Fenrir was falling. Not physically, but mentally. The use of the spell had unlocked his spirituality and revealed his talent as a mage. In the real world, he was laying down on the floor face first.
Back to Fenrir's mind, as he fell, a small area could be seen in the near distance, and it was approaching steadily.
Fenrir's grey hair fluttered for a moment before he made contact with the ground. It was this contact which paradoxically woke him up, the small garden like ground breathing life into him once more.
"FUCK!", he yelped.
Fenrir gasped, his eyes shooting open as he scurried onto his feet. His eyes darted around, looking for any danger, for the humans.
There was nothing to see though. Except for a small tranquil garden surrounded by fog on all sides.
"Did I get reincarnated again?", he said to himself before he looked at his hands again. "Nah, these are Fenrir's hands for sure", he dusted off his pants before he looked around again. "Then where the hell am I?" Fenrir asked himself.
R u m b l e
Fenrir's head shot towards the noise. It had come from the center of the tranquil garden. Fenrir watched on as a statue rose up from under the ground.
The statue was of an androgynous person wearing a hood. It was wearing clothes which resembled those that monks wore. It was made of pure marble, symbolising purity. It was posing as if it were offering something to the one who was standing in front of it. Its outstretched hands beholding a…
"A sphere of water?" Fenrir noted after seeing what lay in the palms of the divine statue. Fenrir started walking towards the statue.
The second he began his trek, stairs made of granite formed under his feet, bringing him more towards the eye level of the statue.
"This is definitely a dreamscape or something…", Fenrir said, ignoring the absurdity of his situation.
After a few steps, Fenrir was now eye level with the statue. He looked at its face but it yielded no result, so he looked at the orb of water in its palms.
"It's… Just some really clear water", Fenrir said after inspecting the orb for ample time.
Just as he made his assessment, something in the water shifted. Letters. It read;
Aqua est sanguis terrae
'That's… that's latin. Wait! No way' Fenrir thought to himself, eyes wide as he slowly came to a realisation.
"That's the motto of the water god!", Fenrir exclaimed. That alone wouldn't have been alarming. But it was alarming due to the 'how' of how he knew about it.
"Tides edge… Then this", Fenrir muttered, voice shaking.
His head then shot up towards the statue, his finger pointed at it accusingly.
"YOU! YOU'RE PAVUS AREN'T YOU!" Fenrir yelled, his face adorning a snarl.
The statue being a statue didn't respond. That didn't calm him down at all.
"No way… You- You're from the Magic Labs. Tides edge is from Magic Labs… That means- I'm in the kingdom of Rold", he said, his head slowly arcing till his eyes were perpendicular to the granite steps.
Magic Labs was the name of the story He and Alex were writing. It wasn't even a story yet, just a world. A half-baked, nonsense world.
"No fucking way", he exhaled.
"Then, that would mean I'm a water mage", Fenrir deduced.
After what felt like the longest minute of silence, just Fenrir staring at his hands, he finally reacted.
A grin formed on his face. "I'M IN FUCKING MAGIC LABS!", he shouted, laughing, his chest shaking with every cackle.
"This is fucking AWESOME!", he continued.
Where, before he was concerned with his survival and prosperity, now he knew he was in a world he knew inside out. His own personal playground. He and Alex had built the world in a way that anyone could reach the height of power, though it would be easier for some than others.
He knew the magic system in and out, he was the one who made it after all. Alex was focused on telling a good story and he, on cool action sequences.
Even with this realization though, all was not well. He sighed. He had gotten the short end of the stick.
"Sucks that I couldn't have been a sorcerer though, I gotta find more spells to learn", he said to himself, before an epiphany came to him.
He looked at the statue of Pavus, the god of water. "Or you could teach me? You blessed me for a reason right?" He questioned. He spent a few seconds awaiting a response from the statue. A response he didn't get.
"Tch, I knew we shouldn't have retconned the god-mage talking shit", he said to himself. Alex had reworked the god-mage relationship. Whereas once upon a time they could commune directly, Alex decided to make it so that only high priests could talk to gods directly, and they would then relay spells to the rest of the followers.
"Pissing me off!", Fenrir said, stomping his feet.
He looked around the tranquil garden again for about the third time, really taking it in.
"But even then, where am I? We didn't work on any mind scape stuff though as far as I remember…"
It was true, they hadn't even discussed something like this… Unless they did and he just ignored it because-
"It was boring", his head hung down. That sucked, he was a victim of his own ignorance!
"Well, it was a good visit. But I'd like to wake up now!", he yelled. The sentence echoed off of some invisible walls in the fog.
After a second of waiting, the world started to deconstruct.
"WOAH! Didn't expect that to work!" He said, tumbling around as the stairs beneath him broke away and disappeared into nothing.
…
"GRAH!" Fenrir yelled, shooting up from the floor. He instantly regretted it as he felt a sharp pain in his side. Ignoring that, he looked at the floor and saw the humans laying there, dead. He then looked up at the sky.
"Looks like no significant amount of time passed…", he murmured to himself.
Fenrir's ears perked up as he picked up the sound of footsteps nearing. He took that as a sign to book it.
He ran as fast as he could, crashing into people as he made his way towards his home. As the image of his rickety house became clearer, he felt relief,
"Never thought I'd ever be happy to see this dump", he said as he entered the house and slammed the door shut. He immediately made his way to a cabinet which he knew contained some healing ointment paste thingy his mom made. "Dang were Fenrir's memories useful…"
He applied a meager amount at each place which hurt the most, making sure not to apply a big amount.
Now, the question was if he would tell his parents what happened or not. Actually, the even bigger question was if he would stay here at all. Matter of fact, what would he do about his parents? Did he have an obligation to help them?
He crossed his arms, "Yes, I gotta help them. I did take over their son's body after all…", he mused.
"... I don't need to tell them what happened. Also, we should definitely relocate to either the beast kin steppes, the elven kingdom or hell, even the other human kingdom which ain't as racist as these shitters", Fenrir planned.
"But if that was possible my parents would've already done it i'm sure, Layla seems like an intelligent person so I wouldn't put it past her"
"If only I had paid more attention to Alex's rants", he said and sighed.
"I'm the co author of this world, I'll figure out a way.", Fenrir said as he sat down at the table,
"That's a promise…"
C L A T T E R
Fenrir's head darted towards the sound
Beholden before him was a boy, about his age.
He had black hair with blue accents with matching eyes, and the most prominent of all, two fox ears.
The boy looked shocked. He uttered a single word
"Guy?"
Fenrir's eyes widened.