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Desdinova has a minion!

the Ogon Koi




Desdinova
Legacy Name: Desdinova


The Galactic Neela
Owner: Root

Age: 10 years, 5 months, 2 days

Born: October 26th, 2013

Adopted: 1 year, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 18th, 2023


Pet Spotlight Winner
September 17th, 2021

Statistics


  • Level: 195
     
  • Strength: 247
     
  • Defense: 64
     
  • Speed: 14
     
  • Health: 49
     
  • HP: 49/49
     
  • Intelligence: 653
     
  • Books Read: 653
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Astrophysicist


X

THE MIRROR.

I think it was maybe the fifty-second or fifty-third day that I had found her. Every consecutive day after that, she was not hard to find as she rarely moved from her location. Some inadvertent drifting was normal-- to be expected. But the stationary objects in the vicinity did not move much either, and thusly, once they could be located she could as well.

In the middle of the darkness, it was quite hard to make out her figure. Keeping a respectful distance lent to the impossibility of recognition; except for the lights of the horizon, one could only see a few feet out in front. To me, she was of an ambiguous age and origin-- we never discussed that sort of thing anyways.

On the eighth day of meeting her, she told me.

There is something that comes and bites on me.

She was missing an ear and two fingers from her left hand.

-----

Out of all things present in the abyss, I have had the great fortune to only yet come across things smaller than myself. Broken pencils, tarnished jewelry and silverware, old books, trash. Discarded furniture, sometimes birds or fish, swimming as if they had not been displaced from the waters they surely must've come from. The air in the void hung thick and thin at equal measures, and yet was wet and cool, or damp and warm. Sometimes, it felt thin-- hollow and suffocating, as if you would fall-- and looking down and in every direction, there was always quite a ways to do so. The small flickers of stars, objects farthest away from anything, seemed stationary, never to move while you noticed. Where was this place, exactly? The room of Erich Zann? Had I... fallen and hit my head? No...

The mirror.

-----

I came back to her in three days, and she was silent. Struggling in the depth, barely saying a word. Twisting and contorting.

She was missing half of her forearm.

I could not bear to look, but what could I do? I lay the lotus flowers I had gathered next to her, floating softly around her as they dispersed. She did not take any like before, and I turned to leave. There were no signs of a trail, nothing to allude to the horror that had taken place except for some loose beads of blood, like little gems as they drifted away in silence. The sight of her writhing awoke a great terror in me.

I would not ask her this time.

-----

I did not mention before, because it was a rarity, but I would on occasion happen across remains. Hands, or feet; sometimes broken bones, but not always easy to say of what. And I of course left behind a trail of my own: a fish skeleton, or the tiny bones of an ortolan (as I could not bear to eat them whole, as is custom). Of course, in here I have no ready access to brandy either, so perhaps it is a more savory way to go for the little bunting. There is no one to watch such a transgression take place regardless-- the thick sheet of darkness that spread throughout every crevice would more than suffice for a dinner napkin.

My memory of the time not spent here has seemed to depreciate. "Ortolan", I thought. I remembered that bird from somewhere else, not here. Some other place in time.

A mirror, yes...

I had been looking for a mirror. In it, reflected an entire realm, seperate and timeless. It was from somewhere else that I was cast here, to succumb to the will of the entities lying within. Now, it was misplaced, drifted off to parts unknown. But there is a second.

I also feel like my account of days had been wrong. This place was familiar to me. Last time I came and left, I remember being thrown back twenty-two years or so; long before the arrival of my young granddaughter. She's now ten years of age, but I wondered if she would even be around at the time I returned.

-----

Twelve days since I last had seen her, the woman. I had been avoiding going back in fear, afraid of what I didn't know. She was the only other in here that I have ever known, nothing else eliciting sentience. No harm has ever come to me before, and yet the mortality I could see reflected in her was more than enough to turn me away. I had a deep feeling that she had been thrown in here against her will, and would likely never return. Something about her miserable state gave the impression of decay; she was perhaps some offering of sorts. I doubted that anyone adventurous enough to come on their own accord would have been as trepidatious as she; never once have I seen her leave the confines of her territory. Perhaps she knew already what she was destined for.

I was in the area, I could tell-- there was a wooden chair with broken leg, and an old, blind koi, drifting about slower than it appeared to be swimming. It never went far, and surprised with its sheer enormity, I always left it alone. I approached.

X

A strange, perverted breeze hit the back of my neck, and I spun around as fast as I could coordinate to stare into the pitch. I could feel the presence of something eager, yet distant, as the fish slipped from view. It was there, just past the murk beyond my eyes, hiding in the black haze.

Suddenly, I could see it-- the stars on the perimeter would dim and blacken from view, one by one, their absence trailing in a direction until they reappeared on the other side. I held my breath, but was still perturbed by the stench. I watched the void as it circled once around me, and held still. My eyes were losing it. There was really something there? Something where there was nothing? All light was absorbed into it and tangled up in the mass, and the miasma was quite thick; I don't have the exact words to describe it. Stale, almost too dense to breathe. It burned the hairs of my nose, and replaced my air with the smell of innards.

"Imaginos..." something spoke into my head. The breath wet my ear, and yet there was nothing there.

Go back.

The low guttural screech, the sharp sonority of vowels lacerated their way into my brain in a voice so loud it threatened to upheave my stomach. I grabbed my ears in pain, but they heard nothing. There was no sound. Quickly and unlooking, I clawed away into her general direction.

------

She lie there now, half gone.

Slowly breathing. Up and down of her partial ribcage, but there was nothing underneath. In her firm, three-fingered grasp, a mirror.

"Take it, Desdinova".

And I looked within.

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