《Eoum: The Tenth Summon》CHAPTER 1
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It could have been worse…
I could have been summoned when I was in the process of taking a dump. Imagine with my face strained and the faeces flowing inside my colon, just as it was about to come out of my anus, I would found myself here, taking an embarrassing shit on a cold, hard ground.
Or maybe whilst I was in the midst of doing ‘research’ on the internet about the female anatomies and I was summoned in the midst of doing the pleasurable ‘physical part of the research’.
Those penetrating gazes would have pierced even deeper and I would have drowned into the deep sea of shame.
Yes, I am thankful on the whim of whatever unimaginable cosmic being that provided me with such a leeway.
Instead of thinking how bad it is, it is better to think on how worse it could have been. Truly this is a positive thinking that is on its own class and the ultimate salvation in salvaging whatever shattered pride that I still held onto.
Now that I had fully implemented this thinking, it’s time to address on to the pressing issue.
Sigh.
Okay, let's get back to the present on what is currently happening in the real time…
I do wish they would stop casting me various mixed of gazes. I mean if they think about it, I’m not the only one who is naked here after some more observation.
I mean look at that furry, beastly manticore-like creature over there. He or maybe, she was totally naked. Just look! The only difference is that we were raised by different standards and norms. In my part, I was raised and conformed into something called ‘civilization’ made up by slightly intelligent apes with the universal tenet that one’s self was to cover their lower exposed parts.
That manticore, probably as soon as it was born, learned the creed of; ‘survival of the fittest’ and its everyday life had consisted of eating, shitting, sleeping and rinse-and-repeat. It got no time to worry about whether it had or needed clothes to be worn or what was the current fashion fad.
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But still, the universal truth here is that we’re both naked. So why am I being imposed by the human standard when I’m getting the treatment that judges no species!? There is this immense prejudice lowering towering over me!
And also, when I made eye contact with that manticore, it was giving me a feverish gaze. The kind that I reflexively thought it was sexual.
……
If it was that, then I like to apologize for however intrigued I am in inter-species mating, I still prefer soft and fleshy humans or at least anything remotely human. It is imperative that I have to keep preferring that for the continuation of the human species.
After I developed and gained immunity from the shame of their gazes, I realized an old man with a gaudy ceremonial lined kind of dress with feathers and a pointy hat, possibly a wizard, was currently chanting something in front of us. Looking up, there was a huge circular symbol with about eight circular symbols inside it.
~bzzt!
He finished the chant and up above from the circle, a rain of sparkling dust descends onto us.
After that…
“What was that?” said a voice from near me.
“Hey!” exclaimed another voice…
“I can understand you two!” said a feminine voice.
“What in the hell is going on!!?” exclaimed another voice in the group.
The baffling silence that had reign here earlier was fully dispelled by the maelstrom of voices that were mixed in confusion and bewilderment.
I felt that everyone had forgotten about my nakedness.
Good.
Anyway, that must have been a powerful magic that he had casted because for as soon as he finished casting it, he and some silhouettes surrounding us, had fainted and collapsed but thankfully he was caught by one of the guards nearest him.
“You there, naked man, don’t slap yourself again!”
The guard, whom I didn’t understand at first that had gestured me earlier, spoke in a perfect clear English voice. It was a really effective spell.
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“…Um, I like something to cover myself please.”
I meekly said as I raised up my right hand while I hoped for something to cover myself with, so the others would stop gazing at me.
“Yes!”
The guard nodded to me. He turned towards a guard beside him.
“You, newbie at the side there, bring clothes to this naked man so he won’t be naked anymore.”
……
What an impressive logic that would be a heated discussion among the greatest of humanity philosophers. Is a cloth is to render a human to be no naked no more or if a human was born with a set of jeans, it is considered man-made and artificial thus it falls into the definition of clothes or is it something that is a naturally part of him/her?
It is quite a mind-boggling conundrum.
After I was finished being side-tracked by that interesting notion, from the corner of my eyes, I spotted a heavily garbed individual with exotic cloth of an unknown origin together with an unclear but probable feminine figure, was speaking to a less heavily garbed individual with a feathered themed robe of who’s figure showed that it was quite definitely a male.
What caught my attention was the fact that they were behind a wall of guards trying to look as inconspicuous as possible and were speaking almost in whispers as though they were scheming up some nefarious plot.
Now that I think about it, what was the reason for this summoning or is it dimensional travelling?
Who knows?
Anyway, usually from what I read in the internets and books, it is always because the summoned one are the heroes, chosen one, prophesied saviour and whatnot and they are to require to save the world, people, dogs and whatnot from the demon king, evil beings, crazed religion cultist and whatnot. If that was the case, then are we all of that and we’re here been welcomed here with open arm and hearts?
Afterward, they stopped talking and the male individual passed through the wall of guards and stood in front of us and shouted: “Summoned Ones, I beseeched you all, please calm down!!”
He had shouted with an authoritative and yet gentle tone at the summoned group of lot. It was because this whole time, the pandemonium of noise had not ceased. There was sporadic shouting, together with some violence which was probably connected to self-defensive mechanisms and some people flailing their arms around randomly which resulted in a spectacle of extra interesting actions taking place in this hall.
What about me? Well, I would have done the same, but although I was panicking inwardly on the exterior, I was kept my poker face up together with my pose and expressions and looked as cool as a cucumber. It was probably because that the shock of the bizarre situation that was happening right now had emptied my mind and had broken my ability to use common sense.
Also, the inner monologues that I had earlier had contributed in strengthening this zen-like state of mind.
From the view of the guards, they would probably see a composed and collected human figure that was attempting to hide his crotch with his right hand and covering the crack between his butt cheeks with his left.
Such a figure would have cut an even more regal and dignified form if he were to wear clothes.
…
Dammit, where is that cloth?!!
Aside from being ashamed, I am freaking cold here because being a wet, naked hairless ape is not a perk in this situation!!
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