Re: Player

"We thought it would take her at least a century to find the way back to us. No… we were pretty much sure of it.

But damn, we were wrong."

A sigh filled with a hint of anguish escaped from her mouth as she recalled the memories of the ancient times.

"3 years. That's all it took her to find the gateway towards the Mortal realm," Queina began telling how she just appeared out of thin air in the middle of the market, naked without any clothes, naked without any emotions.

At that point, probably… just probably… her existence had already become stronger than all the Mortals combined. Perhaps even the Gods included.

Where she appeared was a land of barbarians. Ruffians and slave traders. It was a place where humanity had shown their worst colors possible.

And nature, as such, they showed their colors as well.

"Must have been a funny sight," I said with popcorn in my hand while passing some of it back to Queina. Man, it was quite a story. At that time, I didn't know whether Luciana was a Fate Weaver or not, but I was pretty sure that I should not get involved with her unless I really have to.

"It was." Queina took some of the popcorn and chewed before continuing to explain the rest of the story.

As obvious, the entire town vanished without any trace. It didn't take much time, but what time it took was pretty ruthless in the barbarians and the ruffians who lived in the 'fateful' town.

Luciana then walked the land wandering from one place to another, cleaning up cities, towns and even kingdoms one at a time.

While the Gods could have interfered, they first decided to watch the powers of this Cronica that they couldn't even control, even at their prime.

Time passed pretty quickly after that…

Even the mightiest of the heroes, the strongest of adventurers, couldn't last a few seconds against her. And as time passed, the news of her existence became more and more known to the world.

While framed as a blind killer, it was later known that if you don't touch her and let her be, she wouldn't touch anyone. For her, the purpose of life wasn't to kill, but to something entirely different.

"Let me guess. To bring back her family using her special magic?" I spoke as I would have probably done the same if I was given Time powers and an infinite potential.

Queina widened her eyes as she looked at me and asked," how did you know?"

"Was it really that hard? Or perhaps out of common sense?" I wondered what was wrong with my line of thinking. In a world of magic, limiting your thinking is possibly the worst thing you can do to your potential.

"It was. It took us a century to find out what she wanted when one of the random travelers asked her about the reason for her travel," Queina explained while I was a little surprised.

"So she could hold a conversation, huh? I thought she was pretty much completely emotionless," I asked, and she shook her head.

"Not really. She would often talk to strangers who did not know about her. Or when she found something interesting. Plus, anything related to 'Time' will pique her interest. She was but a child with too much power," Queina spoke while recalling back about Luciana.

"So? How did she come to face the strongest being in the universe and reduce her to such a state?" I asked as I looked at Queina.

At my question, she turned silent for a brief moment, before she spoke again.

"A couple of Gods. Or should I say, about a dozen of them once made a bet."

"Bet?" I asked.

"They were new minor gods who wanted to become one of the 7 Major Gods that rule the Mortal world. For one reason or another, they wanted to prove which one of them was truly capable to be a Major God," Queina spoke with a slight sigh while my eyes opened up wide a little.

"Don't tell me they… shit… Queina…" I had a bad omen. No… I was pretty sure of what I was thinking.

"Yes. They decided that the one who would capture and kill Luciana would be the strongest among the 7 of them. Since, she was a big fish that other gods just 'watched' and did nothing. They decided it wouldn't be that hard to capture her.

'It must be beneath the Higher Gods to go to that girl' is what they thought before they reached the town where Luciana was staying for the past few months," Queina spoke my thoughts as I sighed.

"They visited the town when she wasn't there, killed everyone there to have some 'fun' and then waited for Luciana to return to the Town with a smile on their face. For them, it was supposed to be an easy hunt and they would take turns to have fun with Luciana while they were at it.

1 minute at a turn," Queina spoke while paying attention to my ashen and enraged face, while my eyes narrowed at her.

"And what did the Higher Gods do? The ones that knew everything. The one that we're watching the massacre?" I asked with my voice carrying a hint of hatred in it.

Queina wasn't fazed by my look. It was, in fact, well within her expectations. Added with the fact that she couldn't lie in this space on the decision that she had to tell me everything once she began talking, she was fully prepared for what I could do and not do.

For now, I decided to listen to the whole story before jumping to any conclusion. I just hope I won't end up making an enemy out of the Higher Gods because of this story.

"They watched. As the townsfolk begged the higher gods, they cried in agony, the same higher gods watched the whole thing going on without batting an eye," Queina spoke as she observed my face.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds before looking at Queina. And then I gave out my true thoughts as well.

"Then perhaps… what happened to you guys was well deserved."