His Name

Before Vorbuk knew it their group had decided to run in different directions while they looked for a way out of the illusion. Using his wolf form to run as quickly as he could it was easier for him to run quicker then most. Keeping himself slowed down enough for Isis and Leo to keep up with him. They found themselves running up to an old memory in the illusion.

The child had bumped into the god they had seen before. It was hard to determine what the man was thinking when such a young child's body had slammed into him from behind.

"What's your name?" A voice called out to the child. There was no emotion behind his words and there was no look of warmth in his expression.

"Name?" The child responded simply as he pondered the question.

"Don't mortals usually name their offspring?" The man asked as if he thought the child would understand him. No, perhaps he never expected the child to understand him at all and was simply thinking the question out loud.

"... Your strange." The child said bluntly as he gazed up at the man. He was dressed in brown and his hair was shaggy and grey. It seemed impossible to tell whether the man was young or simply aged slower then others when it came to his looks.

"Invalid. I simply do not interact often.. I prefer to observe the worlds growth from a distance. You can call me Iemis." He said to the child as he turned to leave.

Vorbuk watched as the figure of Iemis disappeared in the distance. Everyone that was part of the illusion disappeared around them as the world began to reform its shape. The world was undergoing change again as a new memory activated.

What was once seconds ago a small village street had become a forest.

"What do we do? The scenery just changed again." Princess Isis asked as she looked around them.

"If it changed again.. Where is he now?" Vorbuk asked as he looked up at Leo. Wondering where the child in the memory was now.

After trudging the forest a bit more that answer came to them on it's own.

The child came walking past them in his ragged clothing and filthy appearance. As if he could not see them at all he walked past them without a word or so much as a glance. Their steps were not far behind the child to find out where they were now.

"I'm back!" The boy's face lit up as he shouted those words. Rushing forward he quickly came up behind Iemis and spoke down to him where he sat. Iemis was on the ground leaning against a tree as flowers happily bloomed all around him in the grass.

"..." Iemis could not find the words to say to the child. It was as if he was looking at something abnormal. Most mortals would not approach him because he was the worlds only god during those days. He had developed a habit of being alone and found others burdensome.

"Your still a man of few words, huh." The child plopped down beside him and chewed on an apple that was partially rotten. As a homeless child he had to survive on his own merits. The world did not favor his life in the slightest so he had grown use to taking care of himself.

"How long are you planning to stay here? You mortals shouldn't waste what short life you have sitting around here with me. Does this world not have enough to peak your interest elsewhere?" Iemis finally broke his silence in order to question the child's motive.

"Pffft.. If I had the strength on my own to do such things why would I follow you around?" The child's response was blunt and harsh. Iemis found the child's harsh honesty something intriguing to him. The child did not lie to him that he favored him.

"Name?" Iemis asked once again for the child's name only to get a puzzled expression.

"I don't know." The child shrugged.

Iemis took the apple from the child and held it in the palm of his hand. A burst of flame exploding forth and incinerating the apple into ash. Wind sweeping by took the ash into the air and blew it away.

"That was my food!" The child shouted and jumped to his feet in order to scold Iemis for burning away the only thing he had eaten in the past few days.

"Eating garbage will only make you ill.. Do you wish to die in just a pitiful way?"

Over the months the boy had been following him around where ever he went the only thing the boy had ate on his own had always been things a normal person would toss in the trash. It was filth and it was making him sick to watch it. He did not normally step in when the humans did their own things but this child was becoming someone who latched on to following him and the more often he watched him be in such a poor state was beginning to bother him in ways he did not think he would ever feel.

Iemis glanced up at the tree as a branch slowly descended. Reaching out his hand til his fingertip touched the branch. Like a flowing way the tree burst into the full bloom. One apple after another sprouted and grew from the tree until they were perfectly ripe within the blink of an eye. The boy was left in a state of awe as the man got to his feet and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want to bother dealing with your corpse when you die so don't die near me."

Iemis started to walk away but paused for a moment before turning to glance at the child.

"Why are you staring at me?" The boy could feel a strange sense of unease from the look in the god's eyes. It felt as if the boy was being sized up. Was Iemis judging the boy's worth?

"Chynir." A single word, a name, escaped his mouth as he watched the child gaze at him questioningly.

"Huh?" The boy was confused at the sudden word directed at him.

"Your name shall be Chynir." He responded back to the boy with a faint smile before continuing to leave.

The child stood there in silence as the figure of Iemis disappeared from his sight.

It may have been just a name. That name might have even been something some would have considered a gift out of pity from the god. Others may have considered that name a gift. But for Chynir who had lived his earliest years alone and nameless, that gift was something that made him finally feel like he could have an identity in the world. Nobody, not even Chynir himself, ever understood the truth behind why Iemis as the eldest god named him when he was a child.

"I. Found. You.~" The sound of the child's voice could be heard from behind over the sound of a bellowing hiss.

As Vorbuk and the other two turned their heads to look behind them away from Chynir's memory they caught sight of the child's form standing tall atop the head of the large snake. Their bodies covered in purple flames. The boy's eyes were glowing red as if he was determined to kill them all.