Orphan

[Caira Ayryn]

The Knight of Camelot and bounty hunter was greeted by a strange looking creature whose features she could not quite define by simply using words.

Caira couldn't help finding herself shaking a tad out of fear, and put on a well-plastered smile as she almost didn't ask it directions. With a simple motion, she was directed onward. The prime nodded and response, and couldn't help but feel curious as to if these Angels were Primes, or if they were secondaries, anointed with the highest possible award: They got to live in the Oververse.

Caira wondered why it all existed as she made her way across the land. With every hopping pounce, more wisps came from her feet. Even though her fears had invigorated her heart rate, and made the rush of her blood seem like it had nothing but canals and skin to bind it in, she was surprised that she found herself having fun with it.

The Oververse was a strange place, after all.

The girl continued to traverse the land, her eyes swept across the land, and her thought nagged at the back of her mind. Meanwhile surges of curiosity, and a flurry of other emotions stabbed at her. She attempted to gulp down her insecurities, and failed.

The Oververse.

She reminded herself after a while, but every time she seemed to close her eyes, she saw Merik's face. If Caira hadn't been raised in a monastery, she probably would have cursed his name. But no, she had plans for him, that is, if she ever saw that backstabber's face again.

Bury me alive in a coffin! It was terrible!  Almost died. What an ordeal that would have been. Of course, primes aren't supposed to die here, but I'm sure they can. The lucky cat on her shoulder seemed to hear her qualms, and to soothe her nerves he brushed his furry cheek against hers and purred. As if reminding her that these were all questions for Omni. And that she was finally here.

There it was.

The glowing streaks of light and gold below her feet all led in a distinctive web to what Caira thought resembled the deity's chair.

Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. 'Did she want to know the answers to the questions she would ask? Would he even answer them? Would he be able to save her home? Save their lives?' she had come all this way, but working for the goal now seemed much easier than the final task. The prime took a few breathes, and couldn't quite tell what lay before her.

Omni's face, everything since the beginning of her existence here flashed in her mind, and then, everything before.

The girl stood there, on the way to Omni, in the middle of her course and deliberated for what seemed like an eternity. She could go back. But back to what?

She didn't have to meet him. The face she once saw as she teleported to this place could have been a mask, after all it didn't have eyes. He could even be a husky for all she knew.  

But really, it wouldn't matter. Because not only was Omni now just a stroll away from her –or at least seemed to be– she was a just stroll away from him too.

...

There was really no "deciding" factor in what made her take the next brave step toward him, not one that could be defined by a single, straightforward emotion.

Another short moment passed and the girl had sauntered closer to the God than ever before. Her pace ever faltered, nor her eyes never wavered.

As she approached Omni, his face grew more distinguished against the white light of the background sky. His lack of eyes made it seem like he was staring right into her flesh. As her footsteps took her near, she finally slowed to a small halt ten feet away from him, and gracefully collapsed to the ground.

She sat cross-legged and looked up at him, her expressions mixed for a while, from confusion, to traces of tense fear, and then finally, her eyes held on where his would be, with simple, pure, and unadulterated awe.