Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Thousands of miles of clouds create a fairyland, and the imaginary sun and moon shine together above the clouds.

"Do you want to roll in the clouds now?"

Thoth withdrew his gaze and stared at the sea of ​​clouds, "There is a saying in China: if you see through it, don't tell it."

"Hello, little Bolshevik child."

"You call my motherland this way. Could it be that you are from that snowfield?"

"Yes, the Soviet Union before, and Russia later."

The world behind the door is unexpectedly vast. Underfoot is an endless sea of ​​clouds, and above the head is the changing sun and moon. The sea of ​​clouds displays infinite changes under their luster, from pale crimson to brilliant gold, from cotton-like pure white.

The quiet gray makes people feel that they can spend several years just by being there for a moment, and they seem to be integrated with the vast sky light, which is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

I don't know when a man came to Thoth and looked up at the silver moon with him. He was taller and taller than Medici. He stood with the little secret spy like a father and son.

Thoth asked, "How did you notice me?"

"Your [Mysterious Reappearance] was too conspicuous, so I traced its origin a little bit." The man breathed out softly, "The Nightingale and the Rose, right? It's an unsatisfactory love story."

"At first I thought this was a metaphor for people, but I didn't expect it to be a real thing... It seems that Mr. Wilde is not simple, and those well-known fairy tale writers also hide many secrets."

"Not only fairy tales, but also the strange stories of various countries and ethnic groups may not be groundless, and even some common customs still have mysterious shadows."

"Oh, by the way, are there any other comrades? Davari?"

The man smiled silently when he heard this title, "You have already seen her, the lady who took away the Eternal Gun."

"It turns out to be her!" Thoth suddenly realized, "She must be very strong. Although she is not as strong as you, she can still feel her power, which is not inferior to that of Medici, even from a long distance away."

"It was dark night, and it's hard to say His full name directly. You can call Him Amani."

"Oh, the goddess of the night... eh? The night?! But I heard from my companions that she is an evil god, and the believers of the night are also cultists..."

"This statement involves some long history. Before Amani, the top of the path of the Sleepless Ones was the Demon Wolf of Destruction, Fregra. Fregra was crazy and cruel. Under his leadership, the Demon Wolf clan was generally bloodthirsty and easy to kill.

Human beings have no mercy at all, so the night has evolved into a symbol of disaster and terror in people's hearts." The Creator sighed, "Although Amani has always been kind to humans since he came to power, it always takes time to change prejudices."

"So that's it...it's not easy for her either."

They sat cross-legged in the clouds and mist, like kindergarten children sitting on colorful puzzle mats, moving from south to north, from east to west, and the light of the red sun and silver moon spread all over them one after another, day and night.

He took turns holding them in his arms. It was the first day they met, but they were so familiar with each other that they seemed to have known each other for decades. Thoth even felt that he had seen each other somewhere, but he didn't know how long ago the memory was like soft white sugar.

The boiling water is generally nowhere to be found, leaving only a faint sweet taste.

"Can we... still go back?"

After experiencing countless mornings and evenings, Thoth asked this question. The sentence pattern was obviously a question, but it was said in a firm and calm tone. There was no sadness or joy in his purple eyes, as if he would laugh the next second.

Make a sound, or shed tears.

"Do you want to go back?"

Thoth hesitated for a long time, and finally said honestly: "I want to."

"At first, I always felt that time travel was a dream that was destined to wake up, but the longer I stayed in this world, the more I felt its reality: the calluses on my hands were real, and the blood that flowed from the injuries I suffered

It is real, the joy of surviving after the victory is real, and the heaviness of cleaning up the affairs of my comrades is also real... Since it is not 'The Truman Show', then there is no need for me to always think about escaping."

Here, Thoth crossed his arms tightly, "But, the world I lived in before was not false either. The people who raised me, the people who accompanied me, the calm and regular life, the small and trivial worries...

…makes up the whole of ‘me’ at this moment.”

"Although I will be a little reluctant to leave," Thoth scratched his head, "but if I don't go back, my family will be worried... Of course, I'm not saying that others can't live without me... Well, I miss them myself.

."

As he spoke, he almost shed tears, "I train hard and fight bravely to kill the enemy...not because I want to get meritorious service or promotion, but because I am really afraid of death! If I die, I won't be able to see them!"

"I understand...Thank you for your hard work, kid."

I understand how long your thoughts are, so long that even history cannot wipe them out.

I understand how tenacious your thoughts are, so tenacious that even madness cannot erase them.

I understand that you miss the lake with winter jasmine blooming, the road planted with yellow jujube trees, the quiet library with only the sound of turning books, the songs with a variety of tastes, the dishes with a lot of chili peppers, and the classmates you can see every day.

The teacher I hate.

I even understand why your deepest thoughts stay at the age of nineteen, which has long passed...because your parents were still alive at that time, and you had a gentle father.

I know that your deepest longing comes from your love for life. Only by deeply loving the plants and trees around you can you describe your dream so vividly and beautifully that the audience will be moved by it.

But in the end He didn't say anything, he just hugged Him.

"We can't go back, can we? You are so powerful... If I could go back, I would have gone back long ago."

The master of prophecy can glimpse a corner of destiny. He has run towards the familiar city in his dreams countless times, but no matter how far he runs, he can't reach the end. Some corner of his heart has faintly given up. In the end, he just stood there.

Quietly looking at the silhouette of the city, from first falling asleep to dawn, and then starting a new day and a new life as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry, kid."

"Don't say that, it's not easy for you either."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

He just wanted a definite answer, an answer that could settle all his thoughts and emotions... But tears rolled in his eyes for a few times, and finally rolled down.