The woman who Setanta calls master is dressed in a black dress that covers her from halfway through her face to the ground. The black dress is also filled with frills that move horizontally across the dress all through it, they remind me of waves on a beach.Her head is covered in a veil that conceals her face entirely with one thing of note being the silver circlet that holds the veil over her face. Her hair is a beautiful light shade of purple and mimics that of a shark's tail."Wait did you just say Scáthach! As in the woman who trained the beastkin during our earliest years so we could strike back and reclaim Tir na n-iontas, the queen of shadows herself!""Yep, she is mine and Ferdiad's master."Jumping off all of the bodies he sits on top of, Setanta says, "And if my wife number zero. Now give your husband to be a kiss."Φ All my senses heighten as I feel a murderous aura emanating from my right, so I turn my face and say, "Ferdiad, did you arrive with master?""Yes, she brought
Year 1All I feel are sharp pains throughout my body. How long has it been since I started walking? It could only have been just over a day, or I would be dead. I haven't taken time to rest because I feel I would collapse and fall over if I did.My feet are numb, my arms are shaking, and I can barely see anything. My ears are about to fall off, and all the liquid in my body is about to freeze.I feel as though my consciousness could fade at any moment. All I know for sure is the weight of my bag on my back and that I'm walking upwards.Thoughts run through my mind, like how can snow so white clear and beautiful destroy my senses as it is now? I spent years finding the materials to construct clothes resistant to this cold, so that I could climb this mountain at the end of my life, but it barely is doing anything for me.I laugh a little at the hopelessness of my situation, but then my throat feels a sharp pain. I can’t even slightly open my mouth in this cold; the moment the cold air c
It’s morning, I think to myself as I wake up, or evening, or night, in all honesty, I have no idea which it is, but no time for that. It’s a new day for me, time to explore. So I put on the clothes I have claimed as my own, say good morning to my darling and set out first; I check the kid’s door.The snow has yet to return to the child’s door, so I open it and see that it’s very much a kid’s room. On the bed in the room, I go up close and see the kid sleeping. After getting a good look at the kid, I concluded it couldn’t be any older than five or six years. Its hair is also white again.I should also check its gender; however, I don’t want to strip a kid. Hence, I decide to leave before the kid wakes up and gets an even worse opinion of me. Closing the door of the kid’s room, I go look around.On the second floor, I found a lot of empty rooms with nothing in them though they all look well-kept. I found a study and what I believe is a walk-in closet with many females and a few male gar
Ten months later“Do we only exist to suffer,” this is the only thought that goes through my head as I get up from the floor. I can’t keep doing this. It’s been almost two thousand combinations I am about to go insane!But the worst part is that these fruits are super nutritious. It’s making me healthier. My sense of taste is sharper than it ever was, so I can feel that disgusting aftertaste even more. The only way solace I have, is the shower I take at times to relieve stress, but the water has no temperature, so it’s just pressure.Though I have been making some progress on one front, the kid has been staring at me from a closer and closer distance. It’s at the point where the kid can stay in the same room as me, as long as I pretend not to see it.Still, if I try to start a conversation, it no longer screams but runs away fast, which has stopped any progress beyond this point. It’s almost been a year, and this is all I have to show for it.Still, with how much healthier I have been
Year 2Two weeks laterWhile sleeping I feel a soft fist hitting me constantly; I try to ignore it and go back to sleep, but then it starts hitting me more, and I hear, “Capti” repeatedly.Still, I don’t feel like getting up yet, so I will ignore it, but then I feel a hard impact on my head.Did that brat just headbutt me; “LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE,” I say as I jump from the bed.Then in the corner of my eye, I see the boy trembling with tears in his eyes. Crap, it seems I scared him, but it’s his fault for messing with me in my sleep again.I guess he won’t learn anytime soon. Oh no, his hair is starting to turn yellow, so I should still apologise. Now in my most soothing voice, I say, “Sorry”, he seems to cheer up after that, so I guess I should start my day.Ever since that day when he asked my name, the boy and I have been talking much more. Well, talking might be a stretch since he goes silent whenever I ask a question or looks bewildered, so it’s usually me just answering his que
Year 3Log of the boyName: OrbAge: 8(approximately)Hair: white (normal?) Red (anger), Green (excitement), Yellow (fear)Brown (nervousness) Grey(confusion)Cream(hunger)Lime(lying) Orange(uncomfort)Black(worry)Pink(Happiness)Eyes: Blue(left) Gold(Right)Likes: Drawing, Food, Snow Sculptures, Books, Captivant?Dislikes: Being left aloneHeight: 126 cmWhile Orb is merrily reading some new books I made for him, he asks, “Hey, Capti, what does this word mean.”“Let me see,” I say as I heads over to Orb’s book. The word I see is time.Where do I even begin, to explain the idea of time to Orb is easy, but he loves to keep asking questions, and I am not sure if he is ready to learn arithmetic. Well, I need to start eventually because he will be moving on to tenses, and understanding time is essential for that. So, I decided to go ahead with the explanation.So, as I proceed to give a long lecture to Orb. I explain the idea of time, how we measure it, and the daylight cycle. At first, Or
Year 4“Now, let us begin operation new food,” I say fervently, as Orb claps excitedly beside me.Due to my priorities changing last year, I couldn’t try out the new combinations for the spices and seasonings, so here I am. But I discovered that Orb has a rather sharp tongue, so I asked him to taste each of the spices and seasonings to find out which of the sections I should put them in.This was not by any means a failproof method; We still passed out due to mistakes when splitting the spices up, but it worked out well.I showed Orb the proper amount of spice to put on the fruit. I also made it crystal clear that you shouldn’t mix too many spices; I need to try my best to avoid another poisoning situation.We found four more combinations that neutralise the aftertaste of the fruit, and we successfully found one that made the fruit taste better.“Yummy”, Orb said with delight.“This isn’t just average; It tastes good.”“Orb, we did it!” I say as we both begin jumping with joy. Out of
Year 5Log of the boyName: OrbAge: 10(approximately)Hair: white (normal?) Red (anger) Green (excitement) Yellow (fear)Brown (nervousness) Grey(confusion) Cream(hunger)Lime(lying) Orange(discomfort)Black(worry)Pink(happiness)Purple(?)Gold(arrogance)All with strands of sliverEyes: Blue(left) Gold(Right)Likes: Drawing, Food, Snow Sculptures, Books, Captivant, WolfieDislikes: Being left alone, Physical contactHeight: 150 cm“Orb, it’s time for your special crash course in the Heavens and the Heroes songs. Let me hear your excitement.”Orb screams very cutely.“Orb in this world, there are three main languages in which all others derive from, we call these the trinity languages or the tria carmina. The saviours song, the heavens song and the heroes song.”“Hey Capti, why are there different languages, and why would there be differences between them?”“A language is heavily derived from environments, so If you think about it logically, it won’t make sense for people living all ac