A new beginning (1): I am back?
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Olearia Of The Dreaming Paradox has entered the God's Sponsor World.
Olearia is looking for interesting things.
Olearia had found the existence of the Moonier Empire.
Olearia is looking for someone to support.
Olearia is now replaying the scenes of the Moonier Empire .
Olearia had chosen Carlos as Olearia's Mask.
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And then, the world blinked.
Carlos awoke in a bed of the silence room filled with only darkness and a light coming through from the only one window that had been opened and beneath a sky too blue to be real, the floor is too clean to feel safe, his pain disappeared, his chest unscarred,his body shrunk and his hands which wore the sword as his companion, the hands which was rough and hard, they become small. His reflection in the nearby mirror in front of his bed showed the face he hadn't seen for a long time, the face that had not feel anything and the body of a boy who through puberty just now is right in front him--- 15 year old of body, he freckled, wide-eyed, innocent yet laced with memory.
Carlos looked around the room as if he had seen a ghost. And the thing is the ghost might be him.
It is a folded ensemble of shadow and fire. The coat was black velvet, stitched with fine silver thread that shimmered like a forest in Isrendal ice mountain, the buttons with golden colour carved with the crest of the royals—an obsidian lion encircled by silver flames. The high collar stood proudly, stiff with starched defiance, and the silver embroidery swept across the chest in a pattern of roaring frames, dancing with regal defiance. Draped beneath it was a heavy crimson cloak, the color of blood and fire, its inner lining quilted with soft silk while on the outside edge it was with animal furs.
Carlos remembers this outfit very well. It was the outfit that he was worn for his brother, Erevan's 16 birthday and walked with him as the king's duke and personal knight. His brother had put so much effort for him and Erevan didn't want to make a mistake on his birthday. So, his brother designed himself for Carlos and let the tailor create this perfect piece. He was able to wear it and escort his brother through the hall but unfortunately the assassins came and his outfit that his brother had designed by taking a lot of time, was ruined. And Erevan was very sad about that.
The room was silent, but Carlos' mind screamed.
He closed his eyes waiting to wake up in front of hell and heaven doors like those stories his brother had told him about. Carlos always thought those stories were bullshit. Now, he is waiting for that bullshit to come. He waited….he waited… and he waited.
And…..nothing happened.
Carlos' face filled with anger. Now he is pissed. Was it a joke? There is no way a normal human like him can turn back in time. But for the one with the contract of the god, it might but even so it would still be hard. And the god won't use those powers on them.
And why he, Carlos of all, is now turning back time. He doesn't even have a god that supports him.
"There must be someone behind it"
"You are right, there is someone" the voice echoed in the room as if Carlos' room had now become a cave and the voice is coming from all directions as the mysterious man or woman he doesn't know speaks. At first the voice is of the male but as it speaks the whole sentence after the first, it sounds like a woman.
"Who are you?" Carlos asked directly as he had no strength to feel pissed again.
"Me, Oh…"
"I am your benefactor, you know a god that supports you"
"What?"
"No, i don't have supporting god, and even if someone want to become my god, I… they still need to make contract"
"Only if they are normal gods."
"Hmm...?"
"Allow us to introduce ourselves."
"Us?"
"We are us, we are everything… as long as we dream we can be everything"
"We are Olearia Of The Dreaming Paradox"
"The God of Dreams"
"And, we had chosen you as our mask"
"Mask?" Carlos asked with a bit of inpatient showing across his face yet he managed to control his voice. He is not a fool. The time when that god says normal gods, Carlos had known, the one he is speaking is one of the outer gods of another universe. And that god has taken an interest in him. That means that his reborning or returning back in time was the god's. So, Carlos should care about what he will say. After all he didn't watch the god mad and ruin his room along with the outfit beside him. Hell no, he is not going to ruin the outfit again.
"Mask is our way of describing you as ours"
"Didn't every god have that?"
"No, they don't"
"They don't have names differently or describing as theirs, they only call theirs as toys"
"And how do you know?"
The room fell silent again as the only voice they could hear was the soft rustle of wind through the window curtains and the lonely song of the birds on the trees as if they wanted to fix the silence. After not talking for a while and for a moment silence had become unbearable for Carlos. It felt like a conversation with his brother. As the god didn't seem to talk unless he answers, so as a very direct man, Carlos answers—
"Brother…"
The silence stretched, long and fragile, like a thread pulled too tight and the wind still blowing through the wind and Carlos hairs which were messy since awoken had fallen completely on his right eyes.
"Right, your brother is some god"s mask too."
"If we were to believe, your brother didn't get treated right."
Carlos sighs. This god know too much as expect of a stronger being, it know everything"
"Yes, my brother god is a pain in his head" Carlos said, his voice wavering as he spoke. Damn his brother is his pain in his ass too. He had only thought for a while but that can make his calm voice shuttered.
"Let not talk about the past"
"You have already pass through too much"
"Let talk about the contract between us"
"Contract?"
"I thought you were already become my supporter"
"No, no matter how strong I am, I can't break the contract between the gods and your Queen Lilian"
"After all I respect her, and i only take you temporarily as my mask so that i could turn back time"
"I still need to get you chose me to become fully your god"
"So,..."
"TELL ME, CARLOS OF MOONIER EMPIRE, THE DESCENDENT OF LILIAN MOONIER, THE LION OF THE EAST…."
"WILL YOU CHOSE US AS YOUR SUPPORTER AND LET US SEE THROUGH YOUR STORY?"