Creation? What is he talking about? First, I was born, and now I have to be created? That doesn't make any fucking sense!
The shadows disperse to reveal an ageless man sitting in the center seat of a semi-circle of chairs. A fire crackles behind him, sending flashes of light skittering across the walls and our faces.
The man smiles in response to my erratic thought process. I peer at him, taken in by the planes and angles of his face. What makes him seem so...I don't even know. I can't even pinpoint his age. He seems different at every point the light touches.
I shift to my left side, to adjust the view and possibly gain a hint to the range of his age. I shift to my right and come to the same conclusion: his age is unidentifiable. He has no age. He's just...him.
"Thinking pretty hard over there, are you not?" He asks me, mouth quirked in amusement.
I find myself blushing in embarrassment. I shouldn't have scrutinized him so intensely. I've just put myself in the most awkward position.
The ageless man waves his hand in dismissal. "Do not worry. It's irrelevant. We're here to focus on you."
I gulp as the attention is back on my situation. My creation.
"There's nothing to worry about. It will only hurt a little," he soothes.
But I detect a drop of poison in his tone and step back, as if I could escape. My legs begin to tremble and my hair stands on end. Suddenly, this gossamer fabric is not enough to keep me warm or make me feel shielded. I feel just as naked as I had when I broke free of that egg.
My refusal seems to anger him and he grips the chair tightly. "Come."
The baritone voice reverberates throughout my entire body and pulls me closer to it's source. My legs move without permission and my eyes retract from their focus on the ground and stare piercingly at my controller. Any rebellious thoughts have fled from my mind and instead, my mind is blank.
"You must not resist so heavily, my dear. It will all be over soon. As I told you, you have nothing to worry about." The smile tells me otherwise, but I do not react. I maintain my steady pace till I am not two feet away from him. My guide remains at the back of the room, an observer.
"Now give me your hands. I need your touch in order to begin."
The shadows disperse to reveal an ageless man sitting in the center seat of a semi-circle of chairs. A fire crackles behind him, sending flashes of light skittering across the walls and our faces.
The man smiles in response to my erratic thought process. I peer at him, taken in by the planes and angles of his face. What makes him seem so...I don't even know. I can't even pinpoint his age. He seems different at every point the light touches.
I shift to my left side, to adjust the view and possibly gain a hint to the range of his age. I shift to my right and come to the same conclusion: his age is unidentifiable. He has no age. He's just...him.
"Thinking pretty hard over there, are you not?" He asks me, mouth quirked in amusement.
I find myself blushing in embarrassment. I shouldn't have scrutinized him so intensely. I've just put myself in the most awkward position.
The ageless man waves his hand in dismissal. "Do not worry. It's irrelevant. We're here to focus on you."
I gulp as the attention is back on my situation. My creation.
"There's nothing to worry about. It will only hurt a little," he soothes.
But I detect a drop of poison in his tone and step back, as if I could escape. My legs begin to tremble and my hair stands on end. Suddenly, this gossamer fabric is not enough to keep me warm or make me feel shielded. I feel just as naked as I had when I broke free of that egg.
My refusal seems to anger him and he grips the chair tightly. "Come."
The baritone voice reverberates throughout my entire body and pulls me closer to it's source. My legs move without permission and my eyes retract from their focus on the ground and stare piercingly at my controller. Any rebellious thoughts have fled from my mind and instead, my mind is blank.
"You must not resist so heavily, my dear. It will all be over soon. As I told you, you have nothing to worry about." The smile tells me otherwise, but I do not react. I maintain my steady pace till I am not two feet away from him. My guide remains at the back of the room, an observer.
"Now give me your hands. I need your touch in order to begin."
