Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The first thing I feel is light.

It is the light that makes the gods in charge of the night slightly absent-minded - it is the warm light that indicates a new beginning when the red sun rises, it is the silver light reflected by the white snowfield under the clear and cloudless sky, and it is also the light that persists through the long night and flourishes.

In the glass lampshade, little bits of white light are about to melt into the cool morning light. They are harmoniously intertwined, spreading the first blessings of the day onto the sleepy snowfield, and also covering the goddess of night from head to toe like a veil.

, complementing each other with the dots of stars on His layered skirt.

The black dress rustled through the white snow like the water of an underground river. The goddess of the night walked on the silvery snow path and came to a red brick house with an old-fashioned chimney. The ajar door opened without any wind, like a silent voice.

invite.

A silver-gray Maine Coon cat squatted on the wooden railing, looking at the black two-legged beast with a look of disdain on the world. Before the goddess of the night showed a smile behind the hidden veil, it "ooohed"

" He ran away with a sound, rolled up the stairs, skipped over the thick Arabic-style carpet, and suddenly rushed up to the desk. His tail brought three of the eight matryoshka dolls, and his claws stepped on the writing.

The scratch paper he was writing on slipped when he was writing it, and he fell into the arms of the owner of the desk. Finally, he slowly calmed down under the caress of a hand.

The goddess of the night walked up the stairs with ease, and sat down on an easy chair with cushions in a leisurely manner. A cup of hot cocoa appeared on the small folding plastic table at hand.

The wolf's ears flapped involuntarily twice, which frightened the Maine Coon cat, which is the most burly of all domestic cats.

The man sitting behind the desk skillfully pulled down the cat that was trying to hide on his shoulder, and said helplessly: "Be more restrained."

"I didn't do anything. It's your old friend who is too timid."

"Cats and dogs are natural enemies, not to mention you are a wolf." The man said in a serious tone like a researcher, "So please don't show your teeth to it."

The goddess of the night curled her lips inelegantly under the veil, put away her prank thoughts, and said that if she didn't want the big cat to be frightened, let's get down to business.

"I found a remnant of the past."

The goddess of the night sat up slightly in the easy chair. Before she could ask some basic questions, the omniscient and omnipotent Creator continued, "Coming from Asia before the First Era, which is now the sealed Western Continent,

A Chinese named Meng Bai, whose current name is Thoth.

The Creator raised his chin and motioned Him to look at the paintings hanging on the wall: Picasso-style abstract paintings had long been transformed into real-time live broadcasts of the real world. A boy with black hair and purple eyes was peeling potatoes with a knife.

"Looks like a kid."

"This is what he looked like when he was nineteen years old. I used flesh and blood magic to create it based on his memory." The Creator paused, "But he is actually twenty-nine years old."

"What's going on?"

"When I found him, his memory was severely damaged, but only the memory of the nineteen-year-old was very well preserved due to some kind of obsession. For the sake of stabilizing self-perception, I turned him into a

He became what he was when he was nineteen years old, and his personality was sealed to a certain extent."

The goddess of the night heard his hidden meaning: "Is he a mythical creature?" And according to the rule of "the stronger, the crazier", this remnant of the past must be at least Sequence 2, otherwise he will not be reduced to self-awareness.

All confused.

"Yes, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse."

"Which pathway does he belong to? What is his current sequence?"

"The Secret-Peeper Path Sequence 0 - The Hermit."

The goddess of the night took a gentle breath, and the two gods were speechless for a long time. The red sun rose up into the desolate sky while the sky was open, while the sun outside the dream quietly sank into the horizon, and the night ate away the last trace of dusk.

The embers bring the earth and the sea into its dark embrace.