I sneaked through human territory for about a year.

I learned a lot of things, one of them is the truth.

The truth is that humans play a game where only the nobles will win. When commoners are only infants they will be exposed to the gates of hell which crooks their minds and changes their bodys. That turns them to warmongering killjoys which might aswell be demons. Those... things have no kinship at all, yes they do mate however there's no bond between the mother or the father. The child is usually left at the hands of the 'handsome ones' a sellect few who do administrative work and actually run the place.

Sometimes a child can be 'born mighty' those mighty ones will be then raised by the mother. At the age of an infant those mighty ones are taken through the gates of hell.

So the only way a human child can feel being loved is either being born mighty or being born into a village to remote for the government to bother. That's why the people that live in the floating Fisher villages are considered a different race entirely, lesser human.

Over the year, my wind and pure mana pool both grew bigger and denser. I would be considered a storm rank mage since I made a breakthrough with the wind gate but I lack the offensive capabilities of one.

One day, ontop of a dead elf, I made the discovery that I can only take the mana pools of humans because of how my mistress has formed mine.

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Today I've made up my mind, I will cross the ocean.

I will cross the ocean to reach the sacred island of the blue moon.

Actually I made up my mind six months ago it's just that I needed a water elemental infused pool to really justify my journey there. After a lot of patient stalking later I grasped the perfect opportunity to strike and earn myself a flood rank.

So then you might be asking yourself: what are you doing spearfishing at a river then?

Easy, my destination is a moving island I'll need a salmons unique sixth sense of orientation to find it. However I'm sure the hardest part will be to convince them to teach me proper water magic.

Every day I grow more anxious about encountering my mistress again. Its gotten to the point where even a candle light can keep me awake. Not when I'm sure that I'm alone not when I'm sure even a celestial is unaware of my presence, never did I feel safe again. Its as if there's always the smell of smoke in the air.

Whenever I fell asleep I would have the same nightmare. A thousand molten arms forget me into a thousand things, beaten, whipped, cut, torn, boiled and burned into a thousand different things. Weapons, armor, clothing, materials, objects, furniture, jewellery, treasures and it would always end with that God forsaken ring. I never again took in the form of that ring again yet I can't get it out of my head.

A platinum serpent coiled around a mistresses finger presenting a ruby. For me it's the absolute show of submission.

I gritted my teeth.

Got one

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Dam, this feels weird.

It's like having eight new rights and lefts each. Goodness I can even feel on what altitude I am.

I decided to take on the form of a octopus because it fits me.

With a salmons sixth senses I always know where my destination is so I won't have to worry about getting lost in this abbys.