I’m unconscious.
I know that.
Well, I suppose unconscious isn’t quite right. I’m fucking exhausted. I know what happened, my magic brought Nico back to life. As soon as it happened and I passed out from sheer tiredness, I knew exactly what happened.
I also knew that my guys were going to try to kill him and that under no circumstances could that be allowed to happen.
What I don’t know is why that can’t happen, other than the obvious. I just spent nearly all of my magic bringing him back, and he didn’t even get a say in it, so let's not kill him immediately and undo my hard work.
There’s another reason as well, I know there is.
I felt protective enough over him that I’m pretty sure that I managed to call the beast that was guarding Hades’ throne room to me to guard him. Which is awesome but didn’t help the whole exhausted from using too much magic thing.
Hence why I’m now floating in nothingness.
It’s quite relaxing, to be honest.
After a while of floating in the nothingness, I get bored, and with nothing to do, I flip and spin through the darkness pretending I’m one of the acrobats in the travelling circuses in the Fae Realm. I saw one once when I was a child, and my not-father was trying to keep up the appearance of being a good father.
I loved the circus.
I wanted to join the circus for a long time, using my magic to flip and spin through the air.
Obviously, that wasn’t meant to be. Not only did my life take a much deadlier turn, but it turns out that if I actually have to think about doing flips and twists and the fancier dance side of things, I end up with two left feet. I was never supposed to perform.
Now that I’m older, I know I would probably hate to have all of those eyes on me anyway. I stick to using the flips and things in combat. It’s far more fun to have things explode anyway.
I do a triple front flip through the darkness, letting out a shout of surprise as my surroundings turn from black to white.
Fortunately, I land on something soft.
Prying my eyes open, I’m surprised to see that I’m in a huge white room and I’ve landed on a couch.
Well, that was lucky.
Before I can dwell on the fact that it most likely wasn’t luck that had me land on the couch, because I mean, come on, of course it wasn’t. Anyway, before I can figure that out, a familiar shape bounds up to me, wriggling excitedly.
“It’s you!” I grin as I give the creature that I left guarding Nico some love. “Wait, is Nico safe?”
The creature pulls back and then gives me a look that says, ‘Of course he is. I know how to do my job, ’ and I pull a face and give him extra pets.
“You really are like the feline version of Poca,” I grin, and the big cat just nudges my hand so I can stroke him better. “I really should give you a name. I assume that you’re going to be hanging around for a while?”
It lets out a noise that I’m not entirely sure how to classify. It’s a weird mix between a meow and a growl, but I’m going to take the sound as a yes.
“Alright, now I could go meaningful and strong,” I start, and he gives me an unimpressed look. “Okay, I hear you. Not something meaningful and serious. So what about something a bit ridiculous?” I ask. I think for a moment and then grin, ruffling his mane. “What about Fluffy?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Farren
He chuffs like he’s laughing and then nods.
“Alright, Fluffy it is,” I grin.
I’m not going to lie, I sort of love that this giant, extremely deadly creature now has such a cute name. Looking around at the very white room that I’ve landed in, I wonder why I’m here.
I mean, I was very bored in the darkness, but the white room would suggest that I’m somewhere that isn’t in a dream, or maybe it is. I think I’ve been called somewhere, and I know that Fluffy didn’t call me here, so I’m going to assume that it was someone else.
