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Chapter 4 - Nayleth
"Saving people. Hunting things. The family business" - Dean Winchester, Supernatural
My head felt like it was about to explode when I finally awoke. My eyes felt groggy and heavy while my arms and legs were rather sore. I slowly turned over and tried to open my eyes while propping up my arms. Sadly, I was interrupted.
“I would not do that if I was you,” said a solemn and anxious voice. Who was that?
“Mm hmm,” was my only reply. My mind was still churning, trying to remember what had happened.
“Don’t sit up, it will only make the recent change worse.” the man replied normally now. His voice was hoarse but had a twinge of an Irish accent. It was hardly noticeable.
I managed to open my eyes and sucked up my surroundings. The room was gorgeous. It had a hardwood floor, which seemed like it had just been waxed. The walls were a light gray stone with borders of fresh painted pearl-white wood. There were four beds, two on both sides of the main room. One bed had a notebook on it, papers and books scattering it. The other was extremely neat and held no other interest. The one bed beside me had a light brown sweatshirt on it with a pile of books on the end table and a human looking lump underneath the covers. There was another door and a wall with a rectangular hole in it with a fridge, a stove, microwave along with other kitchen supplies. There was one more door which, I think, lead to the bathroom.
I slowly propped myself up but the man went to help me and I put my hand up.
“I’m pretty sure I can prop myself up, thank you though.” I said.
Then I remembered what had happened before coming here. Wherever here was.
Me and Griffin had fainted. But what the hell was a Calling day? And why was Gram's tattoo real? I needed explanations and I needed them now.
The man looked at me oddly, his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine. But his other eye, the right one, it wasn't brown. It was the color of a galaxy purple.
"Who are you?" I asked the strange man covered in scale tattoos.
He smiled goofily replying, "Who are you? I've always though that a useless question. No one truly knows who we are until we are laying on our death bed. That is just how the world works, lassie."
I blinked back at him, trying to figure out how to reply.
"Um, Nayleth. Nayleth Drequinn. You?"
His face contorted into the oddest of looks. Like he was processing something. He seemed surprised, jubilant and worried all at the same time.
Then a grin spread across his face, Elvis worthy.
"You must be so confused, eh? Well, this world, also known as Intermundos to the people here, is home to Metaphorms. We are natives to this world and we each have our own power. See these tattoos?" He told me while gesturing towards the ones that covered his skin. "They represent your powers in some way. There are Full-Bodied metas and Partial metas. Full-bodied metas have powers that are much stronger then Partials. Their tattoos cover their whole body, in chunks or one whole tattoo. Partials tattoos are normally constricted to one body part but others have the ability to train themselves that there tattoo will begin to grow. It will never get to the extent of a Full metas though.
"Full Metaphorms are known to hurt like all hell when changing from the dormant state. Full metas can be animals, fictional or real. They can also be something completely different like complete control all of the elements. Both eyes will change to your birth stone color but if you are a Full meta, one eye will stay the same mundane color like blue or brown." He smiled at me, his one amethyst eye glowing in the sunlight that drifted through the huge windows behind me.
"Oh, yes. Calling day. That is the day that you either obtain your birth right or not. That birth right being a meta. It's passed on by genetics and each generations power is similar to others but different in some way. I will explain more but do you have questions?"
My brain picked everything up like it was an old memory, nothing flying out the other side of my head. Everything seemed to process normally, my brain easily figuring out what everything meant with no extra explanation needed.
I sat on the bed, rubbing my temples.
Looking back up the man was staring at me, his brow furrowing.
"Why are you not panicking or whatnot? Why are you not having trouble comprehending any of this? I would love to know Miss. Drequinn." he told me, pure curiosity in his voice.
"I dunno. My brain just kinda made easy sense of it all. Like putting a puzzle together. It was like reading. Your eyes, in this case ears, puts the letters or sounds together and makes something more of it. A bigger piece of something. And why is everything so bright? The blue seems more...blue and the white more white then usual. Please explain." I asked the man in front of me, squinting to keep the abnormally bright colors from blinding me.
Then I could smell something sour and rotting. Like raw meat. The sound of pulses gave away that there was about ten or so people, all running as fast as they could from something. Soft chewing from a room, which was a few hundred feet down the hall, gave away that they person had a severe tooth ache while another one was throwing up cherry pie which smelled putrid.
I held my nose to keep the smells away and saw that I had a different change of clothes. A pair of black sweatpants adorned my legs while a Supernatural t-shirt hugged my upper half. The sleeves were short and it was rather odd, having short sleeves. I was not used to that. My hair was put in a loose bun and my bare feet were sporting a lovely pair of socks.
"I like the socks," I told the man in front of me, wiggling my toes. The socks were mainly teal, a handful of darker blobs also on the socks. These darker blue blobs were all Nessie the Lockness monster, each one of them wearing a pair of bright red socks.
"You like them? Oh, well I will need them back. They don't belong to me, you know." he told me, smiling again.
"No, no, no. I am keeping them now. I will hide them if need be." I couldn't help but smile back weakly.
"Good luck with that. Hiding things from me is rather difficult."
"Why?" I asked him. He grinned back and then his eye, his purple eye, began to glow.
His shoulders hunched together and his hands were spasming. Gasps were rapidly escaping his mouth while his blood was pumping faster then anyone else in the building. resting a shaking hand on the ground, he kept himself from falling over while his tattoos began to ripple like water.
I closed my ears, the sound of bones cracking and popping freaking me out on another level. I could here his skin tearing and stretching while his bones were bending and growing. The sound still got through my ears. Even with having covered my ears, the sound was as clear as before. My eyes were shut tightly too.
The sound stopped as quickly as it had come and with that my curiosity got the better of me.
It took a decent amount of will to not choke on my own air.
This man was well, not a man anymore. He was covered in popping purple sales. A patch was on his forehead, making it looked like a crown while some traced the muscles he had on his arms. The colors swirled like they were in Van Gogh's Starry Night Sky. Horns sat atop his head, one cracked right down the middle and both a midnight blue. A small accent of neon orange tipped the horns, glowing. Wings hung behind him, slightly spread as if to show them off. Lastly, a tail flickered back and forth behind him, the tip of it orange as well.
No sound would leave my mouth and I was even more confused then before. I think. Wait... was I? I can never tell.
"I am one of the few Full-metas still alive. Full metas are immortal but we can age whenever we please and if we do not want to, we can chose to not be immortal. Hmm, anything else? I know this may all seem confusing at first but you will adjust in due time, no? There is a whole lot more to this world like religion, territory, and things alike but you can learn about that later. For now I need you to head to the local pub to meet Zex, or Gram to you, so that she can introduce you to your main professor and roommates."
Nodding slowly in return was my only reply.
He stopped at the door, peaking his head around his large wings. "The names Mark by the way. I am the headmaster of this school. Most just call me H.M." and with that he left the room and I heard the rustle of covers beside me.
“Hey, Claric?” I said excitedly. His head was pounding as well, the rush of blood extremely loud.
“Yeah?” He said beginning to look up.
"The world has just been turned on its head and I thinks its for the better Griffin," I responded to him while he stared at me, eyes wide. "I really, really do."