This isn't really 'canon' to the story. It was something I thought up while writing chapter 3 abd didn't want to lose the idea. I found a little stupid but felt like sharing it. This story is far ahead into the story so you won't understand some of the changes for the characters (especially Elyisias changes) till the story reaches that point. Hope you enjoy!

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One day Elyisia and I were walking through the Elven coastal city of Morsalio, near the Sea of Razuth Pig, a famous explorer from long, long ago. This city was HOT, utterly blistering level heat. I began to crave one thing and one thing only, ice cream. The only problem was ice cream doesn’t exist the land. We kept walking and I kept grumbling, shifting my armor to attempt to make myself more comfortable. As we kept walking we saw a mage doing tricks on the street to entertain. He conjured up bits up light, flowers, and many other things. Then he conjured snow, I mean it melted near instantly but it was snow. An idea hit me like a truck, I could make a spell to make ice cream! I pulled Elyisia to a nearby park that was relatively empty for my attempt at making this spell. Even though I’m god and could just force the world to make me a spell, I wanted the feeling of accomplishment god dammit, on a side note it still feels weird knowing I’m swearing at myself in a weird way. After an hour of thinking up the various layers, words, and wei’s necessary, I attempted the spell. I cast the spell into my hand and success! The only problem was, like the snow it melted instantly and made my hand a sticky nasty mess with no ice cream to it.

While I was doing all this ridiculous spell making, Elyisia was entertaining herself by watching a Vundervipp try and crack an acorn on its skull, why it was doing such a bewildering thing, she’d never know. This is especially understandable when its tail is specifically made to crack acorns. Its tail wasn’t visibly damaged yet it kept hitting itself. Then she realized what it was doing when it fell over. It was trying to commit suicide. The only response the redhead could give was a slight ‘huh’ before walking back to her beloved master. Why she followed an idiot of a man none would know but her. The truth was she was ‘born’ to love him no matter what. You could say he made her to love her, though she knew all that he made most the time was an accident of him not fully grasping his powers as god. Of course even though one could argue she was ‘forced’ to love him, she didn’t much mind. His goofy idiotic ways and highly teenagish perverted but innocent ways would probably made her fall for him anyways. Of course she’d never admit it unless he asked her too. As she approached she heard him shout “aha!” and “I’m a genius!” of course, he didn’t tell her why they went over here. When he pulled her over he had that ‘I’m gonna make something look’ that usually ended up being stupid or something so stupid its amazing. This time it was the latter.

“Do you know what this spell is?” I stood up and held at my hand, a red spell swirled in my palm waiting to be cast

“Its a pyromancy of sort?”

I smacked her “WRONG-O guess number 2.”

She sighed a bit from my antics, already quite used to this childish manner “Its a pyromancy, its red, red means fire. YOU are the one that made it so the spells had a certain color in categories.”

I smacked her again “Still wrong, its not a pyromancy.”

She threw her arms up “Well then by the sky is actually a carriage!”

I smirked “You wanna know?”

“No I just wanna sit here confused all day.” she shot back

“Its ice cream.”

“Its what?”

“Ya know, ice cream. You have all the knowledge of the old world.”

“I do, and that’s not ice cream, that’s a pyromancy spell waiting to be cast.”

For the third time I smacked her “No, its ice cream.”

She opened her palm revealing a ready to be cast fire wall “Wanna know what these spells have in common? They are red, swirling in motion, and are PYROMANCIES!”

“God dammit this is fucking ice cream not a pyromancy!”

“You can’t eat a fucking spell, they’re intangible!”

I looked her hard in the eye “Watch me.” I took a bite out of the spell. The spell gave no reaction and continued swirling like it didn’t have a chunk taken out of it. “Mmm, nice and cold ICE CREAM!”

She threw her arms up in the air “And once again god triumphs logic because god can. I’m tired, can we get an inn?”

I release the spell and cross my arms on my chest “So you admit it then?”

“I don’t admit shit.” she walked off back towards the street, with me following behind laughing idiotically. When we returned she began talking about the various inn’s their pros, their cons, stuff I most definitely care about. After what I swear is ten minutes of my immortal life I grab her shoulders, and slowly put my mouth to the side of her ear and seductively whisper “I don’t caaaaaaaare.” I slowly pulled back a wide smile on my face, turned around a Nazi marched away. I wasn’t taking my spell being insulted and being lectured about something as ridiculous as inns for hours in one day. In my head all I heard where the words ‘fuck this shit I’m out’ being sung. Thus ended most of our first day in the coastal city of Morsalio

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