Chapter 9: Truly a God
"Rexy, fly to me," a little dragon flaps its wing as hard as it could and jumps off a branch. It slowly floats over to me and and finally lands on my arms.
"Good job, Rexy," I caress Rex's head with my hand and looks over to Alta's side. Regina is on the same tree that Rex had been. They're doing the same practice as me and Rex did. Instead of slowly floating to her landing target, like Rex did, Regina dashes towards Alta. She lands on Alta's hand nonetheless, albeit the rough landing.
"Well, at least we know these two can fly but, they're still young and small to help with planting the seeds down there,"
"M-Masta, we can do it! Isn't that right, Regina?" Rex says so with vigor.
"That's right, Masta. We can already fly and carry the seeds. Isn't that right, Ein?" Regina passes over the confirmation to one of the Gardeners who's nearby but, he looks a bit hard press to answer.
"What the young one sayeth is true, mast'r. The young ones hast proven themselves w'rthy of carrying out the task," instead of Ein, another Gardener name Vier speaks up. Currently, all twelves Gardeners has a name now, which is Ein, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Funf, Sechs, Sieben, Acht, Neun, Zehn, Elv and Zwolf. Strangely, all of their names are just the numbers, one to twelve, spelled in the German language. They're name given by Alta. But, how does she know the numbers in the German language? This has gotten all puzzled.
The thing is, according to her, I created her. So, in a sense, anything that she knows is something that I thought her my self. The only thing that I wish about giving her knowledge is only knowing the way to communicate with me. Thus, why she finally understand what I say. This brings the question of how did she know these numbers in the German language? This question has gotten me thinking about the warning that was given by myself that time. Fearing Alta he says. Fearing what exactly?
Of course, I don't want to distrust Alta. She's my companion since from the beginning. But, the warning has been lingering on my mind since she name the Gardeners that way.
"Alto, are you alright?" I snap out of my stupor and looks up at Alta. She's looking at me worryingly.
"I'm fine," I smile back to her question.
"Masta, please let us do our task," Rex is now pleading me with those big eyes he has.
"Please, Masta," Regina as well. I look over to Alta to see if she's agree with this. She slowly nods.
SIGH
"Alright. But, only carrying three seeds for each of you,"
""Thank you, Masta!"" Both dragons says at the same time with a smile.
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Looking down at the edge of the island, small figures of both little dragons slowly getting smaller and smaller as they get closer to the ground below. They both have seeds from the small surrounding trees under the huge big tree. It seems that, during my slumber, the huge tree just suddenly stop producing anymore of its seeds. Also, currently, the Gardeners don't plant anymore seeds on the island because there's no more space to plant. Thus, they have less jobs and only trim the branches of the small trees if it ever wilt.
Speaking about these trees. Their leaves are still so small. Before, the big tree had leaves the smaller than sesame seeds. Now, the are the size of sesame seeds. This is intriguing me for a long while. I have a theory why these leaves are so small. I believe it's because simply we're big. By this, I mean we're probably titan size. This probably explains why I can run a full circle around this world quickly. It's not because the world is small. It's simply because I am just so huge.
All of this dawns on me and makes me think the reality of this situation. Is all of this even real. All seems impossible but, the things I can see with my own eyes, the things I feel with my skin, things I can smell and things that I hear. It all points to how real all of this situation is. I don't know how all of this happened to me but, it seems from now on this is my reality and where I shall continue to live on. As currently, I don't know my way back home.
Another thing that finally dawns on me is having such power of wishing. To the point it's almost impossible for any normal mortal. Making a star, making living beings and making an island float just by thinking and focusing about it.
Yes. I believe it's don't think its the power of wishing. It's the power of creation itself. Generating it with my own imaginations. Truly, a godlike being. Knowing now what I am, I should probably act my role in this world. What is a role of a god anyway? For all I know, the role of a god on earth is to be worship. But, to what ends does getting worship is for a powerful god? I guess that question will probably be answered when I am getting worship. Thus, my next step in this world is more or less clear to me.
For one to be worship, one needs to have worshipers. Worshipers that I need to create myself. However, the current me still needs to recharge back that power. I guess another deep sleep is in order.
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