As my mother finished her explanation on the nature of majimonster battles, she decided to go over some of the finer details about the battle we just had, what she did to defeat me and on what I could improve on. Normally, I detest getting lectured by my parents about...anything, but I listened with rapt attention this time around. It's one thing to learn how to be a binder on your own, it's another thing altogether when you can learn from an experienced binder. Especially if they're your parents.
Speaking of sources of knowledge, as my mother lectured on I couldn't help but wonder if Voxea had any more in-depth information about the fog of war. She was one of the ancient maji and was likely involved in the creation of several majimonsters, it wouldn't be too far-fetched as to see if she knew why this phenomenon occur. I should ask her this later in private, away from the eyes of my parents. It's not that I didn't trust them, but I got the feeling that revealing a maji turned sentient monster to a pair of highly experienced binders,even if they're my parents, might not end well. I also needed to ask her some questions that my parents could never learn about.
Eventually as the sun began to set on this hectic and strange day, my father called out to me and my mother that dinner was almost ready and that we should get inside to warm ourselves up. I was actually more curious about how my father managed to make dinner with a bum leg than getting close to a warm fire. I never knew up until a few moments ago that battling with majimonsters was surprisingly active. I guess this meant most other binders must have amazing levels of stamina what with all the dodging and weaving.
As my mother and I entered the house, I got my answer as to how my father was able to make dinner, his monsters. I watched as my father coordinate a small team of monsters in the kitchen. I'm not sure when he summoned more of them, but it still made an interesting sight.
My father's Wombatant, Magni if I'm remembering that correctly, had put aside his giant war club and was deftly handling a knife to cut up some persevered vegetables.
Meanwhile, sitting on the stove was a pot full of stew that was being tended to by a hand made of shadows coming out of the wall. The shadowy hand stirred it a few more times before a shadowy head with no features popped out and tasted the stew. It gave an okay sign towards the fire, which I failed to notice was green up until now.
"The shadow hand is a Shadowodah while the one acting as the flame is a Brushpyre", my mother explained to me.
"Their names are Selena and Poros by the way", my father added.
"Wait, the fire is a monster?", I asked.
As if hearing my question, the green flame in the stove suddenly retracted and out popped a walking bush with green flames in place of leaves and a set of cute beady eyes. It shook itself to remove the ash and grime from inside the stove then stared at me.
Floating in my vision, a small amount of text labeled the fire bush as a Brushpyre named Poros and that it was a Fire/Verdant affinity monster. The Shadowodah was only labelled as Mystic.
After a few seconds, it saluted at me and waddled over to where the oven was and leaped inside. The Shadowodah, Selena I believe, stopped tending to the stew and moved like a shadow across the kitchen floor towards a counter where a ball of dough was resting. It then proceeded to form a set of hands that made small discs of dough out of the big ball of dough and smack the discs of dough onto the sides of the oven...which to me looked a lot like the dough discs were crawling on the walls and counter.
Strange might be my new normal, but that scene was going to leave nightmares.