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3rd pov
Mitsuha was dreaming again. It was a sort of firvolous dream in which one appeared to be the embodiment of happiness. Beautiful flower petals bloom and surrounded her, with thier great variety of colours filling her vision in a sort of mysterious wonder.
Mitsuha saw herself playfully frolicking around thoese fields. Chasing the flying petals, along with the harmless little butterflies that fluttered around. Using her telekenesis, she made the flowers fly, before gracefully floating down to the ground.
As she was basking herself in this mysterious wonder, the figure of a women could be seen ahead. Her face appeared to be covered in the shadows, perhaps maybe even intentionally done. But mitusha knew, the lady ahead was a very beautiful one. She noticed the sunset magically making its descend behind the horizon. It was then when she finally realised she was playing atop a little hill. As she was mesmerized by the beautiful sight, the lady picked her up, and spun her around as she looked at her with a joyful smile, while laughing.
Similiarly, Mitsuha too, begin to laugh. The laughing face of a very young child could be seen.
And that was the end of the dream.
Her eyelids felt heavy, as she struggled to open them. It was the same feeling one gets when they are forced to awaken with less than an hour of sleep. She was going to close it back, however she instinctively knew, the momment she gives in, she would never be opening her eyes ever again.
It was an intense battle, and finally she won.
The scenery spreads out before her.
The plain hospital roof, with simple LED lights installed above.
Mitsuha tried to sit up. Yet, she couldn't. It didn't hurt or anything, she simply felt the inability to move or control any part of her body, other than her face and its expression.
With much effort, her eyes moved to the right.
Residing there, was her eldest brother, sitting on a plain plastic chair, huddling himself as he slept. His single hand continued to insistently hold on to the hand she could not feel.
"Br..." she tried to speak. Yet, only a small sound could be produced.
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She wanted to give up.
"What's going on?" she panicked mentally.
However, that small muffle was able to awaken her brother.
"Mitsuha?.. How are you feeling?" Benedict quickly reacted.
As though he already comprehended the situation. Benedict took out a protable whiteboard and marker from his inventory.
[ Strange] she wrote on it with her telepathy.
[What happened to me?] she wrote yet again.
"That is... uh ... you went mad back there after the terrorist attack hit the city with its spell. The city is still investigating the cause... and then, out of the blue you just contracted some strange disease, most likely beacuse of the spell..." Benedict began to explain.
"..." Mitsuha fell deep into thought.
A slightly sad frown appeared on her rather unmoving face.
"Well...Oh Right! Dominic also left you a present." Benedict said as he took out a rather ordinary looking potato.
In which to this, Mitsuha slightly laughed, as the potato was floated into her inventory.
[So... where is he?] she wrote.
"He was here until a short while ago...." Benedict said.
[I see] she replied.
Mitsuha then took out the potato. She tried to move her jaws to chew on it, yet it refused to do so.
"Do you need me to help you chew?" Benedict asked.
In which Mitsuha's face slightly flushed red. And in a fluster, she quickly wrote down a [No].
With her telkenesis, she began to crush and mash the potato, before sliding it down her throat the same way. In which, she chocked. And began to cough. That was the most bitter potato she had ever tasted.
"What was that? Bleh." Mitsuha spoke.
And then, she realised, she could use her voice. Her eyes widened in suprise. Similiarly, so did Benedict.
Dominic POV
After leaving Benedict with the potato injected with about all the antibodies and medicine(drug) I requested from the doctors, I made my way to the information broker residing in a back alley near the red light district.
He and I go way back, from the day I rescued him from some sort of prestigious mafia and as the first ever client for a pizza shop I was delivering for. And that was how we met.
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"Hey, pitza123" that was the codeword we used in case someone disguised as one of his clients.
"So, what are you looking for?" he asked in a shady voice.
"A medicine to cure all illness and information about people who are in black hoods that..." I said.
"that?" he asked.
"give me a second" I replied.
The momment I collided with the guy previously, I recall seeing an upside down star within a pentagram tattooed upon the top of his palm.
"has a upside down star within a pentagram tattoo."
"huh? I never heard of that." to my suprise, the almighty information broker actually didn't know about this.
"The medicine that can cure all things huh? Well I know of one... and the price would be 100kcredits." he said.
I immediately paid. Which caused his eyes to slightly widen.
"hey... I said that to turn you off as a friend you know..." he sighed.
"Well, there is one in the God Realm. Or you could ask help from Freiya in the god realm. I think the one in the god realm is sold at the end of year auction rather cheaply..." he said before he stopped. I then paid him another 10k.
"Anyways, time flows differently in the god Realm. An hour here probably lasts somewhat more than a year over there... so you could take your time over there.. though its not really reccomended since you might forget your motive. And to get there...."
And yet again, another 10k.
"The nearest point would be at the church of Freiya in this city itself. First, you must either bribe or sneak past two guards standing guard to the head priest's office. Then, flip the hidden switch which is a book on the second section of the second shelf to the right. After that, twist the nose of the statue of Freiya in the middle of the room. This will unlock the trapdoor hidden below the chair of his main seat. Leading to an undergroud basement with 10 floors, where various experiments for the city's military is hidden there. And finally, one of the walls at the second level of the basement is actually an illusion done by magic. Within there, you'll just have to touch the Freiya statue and you'll be teleported outside her house in the God realm."
"The lengthy explanation is a token of our friendship~" he said with a goofy smile.
Moving along, I headed towards the church of Freiya.
So, what was it? Get to his room, basement second floor and done?
Firstly, I entered through the front doors, and headed directly towards the head priest's room. Where the two guards present were already dozing off, so no problem there.
Next, having been unable to find the switch he was talking about, I broke the floor with my fists, and entered there.
Lastly, the 'illusion' wall had a sort of misty look, so seeing through it was pretty easy as well.
And then, I touched the goddess's statue and felt myself being transfered to the God's realm.
Ahead of me stood a slightly large house. It had a front lawn with some medical herbs that grew and harvested themselves into baskets, Literally planting themselves, and walking into the basket that transports into the house when they were ripe.
Walking ahead, I stood at the door. A classic wooden door without any specialities, and a doorbell that shined golden in colour for some reason.
*Ding Dong* I pressed the button.
"comming..~~" came a rather frivilous reply.
"Flufuns? Is that you? the plants are really gr.... huh?" the goddess said as she opened the door.
(note: Etruscan mythology Flufuns is the god of plant life, happiness, wine, health and growth in all things)
Dressed in some sort of sweat suit, the goddess made her appearence with a toothbrush still stuck in her mouth.
Ignoring that, I continued.
"I came here to ask if you would heal my sister" I said with a rather neutral look on my face.
"You're ignoring this?!" the goddess exclaimed.
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