Damien smiled at the low ceiling above his bed. He was not seeing the patterned ceiling with some kind of design he couldn’t understand. He was smiling at what he could see in his mind’s eyes. For the first time in a long while, he felt elation. The type that he had not felt since he came to live among the humans. The sort he couldn’t remember ever feeling in the World of Origins. He couldn’t remember if he had felt like that before he was put to his deep slumber to await his Time of Awakening. He had no idea if he had felt so happy about helping anybody before. He couldn’t remember much about what happened before his slumber anyway. Only a sense of who he was and the basic knowledge of the Originers. That was before he was sent to his master, Kostos a strange world that he later learnt was called earth. He briefly thought of his master and wondered what his master would have thought of what he had done that day. He should be happy. He thought. “Yes, he should be,” he affirmed t

Teeth chattering and freezing, Damien concentrated on washing off the caked mud on the tools. He was at least happy that the man had finally left him alone as he had been constantly shouting at Damien in the first few minutes to hurry up! Stop being a lazy idiot! To get out if he is not ready to work!The ensuing silence after his departure was a blessing indeed. Damien had caught the man nodding off from where he leaned against the window from inside one of the sheds where he had ordered Damien to get the tools from.“I will be back soon. You will be in trouble if I find out that you did not do this right!” was his last threat before he left.Damien could have hooted in glee if he could get his teeth to cooperate but at this rate, he could almost believe that they would fall off before he finished what he was doing. Fast though he was, the tools were enormous that they could have taken a regular human at least two days to finish washing.“Why do we have to wash something that would b

Damien stopped himself from assuaging his urge as he hoped desperately that he wouldn’t be sent away. If his crime was too high, it might affect Alamin who had spoken up for him. “A million dollars?” how much was that? He wondered. He knew it had to be a lot though because of the way the man gave him a triumphant look when he said the amount out loud.He could see that the man was looking uncomfortable now as well and he knew that he wouldn’t mind devising other ways to torture him soon.“Sir should we send him away?” the assistant blurted out when he couldn’t take the tension anymore.“What do you mean by sending him away?” the Head Gardener said so suddenly that Damien almost jumped. “Have you forgotten that he was employed by the butler? What would you say happen to him when you are asked? I can see that you wouldn’t mind losing your job”The assistant was confused. Was he not the one that said he should look for all means to make sure that boy was off the land within two days?“Y

The following week was hell for Damien. If it was to be a lesser man or one without his special abilities, he would have broken down. None of Damien’s tormentors had any idea of who he was though and his nemesis, the assistant gardener couldn’t but marvel at the resilience of the young man. Torturing Damien became an obsession for him because now he wasn’t just acting on the Head Gardener’s directives, he was intent on making sure that Damien broke and finally gave up. The Head Gardener on the other end would pretend to be nice to Damien after which he would scold his assistant for not doing what he sent him to do right. “Just to send that young man away! You couldn’t do it. Of what use are you to me here then?” he could be heard shouting at him in one of the greenhouses one day. Mrs Macmillian was a lover of flowers who had no green thumb of her own and she was known for her wild love for anything flora. It doesn’t matter how much the flower could be, she would make sure she gets

Damien couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Alamin. The man was totally different from the smelly, sweat-ridden man he met about a week ago. Of course, the man’s bad eye was still very glaring as it had an ugly extra flesh on it that looked burnt like a natural eyepatch and the limp in his leg couldn’t be overlooked as well but beyond that; he was different.Gone were the old clothes and even his formally gaunt looks had taken on a roundness that promised to flesh out as time goes on. He was dressed in an inferior version of the butler’s wear. Pristine shirt and expensive-looking trousers with a pair of gleaming shoes that made him look almost handsome.“You” Andrea pointed at him as the pair got closer “I know you”Alamin bowed slightly in greetings as he had been taught in the past days “Good afternoon, miss”“Butler Shawn,” Andrea said in excitement as if she was truly fond of the butler.The latter chuckled as he greeted her then he added “Have you been up to any mischief, miss?”