As soon as I accepted the feelings, comfort washed over me like a wave, and in my heart I felt that with these I could live in this strange new world, with these I could survive. The Power of Creation was too dangerous, far more dangerous than I had imagined as danger lay not just in the risk brought to me if discovered, but also in the use of it at all, I had simply gotten lucky this time that the first thing I created was made to protect me and had begun to do so even before it was completely formed by drawing on the energy of the forest to complete its creation and restore the energy taken from me.

I felt chills run down my back as I considered just how close I had come to dying, I had just arrived and barely spent any time here yet it had almost killed me! I would have to be more careful, this was a new world, a new place with different rules and if I didn't learn them as fast as I possibly could then this place would chew me up and spit me out with nothing left.

I replaced the weapons on the bed for where I picked them and proceeded to stand, but with my head still slightly swimming I ended up doing a clumsy job of it and bumping into the bucket beside the bed making quite a racket in turn but before I could worry about picking up the bucket to restore it to its original position the door flew open revealing a boy who looked to be about Twelve standing there petrified

I stood stock still watching him, and the said

"Hello?"

The boy bolted from the door faster than a rabbit, he took off in a sprint that would make Ussain Bolt proud, and before I could call out I heard shouting "Anotala gas Shon", "Anotala gas Shon"

It was a strange sounding language, completely unfamiliar to me, but for some reason I knew that with just an intent of will I would be able to speak it fluently, so I willed my self and understood that what the boy had been calling out was "The Mage is Standing"

Mage?.............Oh Shit

While inwardly musing over how frequently I've been involved with Shit of recent, I went through my memories to se if there was anything that would indicate why they would call me I mage, but I kept drawing blanks in memory, the only guess I had was that they had seen me create the weapons lying on my bed, that would explain it, but then did that mean that magic creating things was not rare here, in that case my ability was not as special as i'd hoped it would be, Could I be more liberal in its use? Would the knowledge of their use help me understand my own?

While I was lost in thought I heard a clamoring forming outside the door, so I quickly grabbed the Weapons noticing that the belt on the sword hilt was far too long for my waist, I swung it over my shoulder carelessly and held the rod and staff in my hands. Standing at the ready I waited for them to charge into the room as I expected, and ended up feeling foolish, minutes later when no one had entered

I went towards the door and opened it slowly, only to be met with the sight of a small group of people just beggining to disperse from the front of the house, and a short man of considerable width beating the same boy I had seen earlier with fists and slaps, kicking him wherever he could fit that in, from what I gathered from his words as he yelled at the fleeing boy, he was annoyed at the boy having made him waste his time by playing needless ppranks and lying about the Mage being awake

Oh?

My mind a mess, I hurriedly called out to the man, "Stop!"

Mind you, I am not a crusader of Justice, neither would I claim that if someone was being hurt in front of me I would try to save them, I had been bullied for year and was averse to pain, I was a part of the masses who would walk by and pretend that it was not their problem, I did my best every day to avoid being involved with anything that could cause a beating, the man there wasn't tall, but he had a wide frame and could probably smack me so hard my head would sing for weeks, but there was something about the boy, maybe it was something in his eyes, it wasn't the same dead flatness I saw when I looked in the mirror, but defiance. The boy was fighting back although he held no chance, even if all he could do was run and hide but at the very least he did something, and that struck a chord in me, all these years I had complained about the unfairness of it all, whined about the bad luck and bullying, but had I ever done anything? had I defied them and fought back when everything had happened?

No, I had let myself be abused Physically, Mentally, Emotionally, and had never fought back, but this boy was fighting, in a small manner, in a defiance only a child could escape with, but he fought. So I called out again "Stop." This time my words were in the language I had heard earlier, I just knew how to speak it, my voice was firm and resolute, so I said again as loud as I could without shouting "Stop that before I make you." my voice sounding so determined it was unfamiliar to even myself

He spun around on my shouting "And who's gonna make me eh-?" the words dying in his throat the moment he laid eyes on me, he turned a stark white as the blood left his face, his fists dropped weakly to his sides, and his expressions kept changing as he realized he had just threatened a Mage

From his demeanor, I realized that being thought a Mage might not be so bad as long as they didn't require me to do any magic, I would have to play it along somehow.

Ignoring him, I looked to the boy and called in my impression of a Lord I had seen in a movie once, "Come here boy", the boy though sore and seemingly thankful for my help at stopping the man was still frightened when I called to him, Walking towards me slowly he looked like at the slightest gesture from me he would bolt away, by the time he was just slightly out of my arms length that I would have to reach out to get him, he stopped, it seems like he had taken lessons from the beatings he had probably been receiving

By this time the small crowd from earlier was forming again, so I wanted to hurry things up, "What is your name boy?" I asked

"Vali, Sir Mage, but most here call me 'Nokravas'" he said glancing back at the Stocky man who was still standing in the position i'd left him, I noted in my mind that what they call him meant Dull Wolf Bastard

"Who are you parents Vali?" I asked again, this time he went silent for a little before he replied "Dead Sir.", I could see his anger and displeasure at having been asked about his parents in such a dismissive manner, but it was all I could do to keep this act up and easing back now would only cause doubt about me to form in the peoples minds, so I continued by replying "I see"

Everybody was silent as they looked at me, and I was silent as I looked up at a tree, a short while passed before I said in my Lord act, giving the impression that I would broker no negotiation "From today onward until I leave this village you will attend to me, and when I am leaving should it please me, you shall accompany me." I heard audible gasps from a few people at my words, I knew I was pushing it but I was too deep in to turn back now, I would just have to hope that they feared me much more than they resented my actions, giving no quarter I raised my head, my expression what I hoped was proud and dignified, I called out to the group which I could see consisted of men of veried ages, each of them well built, I saw women and girls squezzed in between the men and some children minding the gaps wherever they found them

Looking over them I remembered the vision from my weapons, how they had brought me back to the village and given me a bed to lay on, from what I could see of the rest of the village, this was probably the best one so I raised my voice "I thank you for your hospitality, this village has my blessing." Although i truly wished them well, I don't know why I said it but as the words left me, I felt a draw on my energy similar to what I felt when the Sword and rest were created, but before I began to panic it stopped when I was just slightly weak, and I felt a warmth begin to fill the village, it was somehow more welcoming and felt more safe than it had been, I'm sure they felt it too because I heard gasps in the crowd and soon they were cheering, looking back at the boy I said "Bring me a meal by noon" after which I hurried back into the room, outside I could hear hustling and bustling around as the people worked in good mood, but on the contrary I was terrified, careless words had nearly killed me again, I had to learn how to control this energy or I would not live very long in this world, but until then I had to be more careful with my words, as words seemed to be trigger.

At noon, according to my instructions Vali brought me a bowl of broth, carrots and meat which was probably beef, he impassively informed me that it was made by someone he referred to as 'The Farmer's girl, Anna', The meal was good although there was no salt but I hadn't eaten in quite some time so I wolfed it down and returned the plate to Vali, asking if he'd eaten anything, when he shook his head I told him to tell Anna to give him a bowl too, at which point he smiled and ran out of the room

I sat the on the bed and spent the rest of the day Contemplating.