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Well In some chapter I said about how I'd like your opinion on whether or not I should change between First- and Third-Person view and I decided.
I NEED First-Person.
There are scenes I find hard to write without it. The whole thought process when writing in Third-Person is so vastly different, it's actually annoying.
So I'm back to the start of the novel and will now change between First- and Third-Person.
I will notify you of such a change by having a [Name] or {Name} at the start of the next paragraph or chapter. I will try to keep the change in perspective out of the chapters in a sense that a change will appear at the start of a new chapter and not in the middle of one.
Perhaps I will be unable to do that everytime but I'll try. Some chapters might end up with some words less because of that but let's see.
Anything else to add?....
Don't think so here's the chapter. This one is a bit tricky and I don't know how much information I can put in here since this is basically an information chapter for both you, the MC and me.
I will imagine a lot of stuff in the next half an hour or less.
Ha ha ha. This will be funny!
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Enjoy!
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[Protagonist]
I can't say that I am surprised. Perhaps moderately. At first, I thought that maybe she got some weak spot for kids or Emma convinced her. But after hearing all the discussions and rumors about how she almost flipped out and went crazy over my injuries and my weak condition that swiftly dissipated.
There HAD to be something more important for her to flip out like that.
The options I had were only a few.
The options would be that she somehow found out about me being a Protoss and wants to use me for some experiment, eat me/use me as a tonic/medicine, or she somehow already knew about me.
The third one would explain her almost crazy behavior on trying to heal me. If she simply wanted to eat me she wouldn't need to react like that. She could but I think it would be much more likely for her to be even more calculative and think of a way to preserve my life and find a way to get me into an edible condition.
The second is quite unlikely since I cannot over any resistance and she would not need to treat me like she does. On the other side, it could be a weird fetish of hers to make me feel really comfortable and treat me nicely before eating me.
Same reasons for the experiment. But well. Staying optimistic would be better. Not like I have a chance to escape.
What somehow reassures me is that she knows about the naming.
As far as I know, there are barely any records about my race and this information can most likely only come from another Protoss. The Naming is a pretty sensitive event in my life and will determine a lot. It's not like some Protoss, who is exceedingly rare, would pop up in such a lesser world and tell some woman in a backwater place, such as this town, on the edges of a beast-infested forest about an important event in the life of a Protoss.
Seems unlikely. The chance would be way below 0,00000001%.
Now, why would she know about that?
She could have found some scriptures about my race that mentions this event but how would she identify me?
The likelihood of finding such scriptures in this world is infinitely close to zero.
I know that there have been quite a few religious organizations who centered around some of my ancestors but I doubt they would give away such information.
As far as I know, those sects were fanatical about keeping this stuff a secret. If they even knew about it.
Now, what would be the reason for a Protoss to appear here?
*Answering*
Based on the information provided by the Inheritance and the host's own analyzation of the situation I have confirmed the possible reasons.
1. With a chance of 0.0002%, a rare treasure appeared that attracted the attention of a Protoss who somehow came to know this woman.
2. With a chance of 0.000000000004% a Protoss choose this world as his domicile for some time or as his Tomb.
3. With a chance of 0.00007%, this world was chosen as a training ground for young descendants.
3.1. With a chance of 26%, this world was chosen for a young Protoss to grow stronger.
3.2. With a chance of 73%, this world was chosen as the birthplace for a Protoss.
4. Due to the unlikelihood of the other options, they will be omitted.
The Systems conclusion is that this information has been given to the woman by the host's parents to have a caretaker for their child.
*
Sounds like it could be true. Should I ask her?
It's not like I got much to lose. She could be guessing and she did not confirm my race but how to prove that without giving myself away?
Turning to her I can see that she's still giving of this calm but happy feeling. As if she's completely without trouble or concern.
She is sipping at her tea and enjoying the nice breeze while observing me.
It's not an intense gaze or anything. She is simply looking at me with interest.
I know that I can try to probe her feelings but I don't know whether or not she can detect that.
Emma couldn't but she was not as strong as this woman. Malice or entity can be perceived if she is unskilled in hiding it but I highly doubt that. Killing intent develops naturally. Even the most peaceful people will develop some if they are angered repeatedly. It will be weak but it exists.
Someone like her who is repeatedly fighting, which I deduce by her sealing the Reaper and living in this region, will definitely develop killing intent.
So what to do?
First I take another bite from what she calls an apple. It's sweet and frankly appeals to my taste. The flesh is slightly resistant at first but bursts with juices after a few bites.
The Eternal Fruits are better but those are in a whole different league.
I'm seriously getting a headache here! I don't really have any choice here. Keeping quite won't help me!
"Prove it.", she should be able to answer that. My response doesn't even matter. If she wants to kill me I'm gonna die and that's it.
"I have been thinking about how you're gonna react.", the woman leaned back in her seat. She seemed oddly comfortable with the situation which kinda irked me,
"You see, your parents or whatever they were, came to me some years ago and told me about something I would have to do for them. They didn't really give me a choice and it was more like a command but they made it worth my while. Again. It's not like I had a choice in the matter."
She once again sipped at her tea. I too had to drink something. While I did come to terms with what could happen, that did not mean I was not nervous or scared.
Placing the teacup back on the table she continued her story.
"When they appeared in front of me they did it with a really...dramatic entrance.
I was studying at an Academy on the Sibrian Islands. I can tell you later where they are.
It was hard to get in there and I had to work very hard to be accepted.
Your parents had apparently scanned the world for someone to do something for them and decided on me. Don't ask me why.
They blasted the lecture halls ceiling and flew inside. Most students fainted when they met their natural aura. The teacher was scared to death and they suddenly picked me out and flew away with me. I was kicked out of the academy and was forbidden from entering the Islands ever again.
Some other countries did the same and all.
It seems like the rough way in which they handled me made them think we are on bad terms and cultivators who can fly without Mana, QI or simply Energy are non-existent in our world.
You can imagine their fear."
She had a weird expression on her face. Even though her veil obstructed the view, I could see and feel her self-mocking expression. It must have been quite a blow for her. She went quiet for a few seconds before she sighed and continued.
"After they took me, they landed on one of the uninhabited islands and instantly told me about their intent in kidnapping me.
They wanted me to take care of their child and raise it to some extent. Something similar to a maid and teacher for their child.
They motivated me by offering me various benefits and you can, hopefully, fathom that I was slightly unresponsive."
Once again a self-mocking vibe extended off her. A stark contrast to her calm and regulated aura.
"The offer included the regeneration of my body after your acceptance of my duty and an increase in talent. They promised me increased affinity in Light, Holy, Water, Earth and Thunder Element.
Most of the benefits would appear after I took over the role as your caretaker, for the unlikely case in which I could escape the ensuing contract without them noticing.
After my stupor was over I naturally agreed. I was able to understand that a rejection of their offer would displease them and the benefits were massive, to say the least.
That's roughly why I am sitting in front of you.
The contract was much more specific and much more...demanding.
Theoretically, you could consider me your slave or servant.
The sole orders I can ignore are deliberate self-harm or suicide as long as those don't endanger your life. In that case, they have to be followed."
Once again that self-mocking vibe extended off her.
This time I understood. She did not know whether or not her decision was worth it.
She probably regrets handing her life to a small child. What use are these benefits if she ends up being abused and mistreated and without a way of using these talents for her own benefit.
It depends on her. I will have to see whether or not she even said the truth.
I don't know why she should lie but again she might be crazy or into it.
"Prove it."
"HA HA HA HA!", she spontaneously broke into roaring laughter. The change was so sudden that it even made me twitch. I was more than unprepared for such a reaction.
Her laughter continued and it did not look like she would stop soon.
Completely opposite of that she started to cry in between.
Tears of Joy. She seemed happy. Why?
*Answering*
Based on her story and the hosts own thoughts on her mental state concerning the host, your repeated probing of her intent and cautious manner must have convinced her that your intellect is far above your bodily appearance and actual age.
Her body language and loss of control concerning her emotions must have been caused by the release of pent-up stress that accumulated under the pressure of not knowing how you, her Master, would turn out to be.
This assumption is based on the case in which her previous story turns out to be true.
Otherwise, she is likely to be what you described her as "crazy whit a weird fetish".
*
Let's ask her.
"Relieved?"
"HA HA HA Haaaa.", a short silence settled on us. Only interrupted by her gasping for air.
"Yes. Yes! I am very relieved!"
A very joyous and happy aura spread off her. She stood up and went around the table.
Standing in front of me she looked down at me.
"Till now I have yet to really prove what I told you. The best way would be to fulfill the contract, wouldn't you agree?"
Not waiting for an answer she stripped herself in front of me and kneeled.
I was perplexed why she suddenly undressed.
The servants around us acted as if they did not see anything. They stood still as if they were made of stone. She was kneeling in front of me and the last thing she took of was her veil.
What I expected to appear was an unimaginably beautiful person. Her hourglass figure was apparent by the way her clothes hugged her and her hands were smooth and of a beautiful complexion.
A beautiful snow-white.
What appeared was unexpected. Her hourglass figure was present but her body was horribly mutilated. Behind her, I could see her servants shiver. Not because of disgust but what spread of her body was...anger? Yes, she radiated Anger, Hate, Rage, Grief and an unimaginable Killing Intent.
The emotions were so strong that I had to retract my senses. Her emotions were threatening to overwhelm me and my mind and soul were in no condition to withstand such force.
I knew those servants were much stronger than me. A swat of their hand could kill me.
Apart from being servants, they were probably bodyguards as well.
"MINA!", a short but loud exclamation made her retract her aura.
The servant called Mina bowed to the woman and apologized.
"Please excuse me Milady! I am sorry for losing control!"
Not answering her back the woman turned back to me. With her gaze fixed at me, I could fully take note of her condition. Starting at her head everything below eye level was just a mass of scarred skin.
Burn marks, cuts and wrongly mended bones and flesh made her previously beautiful face into what can only be called an abomination.
I guessed that she was beautiful based on her eyes, hair, and forehead.
Her skin there was intact and her eyes were a beautiful sky blue color. Deep as if you could sink into them. Her forehead was the same as her hands. Beautiful snow-white skin that looked so soft.
Her neck was less disfigured. It still looked horrible but the cuts stopped here. Whatever caused these wounds stopped there. Despite that, her neck was a mess of burned tissue.
The burned mess extended down to her shoulders, over her arms all the way to her breasts, stomach, and vagina.
Below her shoulders, there were once again scars made from sharp objects. Erratic lines of ripped skin and flesh extended to her breasts.
Her breasts were in horrible condition.
What were previously her nipples were not burned and molten pieces of flesh.
Her breasts missed full pieces of flesh and looked as if something gnawed on them before ripping out pieces.
Her legs were littered with cuts but had not been burned in any way. Scars extended over her legs to her feet. Much bigger and more gruesome than the ones on her upper body.
Her toes had been broken uncountable times and some had been reattached with what looked like a failed attempt of a healing spell.
"If I could I would have cut off some of my body parts a long time ago. Especially these useless lumps of meat.", she gave a self-mocking smile. It looked horrible and fully expressed her suffering through her partly missing lips.
Behind her Mina, the servant was trying to suppress the rage-fueled shivering of her body.
"I had planned to do so during my time at the academy since they could do it professionally.
The reason they are still attached is that your parents or whoever they were promised me that I would regenerate fully. My body would return to its prime condition and I would even receive something they called a personal blessing from them.
Your mother seemed to pity me. More like I would pity an injured dog but she seemed influenced enough to add some more energy into the sealed healing spell inside me.
This sealed spell serves as my binding to the contract and will recognize you as its owner once you bind me.
The spell will be released and I will be healed. I will then take over my role as your servant and tell you everything I am supposed to.
But before that, I am obligated to tell you that your parents gave you the choice of rejecting me.
You will simply live here for as long as you wish but I will not have to be your servant and I will get my desired regeneration but without the blessing and the yet to be unsealed affinities."
I knew what she was talking about. The System or A.I had informed me about it the second she mentioned the seal. It was actually information I had access to. My parents probably unsealed this part because every other seal is sealed.
The seal she was talking about was a higher level contract-seal. An unimaginably complex runic construction in this world but common in higher worlds were almost all contracts were based on such constructs to guarantee the contract's fulfillment.
It was a very easy activation sequence since my parents had adjusted the seal to fit my reserves of Mana and QI. The seal would require an identification from me and it would activate and do everything else by itself.
Stretching my hand towards her hand I was convinced by her. Why? Well, it would be too much of a coincidence for this particular seal to be unlocked in its modified form but every single other seal is locked.
I doubt that.
Stretching my hand towards her I look into her eyes. She is driven by two desires. I can see them. She is struggling with herself. She has witnessed the improvement she made solely with the increased affinity with the Light Element. And it was not even fully unlocked!
She desired that strength! I could feel her desire! It was almost tangible!
And there was freedom. The prize for power and talent was literally her life. Her utmost dedication to myself. No personal freedom if I so desire. No privacy, desire or intent I do not permit.
I have a clear overview of what the contract dictates. She will not be my servant.
She will be lesser than even a slave.
A slave can have his own thoughts. He or she can hate his or her master. As long as he's not bound by a contract he can fight back or try to escape. He can try to escape through suicide or other methods but she...she would be denied even such thoughts.
Everything and absolutely everything would be in my hands. The regulation of her not having to kill herself or harm herself by a simple order was not made to help her. This order was made so that I would not, should I act impulsively, kill my guardian and caretaker. It was simply a measure for my potential stupidity.
That would be unnecessary since I'm not an idiot but I'm also not that cruel. If she were to betray me it would be another matter but with the contract, she'd be mine. No betrayal or malice of any kind on her part.
And that would indirectly better her situation. My parents were smart, that's for sure.
By making her into my personal "object" I would not need to fear betrayal or anything of the sort.
That would cause me to trust her since I have nothing to fear and that would mean she would be able to have her own life. She would belong to me but I would offer her privacy and her own thoughts.
Because there is no way she could harm me. No way to help someone harm me. No way to accidentally harm me since the contract would force her to protect me in any way possible.
A failsafe method for all three parties to get a profit out of it.
My parents would have a guardian for me. I would get a bodyguard and caretaker.
She would get the short end. She would get her body back and earn various affinities and higher talent. On the other hand, she would lose her freedom. Not fully but it would be restricted.
It depended on my character and my intellect but that is no problem.
"Your name?"
"I am Madelyn, young miss."
"Madelyn! You shall be mine. Beyond your life and desire. Bound by your will and the seal you shall dedicate yourself under the conditions of said contract. Bound to your master you shall protect and serve with everything you possess!"
"Yes, Master. Madelyn is yours. In Life and Death, I shall serve until my soul extinguishes."
[Ligaveris]