A young boy, who's 8 years old, began checking his corn stalks on his patch of greenery next to a small cottage. Some of the corn developed random, huge, blue warts on the kernels. But the boy smirked and collected the corn that had blue warts.
'Awesome! Now we can have tacos for everyone!'' He thought in excitement.
When he looked over to the horizon, the sun welcomed the world with warmth and strong sunshine. The boy put on his straw hat as he saw flying squirrels and small dragons playing outside of his house.
"Vamonos, time for breakfast!" Said the boy, yelling at the creatures outside.
The creatures stopped and all of them said, "We are coming, Papa!"
They stampeded through the house to get inside quickly, but almost trampled the boy in the meantime. The child dodged every turn from the creatures who had called him 'Papa'. He had lived in the cottage just recently, and most of all he saw a window open.
"Examine." Said the child.
Ingredient Name: Huitlacoche (Blue)
Main Origin: Mexico
Type: Corn/Mushroom
Species: Hybrid
Rarity: Rare
Diseased: Fungal
Level: 4
Edible: Yes
Effects: Can provide 3% Magic Resist and Poison Resist for 30 minutes (stackable up to 5).
Poison Level: 2
Use in Cooking: Soups and Filling (when heated).
Freshness Level: High
Information: These warts are fungi for a dish in Mexico called huitlacoche. It's more like a mushroom rather than corn. Eaten cooked or raw and known as the Mexican Black Truffle. It was an ingredient used as far back as the Aztecs as a normal part of their diet and to consume certain vitamins, mainly for its medicinal properties and availability for everyone. The child reminisced about what he used to do as a human on Earth. Tearing up slightly, he went to his study and wrote his observations in his journals about the world as a current resident.
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In the early morning, someone was tending to the school garden, watering the beefsteak tomatoes and the Clemson Okra. Which was a common okra that most people in the Southern United States would consume during the times of slavery that has now become a staple in most cuisines. The individual was wearing a straw hat, with huge overalls, and holding onto a giant watering can. They appeared to be a boy in their late teens, who smiled as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Well then, we have ourselves a wonderful Monday morning, aren't we Perseus?" he said as he talked to the watering can.
The watering can didn't respond, and the young man became embarrassed by his brief interaction with an inanimate object. Chilling, gentle breezes came from the north and picked up slightly as they went through Oscar's dark green hair with black roots. However, there were not always going to be challenges that would've been deemed normal for them.
The student packed up his trowel, gloves, and veggies that he had previously gathered in the early morning. Filled to the brim with fresh fruits and vegetables were in the basket. From Beefsteak to Roma tomatoes, to even small Cinderella pumpkins and ears of Sweet Corn. With greens such as Collard Greens, Spring Onions, and a wide variety of herbs most people would not recognize its original form.
When he approached the building, he walked towards the back entrance of the building nearby. He was used to carrying around huge equipment and an exorbitant amount of supplies. The door he opened led to the school's kitchen, where he makes a bit of money from the school during his project on out-of-season cultivation. He looked up and smiled, facing the northern wind, and let out a relaxing sigh. The skies were mostly clear, with hints of cirrus clouds that flew past like a couple of waves in the skies' oceans. The boy looked yonder towards the building to the left.
Using this method, he would provide a stable farm that would establish consistent planting all year round with the addition of an increase in the amount of harvest from the same crop twice-fold. The Gardner's name was Oscar, Oscar Ruiz Martinez.
His life began when his parents met in college and they were both working and studying to make ends meet. His mother, Monica, was a teacher in biochemistry on weekdays. While she worked at the library on the weekends. His father, furthermore named Sebastián, became a house husband who worked at the grocery stores a couple of days a week as a part-timer. Tragedy struck when Oscar was only 10 years old. One day Oscar's father left him and his mother for one of his shifts. But then disappeared when a car accident happened on his way to work. There was nothing but the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber remaining.
After 8 years of the events relating to his father's death, it had bothered him how his mother had to deal with being alone and taking over the role of both parents. Oscar was on his way to graduating from high school. He kept to himself, tending to the school gardens as part of the program to rehabilitate and promote healthy eating in schools.
Most kids in the schools were gangbangers who didn't have a choice to survive their passage home after school every day. But Oscar was a "special case" the gangs would attempt to do harm to him. All Oscar did was ask questions. The gangs weren't ruthless for people who aren't in the territory. But he provided an obedience service, to tame their dogs that were part of dog rings, to attack commands, and become more obedient to their owners.
The gangs' businesses have a demographic primarily towards other gangs and adults. Their chief exports and imports pertain to marijuana, smuggling arms, and some hard drugs such as cocaine or horse tranquilizers. But they took care of their own people and mainly those who do harm to people with disabilities to them would deem cowardly and pitiful. He even would bring them homemade candies at home.
Including edibles, from making cannabis products for adults who experience back pain and who couldn't afford medication in the gang's areas. The best way for Oscar to deal with this predicament was with exchanges, through his harvests with people. To even put up a stall to help his mom with the bills.
Selling fresh produce and pickled vegetables he would make at the school for experiments. The school would use the failed pickles as school projects in the science departments for demonstrations. The candies would have been a hit with the general population of his town, but he mainly made them for the elderly and adult gangbangers to help ease their stress.
To the extent of even the police couldn't bother Oscar because gang violence plummeted. All because Oscar wanted to help them. An individual within the autism spectrum was all about not becoming biased about what other people say. Because their mind examines information differently, which could be useful or not. It was all about observing what they wanted to understand in order to improve themselves or others.
To find a different use for their skills, knowledge, and wisdom. Then their interest becomes more intertwined in their world with the other people in the world. Although it's not always the case when someone could be on that side of the spectrum, they are all people who needed to be loved, just like anyone.
Witnessing his schoolmates running while trying to avoid the hall monitors in the gathering yard. So he couldn't socialize and was labeled as an outcast by his school associates, but they tolerated his comments. Though he did his best to recognize social cues while interacting with other people, most of the time he would stay silent and listen.
Later that day, he left to tend his garden, with his headphones powered on to block the noises from the halls of chattering students, and then the next second. All the students and faculty started running in the same direction. Others ran out on the other side of the building near the parking lot.
But Oscar was just being Oscar, alone in his world, when he saw people covered in blood. The shooter was a person who was wearing familiar gang colors to Oscar. Though it seemed like they were just trying to get into a gang in order to build up a reputation.
'Ah, so he must be a recruit. Guess he doesn't know how it works yet.' he thought as he examined the boy.
The boy was panicking, shivering as he held onto the gun for dear life. But Oscar did what he always does and asked the shooter questions. But all the kid would see was a person who would calmly ask questions while simultaneously providing emergency aid to the victims on the floors.
The shooter shot Oscar in the chest, hitting his heart, and the last sound Oscar heard was the sound of faculty and students scrambling to hide in the classes. Oscar gasped and fell down prone, bleeding profusely. He ended up losing consciousness, dying from doing what he does best: diversion.
'Man! I forgot to go pee. Now I'm gonna have to get up. Wait...' he thought as his body fell onto the school floor, bleeding, drained from warmth, and shivering.
He chuckled in realization and said with a whisper, "Los sientos, Mama.
Oscar ended up being in a room filled with white emptiness. But what caught his attention the most in the empty dimension was a table with a porcelain tea set. A god then met him with a peeled chestnut head. The god sent him to a world where systems exist, magic, and even monsters.
Chestnut God would send him to will be a kingdom whose knowledge of agriculture disappeared and how to deal with basic tasks from a witch. The witch made the rumored unbreakable curse for the world to not see this kingdom, nor aid them. The citizens weren't able to remember how to make clothing, prepare food, or even learn how to wash properly.
The Chestnut God named the child Zaukta, but his old name was Oscar Ruiz Martinez, an avid gardener and a homemaker with an ability that could help the world rid of famine. Zaukta then felt the god push the boy away down to the new world he set him up with. As soon as they placed Zaukta in the world, he didn't have his headphones. So everything he saw and heard was amplified by 10. Like being in an echo chamber, the amount of light that shone on his face was blinding to their eyes. New environment, same challenges.