Magus Gravity - Chapter 5

I must have a power that attracts people in doing physical harm to me, but not that it completely matters as the world would still continue to spin even if I am not pestered by random strangers in a different world.

Opening my eyes to see that I am inside a white box that is changing ever so slightly and decaying into a more realistic colour, resembling a corridor that stretched out towards infinity. “Mr and Mrs Oakley” A woman appears in front of me, and I am now sitting on a bench within a lobby of ill people. My shoulder is grabbed and I am forced to stand up as my mother tells me to get ready. “Get ready for what?” I ask her as we follow the woman into a room.

“We shall see.” She replies and everything goes black for a minute before I am back in the same lobby, only by myself this time.

The sound of high heels approaching make me jump as I had figured I would be alone for a long time. I look up from the squeaky clean marble floor and see my mother approaching with disheveled hair and ruined makeup around her red eyes. The same woman from before was standing behind mother with a stern face as she watched us.

“What did the doctor say?” I prompted.

I remember now. I was tested and examined by a doctor who then told me to go back to the lobby so he could give the results of the examination to my mother, who has now come back with the news but not that it would matter as it wouldn’t change anything.

“Please, let me sit down first.” My mother told me as she walked past me without making eye contact.

I took a seat opposite her and waited until she decides to tell me everything. A tear dripped down her face before she made eye contact with me, but that just seemed to make her cry even more. Silently watching as my mother sobbed to herself, I saw a brochure that could pass my time on a seat next to mine, but before I could reach out and take it my hands were snatched up by mother’s strong grip.

“I know that anything I say right now won’t make any affect on you, but you have to know your sickness and how god has punished you.” My mother stated, her grip became tighter locking in my hands.

Her blue eyes darted about unsure of where to look, my eyes seem to not be an accommodating place. A tooth snuck outside her lips and clenched down on the squishy fat, the lipstick surrounding that area is ruined but she doesn’t pay it any heed. Her muscles slightly jolted backwards as she braced for something.

“According to the doctor, your emotions are extremely dampened to the point where...you are not even able to...” She said as tears fell down and landed on my knee, the ragged prisoner cloth soaked up barely any of it.

This is a dream.

My eyes open wide a second time and I am greeted to the real world. The dream was not one created by my imagination, but one created by my memories. There truly was a time that I visited a doctor and all I got in result were half-truths, since there is no way that the emotions I felt when I found out that this world is different were by no means “dampened” at all. They might have been enhanced instead.

The eyes begun to adjust to the different lights and atmosphere to reveal my naked torso covered in weird red tattoos, I shake my head and see the colour of my hair which tells me that I have not been placed into the shoes of a different person. I attempt to touch the tattoos but I could not as the rope restricted my movement and a spiky thread jabbed into my wrist instead, I felt blood drip down my hand.

“Oh! You still have that thing around your hands, I apologise.” A man said with a feminine voice, his long blue hair swayed in accordance with his movement and brushed lightly against my face as he bent down and freed my hands. The smell that he gave off was fragrant.

As soon as I felt one of my hands become free, his neck is instantly seized and I wrestle him to the floor. However, try as I might but I could not harm him in anyway even when I tried to smash his head off the ground since I just couldn’t find the strength to do anything. This was the chance I have been waiting for and now when it’s in my reach I fail to deliver.

His body, the chest and his clothes. They are beginning to rupture as I try to destroy this person in front of me using my psychic power, but just as the first sound of rupturing resounded the room, our positions were reversed and he held me in a submission lock. Luck was probably on my side at the start of the tussle, since my good arm was freed first but now...luck is gone and he has my arm placed in a position that with just only a twist would make that arm unusable for a while.

“I did not even sense your touch! What are you?” He asked me in a voice that held excitement, but shook his head in resignation instead.

He already knew that I wouldn’t give him an answer and he is slowly getting familiar with my personality, this is not good at all. I answered him to make me seem unreadable and make him flustered on how to describe my tendencies and traits. Even though by answering him I will be revealing a part of myself and giving it away, my only priority in this world is to survive but I do not believe I could do that if I keep angering people by not telling them what they want to hear.

“I am a human and also a mage.” I grunted through the submission hold.

My answer appeared adequate as he eased the tension entirely, almost like he had decided to give up placing strength behind his actions. Foolish mistake by the man himself if he thought that I would just lay on the ground and keep letting him sit on my back like that, although he is really light and it feels like there is only a feather on my back. I go to flick my leg into his back making him fall forward and headbutt me, the action made me strain my chest and I could feel my ribs grate against each other due to the pressure.

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“You really are a surprise aren’t you!” He shouted into my ear and then swiftly got off me and stood a meter away from me.

He then said something in a different language and the tattoos on my chest started glowing before burning my skin lightly, then ceasing instantly. However, I couldn’t move a muscle after that had happened. I just watched the man in front of me who no doubt was responsible for this, I attempted to speak but couldn’t.

He pranced around lightly around the room with a smile on his face, looking like a child after being praised from the parents, then quickly disappeared into a different room and began whistling in a mediocre tune. I could hear his steps lightly approaching, but couldn’t do anything about it. I willed the whole house to rupture into itself and all that happened was it created a small rumbling sound and I got an instant nosebleed.

He came back with a letter in his hands and didn’t even look at me at all as he proceeded to read out the letter aloud.

“This slave here blah blah placed in prison for actions against royal blood. His name is Yaeger Oakley and is a boy of sixteen years of age, proven by the Flura orb that was used a day after he had been received by Viscount Helminar. In the care and supervision of the Maid Bella, he was given food twice a day but never took a single bite, only mumbling a few indescribable words that are followed by acts of insanity, the boy was going to be placed in an institution after his sentence of forty years was going to be over but instead was turned into a slave by orders of the Viscount Helminar himself. Furthermore...” He had stopped reading aloud and I could see his eyes slowly tracing the letter, fully comprehending every single part of it.

He stopped reading and let his hand fall as he turned to look straight into my eyes, not diverting them in anyway. His watery eyes appeared to say something, but they are washed over as he declares using his mouth and gallantly striking a pose of stubbornness and forcefulness.

“Yaegar Starbow is your new name given to you by me your master, Tyrena Starbow. In this letter you seem to have went through unimaginable pain in your life, but I promise as long as I am here you won’t need to worry about a thing. Even though it is also stated that you have no will of your own, you still managed to fight against me. I expect the best from you, since you now belong to me physically and spiritually so you will need to do the best you can.” He points to his chest, indicating me about the tattoo that is on my chest that supposedly makes it official that I belong to him. He continues speaking after inhaling a breath.

“You will also need to be showered, dressed, prepared for the dungeon, trained to the point that I can bring you to my hometown. However, do not mistake me as a male adorning person, I am just excited to have my first familiar and also a Human slave.” He giggles before walking out the room after making hand gestures, granting me free movement.

Freeing my last hand that was stuck in the tied rope, I sprint after him and attack him with...I topple to the ground unmoving as he continues to giggle maniacally and comments about my inability to do anything.

“You would need the blessings of a hero to save you from this predicament Yaeger Starbow. Since only those monsters would be able to get out the slave-bind and free themselves, speaking of heroes!” He starts to prance around me with a smile on his face.

The guard that saved me from Big-Person is another complete facade just like every intelligent being.

“They are going to attempt the dungeon that I am currently doing in around a year's time. Out of 400+ stages I am only on the 20th one so I wonder how fast they will proceed, but surely...” He looks at me in expectation and his grin gets even larger.

“Yes! They say that with a group, dungeons are much easier to conquer. I have been only doing them by myself, but with you I am sure to reach stage 30!” He beams at me.

I struggle to make even a jitter of a movement under the “slave-bind” that keeps freezing me in place, like I feel like I am moving but then the next moment it seems like I am in the same position I was previously. In an infinite loop of being placed back in the same spot and forced to not move at all. Then it all shatters like glass and I am free again.

Knowing that attacking him doesn’t work, I only lower my head and follow his demands: “shower, clothes then food” He skips into a room, and I follow obediently after him.

Note: I know that sometimes the chapters are not up to standards and the quality largely depends on my mood, which I have discovered. However, know that I will keep writing chapters for this story since every chapter I post, I tell myself that I am improving. I don't think it would surprise you if I told you that I have only made edits to small typos in all the chapters and never really proofread since I can't really see a way to improve them at all after reading the chapters again. Hopefully I will be able to make improvements to my writing skills quicker. Also, I do acknowledge every comment that all of you make, but sometimes the things that are recommended are completely out of my reach if there is no guideline on how to "improve" or make the fiction much better.