InsaneDarkness & ZombieSplitter53 Faith in a Goddess Part One Havenbrook Manor Oct. 16th, 3349 The Duck Thrope sat on her bed, a little smile on her face. She was staring at a new book she'd gotten from the library, one she'd been looking forward to but was snatched up by everyone in the free world before she had a chance to get ahold of it. Her content reading was interrupted by the sound of a commotion in the halls. The sound of at least two people arguing could be heard. While the Duck Thrope's instincts told her to not leave her room, she felt like she had to do something. So, she, at the very least, left her room, albeit quietly. A woman with blonde hair bickered with a man with grey hair, the former dressed as a mage of sorts, the former in almost regal looking attire. "I do not care what the others think!" said the woman. "The next person I find is mine. I will not be left out while the God of gothy darkness gets all the fun with his vampiric charge." Well, now that I'm out here... Might as well return one of my books... Faith thought, floating off the ground past the two towards the library. The woman watched her as she floated past. "Well now... a little smaller then I expected, but.. " She moved towards her. "Little One! What is your name, child?" Faith jumped at being caught. "F-Faith Regallis..." she answered, meekly and without turning around. "Ms. Regallis, do you... like tea?" The woman stepped in front of her. "I am new to this manor. Would you tell me about it over some tea?" The man rolled his eyes. "Always with the tea. Can't you see you're bothering her. The mortals are staring..." "I have time, I suppos-se..." Faith let go of her books, having them floating above her head as she turned around. "Oh, you are quite clever with your magic." The woman took her hand and pulled her along, heading for the bar despite claiming to be a stranger. "So tell me a little about yourself, Ms. Regallis." "I... I'm just a Havenbrook Hunter. Ther-re aren't any jobs right now... so there's-s nothing to do..." the Duck Thrope started, twiddling her nervous fingers, "I've been reading a lot-t so as to fill my time... I use wind magic, cl-clearly..." Faith held up a finger to spin a mini-tornado above it so as to reinforce her point. "I use a shortsword and my mag-gic in combat... throwing kn-knives if I need to..." "That is so awesome, Little One." The trio sat down in the bar and ordered some tea. "How would you like to have even more power though, dear? To wield more might to rival others. I am sure, with the gods interfering left and right here, I bet you wouldn't mind a patron god, or goddess, of your own." The man cleared his throat. "Pouring it on a little thick, aren't you. If she knew what was best for her, she would run away." Deciding to now humor the man that was a part of the conversation, Faith asked him, "Why is th-that?" "Because she is so fickle. She finds these projects to work on, then gets bored with them and drops them so quickly." "Oh, hush. I said you could tag along if you don't cause a scene." He scoffed. "Yeah... me cause a scene." The blond woman stuck out her tongue. "Ignore him. Oh! How rude of me! I never introduced myself. My name is Mevah, Little One." "Hello Mevah." Faith gave the woman an innocent smile. "So... how about it?" Mevah scooted closer. "Want a patron goddess of your own?" "I'm not... a very religious person..." Faith shyly admitted. Mevah scoffed. "Me either. Many of the gods are petty and..." She looked at her companion, flirting with the waitress bringing the tea. "...self serving. But just give your loyalty to this one goddess, and she will gift you with special abilities. That's it. All she wants is to have someone she can watch and cheer on like the others." "Is there anything I sh-should be aware of? Previous takers, maj-jor risks, etcetera?" A suspicious look crossed Faith's seemingly gullible face. Mevah tapoed her lip in thought. "Well... no previous takers. I guess you could become drunk with power. Plus the abilities you would get might make you a target for those who would want to use you. But you can handle that, right?" "'You can handle that' she asks the complete stranger," the man mumbled, taking a sip of tea. "No offense, but she looks like she couldn't handle a shot of peach schnapps, let alone the responsibility of being a goddess' charge." "Well, there's a first tim-me for everything. We can both-th learn from each other, I suppose." Faith's voice held a slight peppiness that wasn't present before, enjoying the two's back-and-forth from a third person view. Mevah's smile widened. "You... you know I'm talking about me, right?" "Yeah. Of course." Faith shrugged. Mevah's eyes widened even more. "So we have a deal?!" "Unless he has som-mething to say about it." The Duck Thrope cracked a joking smile. The man looked over. He slowly grinned. "Not unless you would rather have my power." Mevah slapped his arm. "I saw her fist! You're just being a jerk now." He leaned forward. "What do you say? Boring goddess of Life? Or the great and powerful God of Light?" Faith shrunk in her seat. "I don't know..." Mevah slapped Mendakin on the chest. "Now you're the one scaring her! Besides, you have that baby to care about." She smiled sweetly and held Faith's hands. "You will be my special mortal, okay? And I'm going to give you some cool powers." "O-okay..." Faith's bill-nose stuck out from her hood as she peered out. "Right. So... um..." Mevah paused. "What to... give you..."