-ORIGINAL Magic WORLD-
I was alone from the beginning—an orphan living with stranger but they were kind to just like a loving family. It was strange, who doesn't know about the world yet but still enjoyed the little things in life.
The Director of the orphanage was a kind older man who took care of us; he had neither ambition nor the drive you find in people of power. He was humble with a loving wife and relatives. He was just soone who wanted to help people, and we were grateful for that.
We had nothing fancy, but we made do with donations and kingdom relief funds. When I was a few years old, local temples needed people to help with primary duties. I was lucky enough to get selected; the priest was famous for his "Oracle" skill, and the Gods of this world often gave their knowledge via them.
He was employed with the favored God, said to have ford this world.
People told that this is the world of Magic.
I wish I could "see" all this, but I was born blind, which never hindered my thinking. I can get a good grasp of situations, and people often praise for my ntality and mory. I was a called a "Genius," but I highly doubt it, though I can feel things; It could never amount to much in a world were efforts are rewarded.
People often say "seeing is acknowledging," and I was highly lacking in that departnt. dical treatnt does exist in this world, but my case was unique; healing magic didn't affect my ailnt. Even high-level priests were unable to cure it.
Orphanage wasted quite a lot of money on this, which left distressed after I began to develop a sense of money. I firmly rejected the director's recomndations after that. I could live out my life and got quite habituated to my blindness. However, there was a sense of defeat deep in my heart. If only I had my sight, I could do much more for the people I cared about.
I had a lot of friends who were just like ; I would often follow them around from childhood; it was bizarre that people would go out of their way to take care of . I had many senior brothers who would dote on for no reason. I truly was loved!
Sotis I feel they did that out of pity, which I understood as I grew up. Honestly, I was grateful for everything that they did for . Elder sisters who ca to visit the orphanage often spoiled . They would narrate to stories that led to my addiction to books. I beca obsessed with consuming knowledge.
I would often pester elders to read different stories, no matter the genre. I loved it, it gave a sense of belonging like no other.
It was an obsession that would scare them off, but my insistence would often break that barrier. From ti to ti Director would bring so new unsuspecting "victims" in the na of new volunteers and later boast about their despair at dinner, which did lighten the atmosphere. He was a funny old man.
This change helped to see through the world of words. I could only "speculate" what most of the adjectives were with no real sense of familiarity. It's like when people read stories; I would always feel the change in their sounds.
The monotone voice would often lower my imrsion, and the intensity in their voice would paint a much clearer image in my head. It was like symphony of voice, flowing toward the end but it's journey was always chaotic.
"Beautiful" word for was the most difficult to interpret; it made no sense to ."BeautifulThe " word for was most difficult to interpret; it made no sense to . So I had to develop it independently, which often felt frustrating as there was nothing to compare it to.
So tried to explain it to when I ntioned it during reading sessions, but it still left baffled by their responses.
Everyone had different answers, which just increased my confusion, so I just left it alone. Although things were tricky, they never hindered my fixation.
Soon the ti ca for my first odd job at the Temple. I turned ten this month, and when the Head Priest ca to the orphanage for visits during these few months, I would nag him for odd jobs. The job was simple: narrating a few religious texts to children; although I was one, too.
I knew all the prerequisites. I wanted to repay the people who regularly looked after . I was free all day, and this felt like the best job for to take so burden off them. So I went to Temple with my elder brother.
This was the first ti I ca to Temple. It was majestic and grand as people would always told , as it housed a few gods, including the God of Creation. Head Priest invited in. When I stepped into the corridors, I felt sothing like sothing was watching intently. I had better gasp of other senses than an average person so, I would feel things more through them.
It was like a sixth sense type of thing that you know in your gut. It was just a few seconds, then it disappeared, whatever it was. I was flustered for a few seconds, but dismissed it. The head priest looked at , worried, and asked if I was alright.
I said I was fine, and we moved to the main praying area, "Sanctum Sanctorum," where I was told most of the gods were placed.
Different voices were singing so religious chants. Chanting is a commonly used spiritual practice here. Like prayer, chanting may be a component of either personal or group practice. The Temple considers chanting a route to spiritual developnt.
The Priest guided through an entrance and made halt just a few steps after we went inside. I was perplexed; but the Priest clarified that I should pay my regard, as it was my first ti here. So he led to the main Temple where Creation God resided.
I agreed even though I was not a firm religious person. I often joined my elders in the orphanage, but it was primarily superficial. The priest took my brother and went to check the children's situation and gave a few minutes of solitary.
I thought it was an incredible opportunity to show so rcy. I focused on and thanked my life, current situation, and all the people who care for ; I was grateful from the depths of my soul. I implored for a few minutes, and just when I was removing my awareness, I heard a voice.----
"CHILD--"
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