destroyed or too

damaged to even reassemble to make a temporary body. I’m glad I nabbed this before it too was

destroyed. As I stand there thinking about bringing her back online as my task for today, it

brought it to my attention that after all this time here in Orywall, I haven’t checked on the vessels

I stored the god’s spirits in. I check my person and realizing they’re not on me, I anxiously check

my space pouch for them. After some searching, I look high and low in this room to see if maybe

they fell off of me in my sleep. I come to the conclusion that it’s not on me, in my pouch, or in

this room. I store away Alessia’s core in the pouch and clean up the room after my search. The

spirits should still give off some kind of energy for me to detect, right? It’s something I never

really considered, but I put it to the test and focused on finding a large amount of divine energy.
It doesn’t help that all the gods of this world live exactly on this plane. After some struggle to

find their spirits, they seem to be quite a far away from here. Well, thank Jeff for showing me a

cartoon that inspired a fast way of teleportation. I take two fingers to my forehead and teleport

over to where the spirits are.

Upon teleporting, I find myself in a dark room, well, mostly dark. It seems this room has

some items that glow. To get a better look, I let out a bit of fiery aura to light up the room to get

a better look at everything. It seems there are books that show just how old this world really is.

Looking at some of the relics here, there’s no mistaking that some of the things in here are made

by a divine being. Some things are still intact while other things are dismantled, each part of

these dismantled items having a label on them like someone was trying to understand how some

of these relics made by the divine worked and what purpose they served. Continuing to look

around it seems there’s a process, a collection area where all these relics are placed, a

dismantling stage for understanding these relics, and a destruction stage for disposing of these

things for good. Moving on from this end of the room, there’s a wall with sketches of different

beings, one of them being… Jeff? Could the people in these drawings be related to him in some

way? Looking at Jeff’s portrait, there are other depictions of him pinned behind his current

image, one of which he’s wearing a diver’s helmet. Next to his depiction are images of a boy and

a girl, “Azren ‘Oliver Hargrove’” and “Echo ‘Cyril Silversky’” labeled respectively. Could they

be avid followers, champions to Jeff? Or was it that messenger stuff Jeff was telling me about?

I’ve been asleep so long I can’t remember the exact details. Perhaps these are other gods and

their “messengers.” Perhaps. The only other notable thing about this wall is that four of the

beings on this wall are crossed out. Looking down, there’s a small table against the wall with a

gun resting on the table. Looking at the build of it, it too seems like something a god made. I’ve
never used a gun before, guess I can take this and play around with it later. I put the barrel of the

gun in my pocket with the handle sticking out. I move over to another end of the room to find the

spirits I had been looking for. And it seems they’re all still there. The vessels I made to contain

the spirits of the gods from my world seem to have been through a beating. Forcing my sight

once more, I peak through time to see what the vessels had been through. Looking through the

past, that red glint in my fading vision from that time ago, it was that man in red armor who

found them and left them in their current condition. I guess I never got the chance to store them

away safely before being sent here. Looking further in time, the man, unarmored, is performing

some tests on the vessels. While some tests were examinations of the unique patterns of the

vessels are careful attempts at prying them apart with special instruments, it seems that failure to

dismantle the vessel would quickly escalate in a barrage of beatings towards the vessels out of

frustration. I get the air that this person has a disliking towards the divine. While I can’t blame

him too much, I can’t imagine being filled with enough hatred to get to point like this. I wonder

what the divine might have done to him to be like this. I hope he isn’t blind to attack any divine.

I don’t remember the spirits glowing this bright in their vessels. Despite the beating done

to the vessels, it seems the spirits in them had enough time to rest and replenish their energy. I

properly store them away in my space pouch and close it up. After some standing around

thinking of what to do, I realize I don’t have a real way of getting back. Since Jeff isn’t around, I

can’t just teleport to him to get back to Shadowfen. I guess I have to leave this place. I open the

door as quietly as possible, if the definition of quiet is an elephant trying to sneak. Luckily it

seems no ones around to really hear the commotion. I find a window to look out of and notice

I’m a ways up in this building. The window also seems to not open. I suppose if this building is a

bit unoccupied, I can just make my way through without any trouble of course. I’m walking
through this building, some of the hallways decorated with some interesting paintings. I wonder

if it’s some of the history of this world. One of the paintings that caught my eye was one of a

large black figure rising from the ocean making its way towards land. Another painting that

caught my eye was of a man in red and blue cloths running through scaffolding and ladders,

avoiding barrels that a large monkey is throwing as an obstacle for the man to get through. Other

features I noticed while walking through this place like preserved creature heads, fancy rugs,

exquisite chandeliers, and torches on the wall made me realize I’m in a castle. For a castle to

have some of the varying decorations, I get a feeling that this castle isn’t as old, or should I say

young, as it looks. Maybe it was a mistake to stay longer than I have.

After walking for a while now through many hallways and stairwells, a door opens and a

man with a bath towel wrapped around at his waist with another towel in the shape of a pyramid

on his head walks out. Not having enough time to hide, he takes notice of me and we awkwardly

stare at each other. A moment of silence passes before I start pacing away quickly as I notice this

is the man in the red armor. The man dashes into another room, and I here clanging of metal in

the room this man ran into, and before I could escape, the man, now suited in his red armor,

busts through the wall at such a force, he pins me to a wall. “How dare you embarrass me in my

own home!” the man shouts, with each word accompanied with a bash of my head into the

fortified walls of this castle. A little dazed, but focused, I push the fabric of space around me to

put some distance between us and pat the fabric back into place. I shake my head a bit to clean

myself up from the debris of the castle wall. “I made a mistake thinking you would rot and die in

that hole!” “Look, I’m just trying to get home and- “I say before he interrupts and says to me, “I

can’t let a divine like you live in my world, especially one that brought other divine with him.” I

take a defensive and evasive position in this fight. Despite wearing full armor, this man is quick
on his feet. He faked me out with a punch and carried his advance with a cane. The fake out was

a pain to deal with because it hurt my defense on his following attacks. He would back me up to

one side of the hallway’s walls which I would bounce off of to get spacing away from him when

I could. He caught on quick, and in his pursuit, he turned the cane around to catch me by my face

and throw me off the wall to the ground. Before I had the chance to get up, he grabbed me by the

leg and flailed me around slamming me into the ground several times. On the last flail upwards

with let my body go, and too fatigued from the onslaught, I couldn’t recover to get away. While

in the air from when he let go, he jumped up, grabbing me by the face, throwing me into the

opposite wall with a force so strong I bounced off of it a bit. What came to my surprise, his

armor sprouted wings which he used to fly to me to bat me down to the ground with the cane.

Such vulgarity in his attacks, such power. This was no normal mortal and I can’t just evasive

maneuvers to get out of this one. I don’t want to damage this castle either. So, if it’s a fight he

wants, it’s a fight he’ll get. This should be a good opportunity to loosen up after recuperating for

such a long time. I’ll just use this time on the floor to think of a good attack plan.

Xermador lied there on the floor after the onslaught that Masdar laid out. “Will you get

up on your own, or do expect me to raise you myself?” Masdar said. He began to descend back

to the ground and approach Xermador. Before Masdar could get any closer to continue his path

of destruction, Xermador disappeared in a puff of smoke with the torches on the wall

simultaneously catching fire. Masdar looked around warily. He examined the fires noticing they

weren’t normal by any means. Before anything noticeable occurred, he threw his cane to put out

some of the fires and took a step and spread his wings once more predicting Xermador’s attack.

Xermador attacked Masdar through a multiform technique using the fire from the torches.

Xermador created a large visage of himself from the fire and punched down on Masdar who
predicted such an attack and blocked the hit with his wings. However, Masdar didn’t think such a

move would give him so much difficulty. While Xermador raised the intensity of the flames,

Masdar, struggling, used dimension door to move away to grab his cane and move on the

offensive. Masdar ran towards Xermador’s multiform fires, he threw his cane at the fires to put

out the source of Xermador’s visages on one side of the hall. To take out one of the remaining

two, Masdar maneuvered between Xermador’s punches and gave himself a boost with his wings

to jump up and pull the chandelier down to put it out. Before Masdar could put out the last one,

the fiery visage of Xermador changed into a spiral, spiraling from the torch back to the floor of

the hall, Xermador re-emerging from the fire. “You’re few and far between when it comes to

dealing with a deity, but you’re quite intuitive,” Xermador said, complimenting Masdar. “I

haven’t had a good ‘bout in quite some time!” Masdar exclaimed. Xermador and Masdar pace

towards each other and stop a few feet away from each other. Xermador gives a slight smile

while Masdar seems to change tune and seems to start enjoying the fight instead of treating it as

a task he must do. They push each other back with the intensity of their energies and rush

towards each other. Masdar with his cane, Xermador with his Blade of the Universe, they trade

blows. While Masdar gets more into the groove of things, Xermador is a little confused. He

strains his eyes once more to see how much damage his blade is doing. Xermador maneuvers

around Masdar and jabs him a great distance with his elbow to Masdar’s back. He takes a

breather and examines his blade. “Why the hell isn’t this thing working?” Xermador muttered to

himself. Masdar took notice and put his cane away and readied his fists. Xermador put his blade

away and readied his fists as well and the two began to trade blows. It didn’t really matter who

was leading this fight, in this moment, it turned from man versus god, to two warriors having a

skirmish for fun. It seems this is the most fun the two have had in a while, trading blows against
a strong opponent, pummeling each other into the walls of the castle hall, showing off their

unique techniques, escalating in intensity.

The fight was escalating a point where the hall was in tatters. Before they were able to

continue, a beam from the other end of the hall passed in between the two just missing them. The

two looking over where the beam came from there was a woman who shouted, “WHAT! ARE!

YOU! DOING! MASDAR!” “You promised we would have tea today and I’ve been waiting for

hours!” she continued. “And who’s this!” the lady pointed at Xermador, who felt a bit of unease

being pointed at. Before the two could say anything in response, the lady continues, “ugh!

Masdar, just go get the tea ready, and prepare enough for our guest here. And little guest, clean

up this room. I hope you have some kind of magic to make things easier.” Xermador looks to

Masdar for help, and all Masdar could say was “do as she says.” Masdar left the room to make

tea while Xermador, in defeat, cleaned up the room with some basic magic to restore the room to

its previous condition.

Such a mess. I can’t believe I’m stuck cleaning! I thought I was done with that when I

stopped traveling space. It didn’t take too long to clean up this room. Once I finished, it seems

Masdar also finished his job of making tea. The lady from before motions us over and we follow

her to a nicely decorated lounge like room. We all sat down with Masdar, still in his armor,

serving the two of us tea, while serving himself some tea afterwards. The lady takes a sip, and

looks towards me and says, “I can see you’re quite strong, I saw your performance against my

most sweetest Masdar.” It’s hard to tell, but is Masdar blushing? “I have a proposition for you.

Serve in our military as our secret weapon to let my dearest spend some more time at home and

be able to take care of some of his endeavors, and in return I’ll provide anything that you need,”

the lady adds. “So, what do you say?” I drink my tea in one go and quickly decline the offer.
Although serving in a military would be good training, I shouldn’t meddle too much in another

world’s political affairs. “I refuse,” I simply say. “Very well, you’re free to leave now. You’re

also free to come back if you like and take me up on my offer if you change your mind,” She

simply responds. I get up and realize that I don’t know my way back to Shadowfen. Before I left,

I asked for directions to get back and they showed me how to get to Shadowfen from Nyer. I

thank them for their hospitality and a guard escorts me out and I fly off to Shadowfen.

Some time had passed during my journey back. As I land in Shadowfen, my stomach

starts to rumble. Huh, I should get something to eat. I start walking towards the bakery and enter.

Upon entering, there’s a family enjoying their pastries on one end of the shop while two men

with cat ears and tails are sitting at a table by the entrance. This world has cat folk too? I look at

the refrigerated display case filled with many delicious looking pastries, but the one that caught

my eye the most was the sweet bread, a simple pastry must be good. I ask the lady at the counter

for two and she hands them to me. “That will be four copper,” she said. I completely forgot I

needed money to buy things. I explain I had no many to the lady and to just take them back, but

one of the cat eared men over hears me and walks on over and offers to pay. I accept and thank

him for his hospitality. The people of this world are really hospitable. “The names Azren,” the

man says. “My name is… Rex!” I respond, giving him my short hand name. “If you’re having

money troubles, you could try doing some work for my brother’s guild here in Shadowfen. You

seem like a strong guy, you could probably get by easily with that cool lookin’ sword,” Azren

says. “I’ll check it out if I have some time,” I respond. “Well, I ought to get going now, it’s a bit

late after all. Enjoy the pastries,” he says before leaving with the other cat eared man. As he

leaves, I noticed the glow of one of his weapons as he moves into the dark of the night. I sit

down and eat my pastries and sit there for a bit until the lady from earlier tells me it’s time for
the store to close. I bid her a good night and make my way to the potion shop and to the room I

was staying in. Today was a good day. I lay down on the couch and knock out and sleep until the

next day.

For a couple months, day in and day out, I’ve been examining the blade and trying to

figure out why it didn’t do damage to Masdar during our skirmish. During the dead of night, I

would find the monster lurking to test the blade on, and it didn’t leave a mark on those I struck

with my blade. It’s been some time now since Jeff left. I was still alone examining the blade.

Maybe it was the frustration, maybe it was extended nights awake trying out anything I could to

get the blade to work, but it felt like my body was beginning to move on its own. There was a

calm, earthy kind of aura surrounding my body. I guess I’m going along for the ride. My body

takes the blade and begins to walk out of the potion shop and start flying. Some time passes and

it seems my body is headed towards Tottenham and its’ castle. My body lands a bit past the

castle nearby some fancy houses. My body waves a hand over the door knob of one of the houses

and I hear a click and see the door open. My body walks into the house and reaches another door.

It seems this one is already open. My body goes through and what I can see is a blue glow

coming from a sheath of weapons. My body grabs what seems to be a lance made out of sapphire

that glows a nice blue. My hand motions to make a cutting motion by the handle of the lance and

particles of magic shimmer and twinkle bits of orange. It seems my body cut the flow of magic

that’s used to bond the weapon to its owner. My body takes the lance and the Blade of the

Universe, and the two weapons seem to merge, creating a nicely decorated sapphire lance with

unique carvings, similar to the ones found on the vessels. I hear a voice shout from behind me,

“my lord!” My body seems to teleport behind the man and knock him out in one swift blow. At

least my body was kind enough to leave him alive. I look around and it seems that this is the
home of that one cat eared man, and this seems to be the other cat eared man that was with him

in the bakery. My body moves towards a night stand next to the bed and summons up a note that

reads “I owe you one, kid.” Well I guess I owe him double. My body moves out of the room and

out of the house, closing the door behind him. My body waves a hand over the door once more

with a click to be heard, presumably locking the door. I don’t know what my body wants to do.

My body makes its way back to Shadowfen. After some time, my body makes it back to the

potion shop and back to the room I’ve been sleeping in for a while now. My body hits the couch

and both my body and I knock out for the night. I wake up the next morning late into the next

day. I summon my blade as usual to confirm what I witnessed last night was even real, and sure

enough, my blade has now taken the form of the sapphire lance that the man named Azren once

owned. What the hell did my body do? I guess it’s not all bad, I have something that I can use to

fend for myself. At least my body thought so.