I didn't want to hear him. His words, if true, which I somehow knew they were, meant that I was abandoned by the world itself. Fortuna recognized even these little beasts, gliders and yet it didn't acknowledge me...
[Answer me brat!] Adron chided loudly.
"I don't know" I mumbled. I know he wanted me to think but hearing what he said, I couldn't bring myself to focus on anything except my pathetic life. "How would I know what a squirrel may have desired?"
[You fool! That's what I want you to realize.] Adron barked even louder than before, I could feel his anger through our link. He wanted me to infer something important but I really didn't understand why gliders were given powers.
[This blessing thing, it's more of a survival advantage than a wish granted to the worthy as you think... in case of less intelligent beings at least.] He said.
Survival Advantage? I sat dumbfounded, eyes widened. All of a sudden his words made sense. These glider's ability to fly was the only reason why I couldn't catch them,thus, the only reason why they were alive. I was amazed but then felt truly dumb as I had never even imagined it as a possibility. Beo Noctis was something ethereal, beyond logic for me. I never thought about it rationally because of the prejudices, solidified in me by the world, that true desire and only true desire can make you shine for the sky to notice.
[So? Under what circumstances do you think a squirrel may have been given the ability to fly?] He asked, genuinely excited this time like a teacher, sparking my curiosity. Now that I think about it, it must have been...
"When it was getting preyed upon by another beast!" I said fervently as if I had just made a huge discovery, which it was, but it was Adron who did the actual discovery. Wings to gliders, long claws to howlers, it all made sense. These were all things that increased their chances of survival tremendously. Powers were granted impartially to all beings on Earth! But then there's something strange about it, if the Beo Noctis impartially affects all life forms then...
[Correct. Now, anything else you inferred yet?] He asked expectantly.
"But it doesn't make sense." I said.
[Neither does my being inside your body, to your nut sized brain. Be rational.] He rebuked. After looking at my blank face for a while, he continued. [What do you make of the fact that these animals can pass their powers onto their next generation but humans can't?]
I stayed silent having understood what he was getting at.
[Don't ignore me brat!] His roar snapped me back. I was somehow reminded of his true form I saw, which he mentioned was a severely weakened one, and suddenly felt forced to answer.
"Because the powers... aren't crucial for our survival unlike the beasts?" I stuttered.
[Yeah. So, you get it now?] He said. Though his tone was impassive, I knew he was trying to help me. [You are too hung up about not being a blest. You are not one because you don't need to be one. Same goes for all other "unblests". You all can have lives even without any special strengths which is what makes you a little more intelligent than these beasts, for whom strength means life.]
Adron Athav
Ahh, this brat! How can he be so foolish to be in a state of denial even when I laid out the facts up front. Well, I guess it is something he has been wanting since his childhood but then again, I don't have time for his pity party.
There's even more that he should know. He was technically blind in the last five hours, not even paying attention to his surroundings, this brat really thinks of becoming a warrior?
Rejoice kid, yours truly is by your side to lift you above these lessers. I wish I could think that way, it'd have been way easier training this fool.
A fallen, who has known infinite strength, finds himself inside a country boy in a world where a wish granting comet arrives every decade. Does he see perfection in the world where all desires are fulfilled? Far from it. Under this veil of blessings resides a storm in which the former god struggles to go back.
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