It had been a week since he had lost Porridge.

Try as he might he could not find him and when he went to ask his boss what happened to the slaves he was told they were sent to a nearby construction project down south. He wanted to visit this place but could not find the time to do so. This only increases his worries and so in the event that Porridge tells the wrong things to the wrong people he decides to hide some of his stuff around the city. Though this increased his expenditures it was a worthwhile investment for his survival.

Even with all these preparations he was still getting more and more anxious, he eyed every movement in the port with suspicion and unable to focus started making many mistakes. This only made others focus on him, worried about their safety and the state of their most prized worker. However, to Isaiah, this worry only looked like suspicion on him as if they were trying to figure out some rumors circulating about him and so he began to associate less and less with his peers

That said, as it had been seven days since that happened and as of yet nothing had occurred, Isaiah was slowly relaxing and his mental state started to recover. From Koln and Sardis, there had been no suspicious activity and no unnatural movements from anyone that he believed might have some connection to the slave trade.

Thus he felt safe, he felt that either Porridge died or nobody believed him. Either way, it works well for him.

It was the afternoon, the sun was at its zenith and shined with all its might onto the pier below, the glistening heat was mirrored by the crystal waters below them, intensifying the afternoon warmth. Having finished lowering the box on the boat he then retreated underneath the shadow of a crane, except for high-ranking officers and himself all others were forced to continue working while under the heat, this was a perk of his rank.

Though there were some problems the week had also been filled with many upsides. His weekly salary was increased from 3,600 marks to 4,000 marks after a competing guild tried to scout him out and he had noticed that many of the upper management started treating him well.

Isaiah wiped the sweat off his brow, he was tempted to just throw away his clothes to allow his body to cool down but feared having his tattoo spotted. As he closed his eyes to calm his body, one of his superiors was slowly making his way over. Though he didn't notice him at first, when he called out to him his heart jumped,

"My master would like to speak to you, Herr Isaiah."

Isaiah was quickly on guard, as he prepared himself for combat, looking around he could see about 10 armed men patroling the area while 7 bronze-ranked adventurers worked alongside him, Isaiah knew that they weren't that dangerous but he wanted no surprises.

However, the merchant's next words made him feel embarrassed,

"The contract for the commission is ready, if you will.." The merchant added, and by this, Isaiah calmed,

"I see... Will I see him now?"

"Yes... If you must, please."

Isaiah felt hesitant, for one thing, there was Porridge but if he showed signs of anxiety here they might feel suspicious, especially more so if their purpose was really to just give him a contract. He looked at his eyes and found something strange about his look but couldn't figure out what, the merchant was perhaps just jealous of his promotion or something. He nodded to the merchant to lead the way and followed after,

They entered into a large building that bore the name Britannica in bold font. The building was three stories tall with a large open space on its first floor. Many merchants lined the counters whilst boxes and crates of all sizes were placed in different areas while carts lined up the sides unloading or loading goods. They went past this busy floor and into a stairway the second floor was much more calmer as stacks of papers and books filled the many shelves. They continued to climb up the stairs until they reached the third floor and he was told to enter through an imposing double door. Inside was a spacious study corner with books and papers lined up on the shelves whilst a globe graced the massive dark desk in the middle. Behind the desk sat a man with grey hair yet one whose face was too young for such a color, he was busy pondering on a paper, scratching his head every now and then before looking up, upon recognizing Isaiah he gave a smile,

"Sir Isaiah..." He called out before he could introduce himself, then he gestured for the other merchant to come in, "Forgive me, but I speak little Corsican. He will translate for us." He then began speaking in a foreign language that felt familiar.

"My master would like to congratulate you on your successful work with us so far."

"Oh." Isaiah's brows raised as a smile floated on his lips,

"My master would like to thank you for your service, you have tremendously helped our trade, and would like for you to continue working with us."

"As long as I get paid, I don't mind," Isaiah replied and their merchant translated,

"Ah, that is so... There is nothing to worry about then, the Britannica Guild would have preferred if you joined its ranks as an employee but we are more than happy to pay those who are of great service to us, my master would like to once more convince you in joining us officially, we can assure you higher wages and salaries including a chance for promotion."

"Sadly, no, I prefer being an adventurer than a merchant."

"I see, well I will not force you if you do not wish, there are indeed times when I too regret my position as general manager of Sardis, you have very little time to spend your salary now. That said, I do hope that the pay was great, yes?"

"Indeed so."

"Now then..." The master then gestured to the merchant to take something and presented it to Isaiah, "This will be the terms of our new contract, starting from now you are a commissioned adventurer for the Britannica Guild..."

The contents of the new contract were as follows.

He would still receive the same pay as he did now, but as a commissioned adventurer he could now choose the companies' even more lucrative routes which offered more pay. Plus for every docking, he would receive a hefty 500-mark bonus as well. In other words, his salary of 4,000 marks per trip would be increased to 5,000 marks, as they would dock twice. There were other perks and bonuses of course, but that was the gist of it.

Isaiah smiled as he picked up the pen and proceeded to sign, but before he could put ink onto the paper, the guild master held his hand,

"Before you do that... There is something that is concerning, regarding you..."

Isaiah felt his heart drop, his face betrayed his thoughts as the man's eyes turned wide,

"Whatever do you mean." Isaiah tried to play it off but then the door opened behind him,

"A little bird told us about something disturbing... Hence our hands are tied on this matter."

Isaiah turned around,

"Greetings Isaiah Peter Dragovitch..." A tall, huge man entered the room alongside four others, he had a wide grin as he lowered his hat, "You're smaller than I thought, how did you do THAT then."

"You are?"

"Oh... Sorry, sorry..." He then folded his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a black hand with the index finger up, "You know, we were hired to protect a certain someone, to protect his wares and goods on a certain place known as Eisansurburg."

Gulp...

Isaiah took a step back and looked at the guild master, "I don't know who these guys are, what are they doing here?"

"A certain Isaiah Peter Dragovitch, with a powerful magical ability, the ability to seemingly control just about anything escaped our confines, killing one of our fingers... You know, we at the Black Hand ain't just gonna sit back, especially after what you did to our reputation. Then we heard that amongst the Britanica's men, there lies someone who fit such description, so of course we had to go and check..."

"I am sorry, Isaiah, but there is nothing we can do about this matter." The merchant translated the guild master's words.

"Nothing!? Like... That ain't true, I am not an escaped slave."

"Then would you kindly show the tattoo on your chest?" One of the four grinned as he pointed at his body, and then without warning a small burst of air escaped his fingers striking Isaiah in his chest, though the pain was minimal, it did create a hole big enough to reveal the ugly mark, "Looks like it says otherwise."

"Look..." Isaiah gulped, he held onto the hilt of his sword, "I don't want to get to this point."

"Oho... So that's how it's gonna be... That said, I would prefer a more aggressive slave." The man took out his axe and prepared for combat, his four underlings followed suit with their weapons. Though they acted arrogantly, they were fully aware of who they were fighting against, especially since this man just killed one of their comrades, their best assassin no less, and even fought toe-to-toe against one of the world's greatest fighting forces, a diamond ranker.

And so, they were ready to fight for their lives. Their gear was specially made to counter magicians and they even trained for any struggle knowing full well who they were up against. They even had their men and the city's garrison waiting outside just in case, sure the operation was costly but they were not playing around. The wind user among them activated his skill, [Green Eyes] which allowed him to see the movement of mana in the air, their opponent was a powerful mage and so he needed to be ready to react to any sudden attacks.

'None so far...' He thought as he gripped a small yellow and black ball in his pocket, 'Good.'

"Please let us refrain from using violence." The merchant quickly went into their midst, "There is no need to fight."

"I... I can negotiate." Isaiah turned to the guild master, "I can work harder, you guys need me after all."

"Wh-"

"My powers allow for quicker loading and unloading of goods, I am sure that-"

"Oho, is this a crime I am seeing, it would be a shame if the lord heard of this now, wouldn't it? Herr Carmo?"

Carmo turned to the man before looking at Isaiah, having made his decision, "Thank you, Herr Isaiah, you were of most help to us but as of now, we have no choice but to follow the laws."

"I can negotiate, I am willing to take in lower pay, I can work harder, I can-"

"That is enough..."

"But... But I thought your guild is the best, the most powerful and all."

"It is the law. We were never aware you're an escaped slave."

"But..." Isaiah stared dejectedly at the guildmaster, "You guys..."

"Please it is for the greater good."

"..."

Abandoned.

He had feared this outcome back then, fearing that the guild might abandon him but he never really considered it too seriously. After all, he did have unique powers, who wouldn't want to use those for their advantage? Yet here he was, thrown away the moment some kind of trouble appeared.

"You guys used me."

"That is enough, come with us quietly."

"You guys, you guys are pathetic."

"You never told us this situation of yours, you're the one who used us."

He wasn't sure who these people were in the back, but if the guildmaster told him to he would gladly kill these slavers. Yet he didn't, instead, he told him to follow them.

'Was the guild this weak?'

He wondered,

'Did I join a group of weaklings?'

Suddenly he hated it, he hated the weak. The incapable, those who would kowtow the moment you force them. Worse still, they were quite proud of their capabilities, stating just how powerful the guild was and boasting about its glory and yet this was the limit?

They were all talk and no bite...

To think they couldn't even protect their most valuable asset, or perhaps they didn't even think of him as their most valuable asset.

Weak and blind.

The worst of their kind.

"Herr Isaiah..." The merchant was the first to notice a change in Isaiah, his head began to ache from some unknown force,

The wind mage quickly reacted upon noticing the change.

"Get down!" He shouted, but for some weird reason, his voice did not escape his lips, unbeknownst to him all air in the room had just disappeared as it began to swirl violently around Isaiah as it suddenly expanded like an explosion. In an instant, the entire room exploded into bits and pieces, the force was so strong that not even the members of black hand could stand as they flew all across the room. The merchant died instantly while Carmo was drowning in his blood, with no hope of survival.

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It was utter chaos.

Black Hand agents who had positioned themselves around the building were blown away too, their formation blasted to pieces. The people around began running in all directions hampering the survivors' attempts to reform their positions. Shouts and orders were thrown as the group tried to establish discipline but then their mouths turned silent as the smoke dissipated and Isaiah's figure emerged.

"We're taking over..." The captain of the town's guard shoved the Black Hand agents away as they surrounded the man "We are the guards of the City of Sardis, halt you criminal scum!" They locked him in from all sides, their shields facing him like a wall while spears protruded out from openings within, however, Isaiah wasn't daunted, instead he grinned,

"This? Is not enough."

Isaiah reached his hand out towards the guards, and in that instant, a force so powerful blew them out of their ranks.

"What the!"

"How did he!"

"Monster!"

The remaining guards quickly charged but were instantly met with the same force that blew away their allies. In less than ten seconds, 30 of the guards were blown away and seven were knocked out cold. The Black Hand quickly attacked but they too met the same fate, their numbers dwindling the leader of the group gripped his axe tightly,

"That's it, this bitch... Don't blame me if you die!"

His eyes turned blue and his body burned red, he activated his skills and charged at Isaiah like a truck barreling at full speed. However his attack was stopped with but a swipe of his hand he was suddenly knocked to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth as his face took a durability test to the concrete below. Their wind-user quickly threw the ball at Isaiah which exploded into dust. Isaiah instantly noticed that something horrible was going to happen if he inhaled it and so created a gust to throw it off him. Seeing him distracted, the others prepared to attack but when Isaiah turned his attention towards them they were instantly blown away.

"Aaaah!" A soldier ran as quickly as he could and struck with his spear, Isaiah threw himself to the right and crashed into the ground, at this point the soldiers leaped at Isaiah covering him with their bodies. But before he could be choked out, another gust of wind blew them all away. It was here that adventurers started arriving, having been alerted by the explosion which happened. They were quick to react as the moment they arrived a female mage threw balls of fire at Isaiah's way this was followed by them quickly getting into formation,

However, the fireballs did not hit their target as they paused mid-air,

"Woah!"

"Never mind that, attack!" Their tank charged forth with her massive shield, and she was closely followed by a spear-wielding adventurer. Isaiah raised his hand.

But instead of the intended effect in which both would be stopped in their tracks, what happened instead is that Isaiah's mouth spilled out blood, the knight moved quicker than he could react, her thick shield smashing itself at his head. Isaiah fell back, but before he could recover the spearman struck with his weapon hitting Isaiah by the thigh,

"Aah!" Isaiah yelled as the spearman kicked him in the stomach. Without giving him time to rest the mage launched a flurry of fireballs. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Isaiah scrambled and leaped towards the river, the burning pain in his leg kept him from swimming properly but knowing that he might die he forced himself to swim,

Splash!

'Are you kidding me!' Isaiah looked back only to find the tank and the spearman followed after him, even underwater. 'Fuck off!' A powerful stream of high-pressure water erupted from Isaiah's hands and blew both out of the river. But this forced Isaiah to resurface, there, the guards were waiting.

"Loose!"

"Shit."

Arrows rained down from above as Isaiah dived back down, swimming was never a part of his forte so he not only struggled to move under the waters but also began to panic as his oxygen ran out. Knowing that time was no longer in his favor, he quickly hatched a plan. Surfacing, he directed all his energies into controlling the river throwing them at his foes waiting at the port. The water rose and crashed into the soldiers but was too weak to go any further, Isaiah felt exhausted after unleashing such a move, that it had achieved his objective of throwing them away.

He spun around and got out of the water before running as fast as he could, some of the fleet-footed men chased after him but the disorganized guards were easy pickings for his attacks. He continued to run straight into the city going straight as much as he could to find where the exit was.

"Oh..." He quickly turned into a corner after he found fully armed soldiers waiting for him in the streets, however, even on the small road soldiers were waiting. Raising his hand, a mighty gust of wind knocked out the few that waited whilst soldiers from behind began to chase.

Isaiah continued to run, but by now exhaustion caught up. His foot started to slow down and soon it gave up. He fell to the ground, panting very hard as sweat coursed his brow. There soldiers began to converge around him. Isaiah unleashed every ounce of mana in his body to fight back, using electricity he managed to bring down those few who tried to strike him down, but the soldiers still held firm.

"Let me through!" The blonde spear man shouted as he gripped his spear, upon seeing Isaiah he squinted his eyes and then charged.

Isaiah took out his sword in an attempt to parry his spear, but against a skilled user, he stood no chance. His sword was thrown away in an instant and the adventurer prepared his second strike. Isaiah quickly flicked his hand, blowing him away but he didn't notice the adventurer's companion who was just behind. Seizing the opportunity she lunged at Isaiah, pinning him to the ground, then she raised her gauntlets. A faint white light appeared and Isaiah covered his face before the charged hand struck down at him.

It felt as if it was encased in concrete, Isaiah's right arm made a cracking noise as stinging pain bit through his shoulders to his neck. The lady is once more prepared to strike and by this point Isaiah thought all was over, his right arm was practically dead and his left arm bruised and battered. But rather than faint when the punch landed Isaiah only felt pain, for some reason not enough power was charged on her attack and he managed to live through.

Not wasting the moment, Isaiah swept his arm causing a pillar made of the same material as the road beneath to strike her from her hip, blowing her away. The soldiers were quick to attack but before they could surround him, Isaiah raised a wall just in front, blocking their path. With the coast now clear, Isaiah limped away, being watched by the citizens who had hidden themselves. Isaiah limped as quickly as he could, zigzagging until he reached the gates.

Seeing an injured man they were confused as to how to react, some wished to help and thus called for a medic, but upon seeing the city's guard chasing after him they quickly formed a defensive line, however, this did not work as Isaiah simply blew them away before limping out unscathed. Outside, the many people waiting their turn to enter the city dispersed in a panic, and a stampede formed as many tried to flee from the explosion, this allowed Isaiah to blend in but because of the chaos, he was in danger of being trampled.

"Shit stop!"

Someone stepped on Isaiah's foot causing him to fall, another struck him by the head as she fled knocking Isaiah to the ground. He curled up, taking every abuse imaginable until things calmed down in his area, however, the soldiers who were chasing him found their target and started to run.

"Stop... Stop him!"

Isaiah stood up, though he fell thrice during the process, nonetheless using his magic he supported his injured leg as he walked as quickly as he could. He bit his lips as hard as he could to numb himself from the pain in his lower body, he ignored going on the offense and just ran as fast as he physically could, the crowd was still stampeding around, he had hoped to use that as a smokescreen,

That said before he could rejoin the mob, however...

Bang!

A fusseiler fired his rifle, followed by another, soon an entire volley was fired into the crowd, killing two and injuring a dozen. At once the people went to hide, running in all directions once more as they sought shelter. Isaiah froze as he heard the volley but quickly got to his wits and tried to leave, but by this point, he was surrounded, it was hard to miss a heavily injured, limping man after all.

Guns were pointed at him from all sides, as the fusseiler cocked their muskets. To their sides long spears were pointed at Isaiah, he knew that there was no way he could escape this cage, thus he decided to fight.

"Fire!"

Twack, thrack, bang!

Steel bullets flew in his direction as Isaiah vertically raised a mound of dirt to protect him. Then like a tsunami, the mound moved forward at high speeds downing many of the fusseilers. Soldiers quickly took their spots and attacked him, with his free left hand he began to swipe around erratically, though they attacked with caution it didn't matter, Isaiah was easily taking them all on.

That said, Isaiah was getting tired, he had already used much of his mana.

Like a wild beast, he continued moving around, making sure that the soldiers were always within his sight. Some soldiers tried to attack but a simple swipe would blow them away, more guns fired but they would either miss or get blocked,

"Stop his arms, remove it! That man is useless without his magic."

Their officer shouted and at once soldiers from all sides attacked, Isaiah managed to blow away all save for one who managed to hold Isaiah's left arm and pull as hard as he could. Isaiah tried to fight back, but the tug-of-war pulled his arm, causing a wave of pain coursing through his spine all the way to his forehead.

Panicking, Isaiah tried to run away but his leg failed him and he fell. The guards quickly took this opportunity to attack, thinking that without his arms Isaiah couldn't use his magic. However this was a mistake, Isaiah had first thought the same but in a panic he wished these soldiers dead and instantly the soldier's body was lifted away from him and their throats crushed. Isaiah's eyes froze as he saw what happened,

One

Two

Three

More and more soldiers were lifted to the ground and fell limp, this was the breaking point for the guards. Their officers tried to regain morale but it was no use as Isaiah was too much for them, even injured he was still superior, and seeing that he was trying to escape the soldiers decided to let him escape rather than corner a powerful opponent, that there was no way to break the stalemate and not wanting to sacrifice themselves to their soulless lord they quickly broke ranks and retreated. Isaiah was shocked at the deaths of dozens but seeing them breaking their ranks he decided to swallow up his shock and run the opposite way.

Isaiah continued along the forest, pulling his bad leg with him as he tried to escape his mind was filled with horror for the dead men but at the same time, he knew he had no other choice. He kept on going, for how long he limped he couldn't remember, but after a while, he felt his strength escape his warm body, he leaned over to a nearby tree to catch his breath as he calmed his heavily beating heart he suddenly felt the presence of something, someone, powerful. Looking up, there was a creature standing a few meters away from him, an almost humanoid being in shape bearing a large egg-shaped head and a wide smile on his thin black lips, large blue elongated eyes dominated its featureless face, a long tail hung from behind giving it a reptilian look.

Isaiah remembered that predators had their eyes in front of their faces, quickly he took up a stance and prepared to fight to launch a powerful lightning strike that used up a chunk of his mana, he had hoped that one hit would seal the deal, but in a shocking twist-of-events the thunder somehow bent sideways the moment it hit the creature.

'Immune?' He wondered, however when he blinked the creature was suddenly right in front of him, so close they were that his nose could feel it's nose.

The pressure of its unblinking eyes and large size began to suffocate Isaiah, having close to zero mana and a body filled with injuries and bruises this was too much. Isaiah's will to live was suddenly dropping as his face turned whiter and whiter, soon he succumbed to the pressure and collapsed, his eyes rolling upwards as he fell to the ground. His last memory was that creature giving him a wide smile.

...

"There is something special about these flowers you know?"

By the time Isaiah came to be, he found himself standing alongside an old man wearing a long white gown. From his surroundings, he could see they were in a rich man's garden. The old man's rough fingers caressed the pinkish-yellow petals of a flower, his eyes filled with admiration as he continued.

"That is because these take five years to grow, but once they bloom they best others in their beauty."

Isaiah's eyes glowed as he watched the flowers over in the distance, they were indeed beautiful. Their pinkish-white petals shined like rainbows. The old man then turned him,

"So there is no need for you to worry about yourself, just like the flower, patience is all it needs, patience is all we need and one day your destiny will reveal itself to you... So why hurry Isaiah? Why hurry?"

Out of nowhere smoke came out of his mouth as his voice suddenly died down, the smoke rapidly consumed his vision and soon he was surrounded by a thick blanket of white clouds clogging his lungs, the smoke strangely becoming real.

Cough cough!

He exhaled violently, his body being deprived of oxygen as he opened his eyes and coughed again,

Cough cough! "What th..". Cough!

Wheezing he looked around and found himself now surrounded by a sea of trees in all directions. The smoke it seemed came from an iron pot that was boiling not too far from him, from there he could smell its contents as some kind of stew, that said though it was true that he was surprised at his current location he was more shocked after he saw this huge orange creature that sat close to the pot, its large hands stirring a rather small spoon.

Its weird appearance however did not alarm Isaiah for some reason, as the creature looked rather cute and harmless, like a certain fire-tail lizard he knew. However, it wasn't the alien design of this creature that shocked Isaiah the most it was rather the fact that this lizard or sorts had appeared to him multiple times. The first being when he first came to be, before he woke up in a carriage he remembered seeing something that resembled it talking to him.

"You..."

"You've been asleep for two hours, I thought you wouldn't wake up anymore." A white dot appeared in its eyes as it looked at him,

"..." Isaiah became guarded, he was seeing something he had never seen before. He may be in a new world but this creature resembled not a single animal he had seen nor expected to see 'No wait, is that even an animal?' Isaiah paused, he wasn't sure anymore, maybe it was the translation skill that only translated one language that was now messing with his mind. 'Or perhaps,' The face of the pink-haired fox-girl appeared before his mind, 'People like her exist, so there must be those who no longer resemble humans, maybe they know English properly but call it differently.'

The creature looked back at him and repeated himself, thinking that he might have not heard him the first time it repeated itself

"You've been asleep for two hours, I thought you wouldn't wake up anymore."

"No... Wait...."

"Hmm?"

"Never mind." Isaiah looked around, "I'd like to thank you then for what you did."

"No problem." The creature smiled,

Isaiah sighed, he wasn't sure if this creature harbored any ill intentions as its blank face was rather hard to read. But right now he was more worried about the soldiers chasing him from behind. "Where... Where are w-"

"Aaah, that should be good." Maybe because his voice was weak the creature did not hear him as he poured some of the stew into a bowl, "Hope you don't mind."

"Ah no, not really." Isaiah watched as the creature filled two bowls of the brown stew when suddenly he felt air brush past him, there a bowl appeared right in front of him. He stared at the light-brown soup filled with carrots, potatoes, and beans as well as chunks of meat, bigger chunks than the one served at him in those expensive inns, as soon as the smell wafted onto his nose his stomach grumbled, Isaiah did his best to cover those growls as he was still suspicious.

"You are not eating?" The creature tilted its head,

"No... Like,"

"Don't worry it's not poisoned," It then wolfed down an entire bowl in a very messy manner, "Hmmm... As I thought sprite doesn't make it good huh? It worked with chicken soup, ah maybe stroganoffs need more."

"Sprite?"

'Did he just say sprite?' As Isaiah was double guessing whether or not to eat the soup he had just heard of a word that he never thought would come from a native of this planet. 'No wait, sprite can mean many things.' Or so he thought but when he looked back at the creature he saw in its hands a green glass bottle with the words Sprite imprinted in bold font, he had seen that bottle many times back on Earth and yet he was seeing it now.

"You never had Sprite before?" The creature asked as it opened the chill bottle and poured it into the soup, "Strange, the cola company has been in the Phi- Oh, I see... You're a Pepsi kind of guy are you?" It nodded and grinned, "I get it, I get it, I prefer Mountain Dew better but this the only one they got so no nothing much I can do."

"Wait hold on? Did you just say Mountain Dew as well?"

"Yeah? Why so shocked, never seen one before as well?"

"I mean, like, err where did you get that?" Isaiah pointed at the bottle of Sprite,

"I bought it,"

"Where?"

"I don't know. The store had a massive SMART sign though, didn't read the name. Got it for like 53 pesos."

'53, you got scammed!' "No, no, like how did you get that?"

"I bought it???"

"But we are not on earth... So how did you bring that here?"

"I brought it here?"

"How!?"

"I could fly faster than light, it's only a few, no, like some hours hop from earth to here. The cold vacuum of space chills the drink just right and entering the atmosphere defrost it producing a rather unique flavor, to be honest."

"No like, wait what? I am so confused." Isaiah began to rub his head as he tried to make sense of what he had just said,

"What is there to be confused about?"

"Cause... I am from Earth."

"I know that."

"You-you do?" He was taken aback by that response

"Yep, I mean, I brought you guys here after all. So of course I know you're from Earth."

Isaiah's eyes turned wide when he heard that.

"You brought me here?"

"Yep... You guys were drowning in that airplane so I took you all out and brought you here, then handed you over to the church and revived you all."

"Wha-" Isaiah's mind slows down as he tries to assess the information brought to him, "You brought me, no wait, what do you mean 'you guys' also I didn't wake up in a church though?"

"You didn't?"

"Yeah, when I woke up I was in a carriage heading for the mansion where slaves are sold."

Silence,

There was nothing but silence as the creature looked at Isaiah with such interest, and like that, a few seconds passed in awkward silence,

"Ohhh..." The creature nodded, "I see... I must have mistaken you for someone else,"

"But my plane did crash before I got here,"

"Plenty of planes crash mate."

"So how did I get here?"

"I brought you here."

"Just me? What about my friends a-and my classmates and all those passengers?"

The creature hesitated for a while before nodding, "Just you."

"Right... So who are you then?"

The creature did not reply instead it only pointed up, Isaiah turned his eyes upwards and then his eyes turned wide...