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Episode Two Hundred and Forty-One: Food makes everything better
Food, then I could cry if I needed to. Probably rage. Then figure out how to fix this.The first box contained two fried stuffed rolls that helped mana generation. I kept that off to one side, and opened the next. The behemoth sandwich greeted me, with a bright orange sauce dripping down the sides on a thick crusty bread. Thankfully, the restaurant had cut it into six pieces, and I took one. It really was huge.
The first bite helped push back the panic, and a little of the fear. Each bite helped more than the last. I needed to find a way home, and to Indigo. I’d promised her I would never leave her. Now that promise was being put to the test.
I only finished the first section before boxing the rest of it up.
No one paid me any attention from the lines, but I noticed a few humans were within the mass of people. That reassured me in a strange way. This wasn’t home, not by a long shot, but if humans were here, at least I wasn’t completely alone. Racially speaking.
I yanked out the dessert, and sighed when there wasn’t a spoon to be found. The custard mocked me.
A cheer broke out from the crowd, making me look up. The massive archway filled with bright purple energy as the sun went down. Then, people started stepping through the portal. The lines surged forward as people raced inside, slowly reducing the massive crowd in the plaza.
A group of people waved, or encouraged those who headed inside.
I couldn’t just sit here. I had things to do. With a sigh, I picked up the custard and used the box like a cup.
It was completely and utterly worth it.
Energy surged through my body, as the sweet but sour fruit took over my mouth. I didn’t dare finish it, and quickly closed the box. Then I packed everything back in the bag, and shoved it to my fanny pack. It went right in.
“Alright, let’s do this,” I said to myself as I stood. Then, I pulled at my fate magic. I didn’t let it go in front of me, but instead focused on myself, and the connections I had.
Multiple golden threads arched out from my chest. Each was a different thickness; one went right into the backpack on the table, while another stretched out down a street. The rest all went in one direction, including three that were brighter than the others.
I touched the one that went to my backpack. It felt warm, and tired.
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My eyes widened at the information.
This was how I’d find them.
One by one, I touched the three that arched away. The first I easily recognized asIndigo, it felt like her. Yet, tinges of worry, and concern, moved along the edges. The next might be the Cat. Rough, the entire thing felt rough to the touch, almost charred.
The last one caused a hum to echo up through my fingers. Betty. Sadness, worry, and regret.
“Oh, Betty, this wasn’t your fault,.” I said to the ghost of the shop in my head. A flame flickered inside my chest right now, to the core of my magic. The Cat had fired me, but I didn’t need to accept that. Betty needed me. The Cat needed me. He couldn’t fire me that easily.
Step one, find Indigo and make sure she was okay. Step two, get Lilith’s help to find the Cat’s domain. Then, lastly, get unfired.
I reached out to the last thread, the one that went down one of the streets. The impressions from it didn’t make sense. Mountains, family, and freedom above all else. In the seconds I spent marveling at the feeling, the thread stretched thinner.
My eyes widened, and then I took off, following it. Whomever it connected with had moved farther away from me, and I needed to catch them.
I cut down the street and dodged between the large blue people, focusing on the golden thread pulsing out in front of me. The others that were all grouped together had faded, but this one I concentrated on.
Within a few minutes, it became clear that I wasn’t in the greatest shape of my life, but I pressed forward as best I could as my lungs burned. I needed to find this person before they left wherever here was.
More and more people crowded into the streets, as they opened up into a massive marketplace filled with stalls. The same purple lights hovered overhead, lighting up the darkness that took completely over outside their range.
Conversations in languages that I didn’t know followed me as I slid into small spaces and continued on, clutching my backpack. With each step, the thread in front of me grew thicker. Stalls and shops lined the area with all sorts of signs, some of which translated themselves as I passed by.
Books, weapons, artwork, food. Everything someone could want was on display for purchase. A guy waved at me as I darted by, holding a cloak, but I shook my head and kept going.
I bumped into someone with weapons strapped all over their body. “Sorry!” I yelled, continuing past.
He didn’t even notice as he continued on his own way into the crowd.
A group of humans watched me as I fled and waved, but I didn’t dare stop. I tried to make note of where they were located, in case this didn’t work. In case I didn’t find this person I was connected to.
The more I touched the bond in front of me, the more impressions pressed into my mind. A guess twisted my thoughts, but I didn’t dare say it out aloud. Hope echoed inside my mind as I stumbled into the side of a massive fountain, while trying to cut through the massive marketplace.
The thread connected into the back of someone wearing a dark cloak. They were facing two others, and in an intense conversation.
I inched along the edges of the large triangular fountain with a star floating over the center of it. While pretty, and awe inspiring, everything inside me was focused on that person. The one who reached out and shook the hand of one of the massive blue people.
They turned away from me.
I touched the thread connecting the two of us and I yanked. “Cerulean!”