Role

Chapter 5

After Jichii's encounter, it has cemented in his mind that Magic and Twist
are the same thing. Hurting one, is hurting the other. And all he wants to do
is get revenge for the life he feels he's lost by skipping forward through
Time/Space.

Jichii put down his wineskin for but a moment, and suddenly he was there.

HE was there. It was as if the sun had taken it's night-cloak off, and the
radiant burning effigy of the God of Magic was there, in front of him.
Suddenly time seemed to slow. Was he bending it about him even now? Trying to
throw him into the future again? Or was it some trick of the Drink?

Jichii didn't care. He couldn't think of anything but his blind rage and
hate, and the first thing he had at hand went flying toward him. As the
wineskin appeared to strike the burning aura about Twist, at the same time it
appeared to no longer exist. A sword followed it. A boot. Some dirt and a
rock. All of them, phasing the God as much as a fly might a giant.

To some, the appearance of a God might be so awe inspiring as to evoke some
feeling of humbleness and even piety. Within Jichii, the fact he knew he
would never kill him seemed only to fuel a burning desire to die himself.
Just as the boot had gone before him, so he hurled himself.

And then he was sitting down again.

The God of Magic turned his eyes downwards, and looked into Jichii's eyes
with a stare somewhere between compassion and indifference. The sort of look
only an all-powerful God might achieve when faced with such overwhelming
emotion.

'I do not suppose an apology would help?'

All the drunken bard could mutter was 'no' before his eyes turned inwards,
realising how foolish he had been. How can a mortal pain a God?

Twist shrugged. And just as he had appeared, he was gone. Only Jun the
Villager offered any sort of comfort.

'Foolish decisions are the slow road to this village.'

Jichii closed his eyes, and let a tear roll slowly down his cheek. It didn't
reach his lips before the wineskin did.