“You’re not tired? Is it all right for you to be sitting up?” “Very well, thanks to you visit.” Eris replied. Hierarch Seere child-like body had not grown at all in the past nine years, but in truth, he was six years Eris’ senior. Still, they were not to engage her any more than was necessary, and so the current Hierarch’s role had become that of the Goddess’ confidante someone to talk to and help ease her sense of isolation.
This was the commandment of old, but as the Hierarch had taken on many more responsibilities since the formation of the Knights of the Seal, Eris was allowed a few servants to look after her.
As the Goddess was largely forbidden from interacting with others, it fell to the Hierarch to see to most of her needs. The Hierarch Seere came to visit her at a little past noon. Holding her head high, Eris continued putting one foot ahead of the other. If she became unable to do even them, she’d know death was near. Walking on her own two feet and eating three proper meals… these were the two most important tasks of Eris’ day. And if she didn’t expend any energy, she would lose her appetite entirely it was already poor as it was. If she didn’t try to walk at least a little, her body would weaken which would make the pain worse. Originally the servants wished to bring her food to her room, but Eris would not have it. If she was too late in getting to the dining room, it would be an inconvenience to those responsible for preparing her meals. When the convulsions had alleviated a bit and she became able to move, Eris continued walking. This did not make the pain go away, but made it much easier to endure. It was of the utmost importance not to become panicked, and to keep a strong sense of focus in order to concentrate on regulating your breathing. And while the pain of the Seal was of a different order than that of a mere bodily injury, the methods of coping were about the same. There had been many times in her past in which she had to work her way through it to continue brandishing her spear despite injury when battling monsters or quelling civil strife.
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But Eris, thanks to her having been in the service of the Knights since the age of nine and a veteran warrior, knew how to handle pain. It ebbed and flowed, and occasionally she would find herself in the throes of an agony much more intense than usual. However, the amount of pain the Seal caused Eris was never constant. The Seal manifests itself as a brand upon the Goddess’ body that sends continuous currents of pain coursing through it. Stopping in her tracks, hand still on the wall, she struggled to support her body which was on the verge of collapse. It all seemed so nostalgic, now… For a moment, her warm memories flooded out the pain in her chest, but as if in retaliation, it came back more fiercer than ever. By that time Nowe had learned enough of human speech to communicate mostly normally, but he would still sometimes make mistakes. She supposed she was about twelve at the time… maybe slightly younger, since she and Nowe were still squires. It reminded her of how she used to cross rivers outfitted in heavy armors as part of her training with the Knights of Seal, back when it was still under the command of General Oror. Rising, she began to walk while holding onto the wall. As such, from the moment she took on the role, Eris believed that her body and life were no longer hers alone… even if the pain of the Seal was. In other words, she was the pillar that upheld the world as humanity knew it. (It can’t be helped… after all, this body doesn’t belong to me anymore.)Įris was the Goddess, who carried on her the Seal which kept the world from reverting to its original chaotic state. Sadly, these things made her well out of breath. Slowly but surely she went through her morning routine, including brushing her hair and putting on her clothes. Ignoring the compulsion to fall back into bed, Eris gingerly placed her feet on the floor. Her body was stiff in the mornings and creaked in resistance to every movement, her backbone giving an audible crack. Sighing, she began concentrating on lifting herself up. Her body’s fatigue was not the sort that could be alleviated by a single night’s rest, after all. She had purposefully had her bed moved to the corner where the sun hit the most, for she feared that if not for it she might never awake. When was the last time I dreamt? Since when had my sleep become dreamless?Īll sleeping consisted of now was closing my eyes and waiting for my consciousness to fade into a deep, dark chasm…Įris turned over to avoid the morning light that was pouring onto her face.
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