13Damon lay on a bed, specially prepared for him.
He had been there for three days now, and still he had not seen anyone but Dex and Der. He was not ready, they had explained. The plane he was going to was very complex, and they were unsure as to whether he could handle being put in it so quickly. So they had put him in this special chamber, where every so often the complexity of the room would increase.
Soon enough it had already become much more complex than his own Home.
He toyed around with his glasses a bit, before taking them off and throwing them to the ground.
"There it goes again," He mumbled to himself, noticing the room's complexity had increased again.
He blinked, and tried to look up at the ceiling, but found he couldn't see it. He wasn't surprised by this.
After all, he had been blind since the moment he was born.
He concentrated, hoping his psychic powers would still work and allow him to see something. But this was in vain.
He was completely in the dark.
"I suppose they will find out my secret now," He half joked, though no one was there to hear.
He decided to stop thinking about his own blindness—in comparison to the other things going on, keeping his disability secret was insignificant.
The two fugitives. Dalix and… and…
And Dorcia.
His heart ached to think of it. How could she possibly be alive? He had killed her twice already, how many more times would he have to before she finally was gone? Would she just keep coming back, over and over, for the rest of eternity?
And then there was Dalix.
Who was he? Damon wasn't sure. Aside from the fact that Dalix was a criminal, Damon really didn't know anything. He hadn't yet been told what this man had done, nor what he was capable of. But it was clear that Dalix threatened more than one Universe, and that frightened Damon.
Soon enough, Damon heard a door open. There were footsteps, and then he heard Dex's voice. "Sir. You are ready now."
"I cannot see a thing, Dex."
"We are aware of that. We tried to find a way to fix it but were unsuccessful. I apologize. But I would be happy to be your eyes for you as you stay here."
Damon sat up. "Thank you."
Dex took Damon's hand, and helped him to his feet. He then led Damon out of the room, and down a hall.
Though he couldn't see, Damon could tell that there were many people around.
Dex whispered to him. "I ought to tell you—you are quite the celebrity around here. Compared to the others here, you are but a child, and yet have been able to maintain your universe quite nicely. You are well respected for this."
Damon looked around, trying vainly to see the crowds he was sure were there. "I see."
Damon heard footsteps approach, then a voice—female—spoke to him in a language he did not know.
"She says she admires you," Said Dex, "She says you are her hero."
The girl spoke again.
"And she says that your eyes are beautiful," Dex added.
Damon looked in the direction her voice had come from, hoping to be looking at her. "Thank you."
Dex quickly translated his words for the girl, and then Damon could hear the girl skip off from whence she had come.
They turned a corner, and Damon could feel the presence of many more people.
"Oh my," Said Dex, "It seems that everyone has come to see you."
"I suppose I should be flattered," Said Damon.
"Indeed," Came Dex's reply.
"We are in the Main Hall, now," Said Dex, "Mother's chamber is straight ahead, Sir."
"Mother? Is that her name?" Damon asked.
"She has no true name," Dex explained, "She told me once she never felt comfortable with any of the names she had given herself, so we all just call her Mother."
"I see."
Some footsteps came, and Dex spoke to the newcomer in another foreign tongue. Then an unfamiliar voice spoke back, and Dex spoke to Damon, "This is Dejjui. He is a Creator, like you. He has come from his own universe to meet you. He says that it is an honor to meet you."
"The honor is all mine," Damon replied.
Dejjui then gave Damon a small hug, and it was then that Damon noticed that Dejjui's body structure seemed vastly different from his own—it made sense, he supposed, that not everyone looked like humans in other universes.
Dejjui spoke again.
"He says he has seen pictures of your universe," Said Dex, "He says you are a true artist."
Dejjui spoke again.
"And he says that you should not fret over your eyes. No one is perfect."
"Thank you, sir," Damon replied.
Dejjui spoke some more, and then Damon could hear him leave.
"He has left. He said he did not wish to keep you from your important business with Mother," Dex told him.
Damon nodded, and they continued walking.
Soon enough they stopped, and Damon could hear the sound of Dex opening a door—from the sound of it, a very large door.
"From here you must go on your own, Lord," Said Dex, "Mother has requested to see you alone."
Damon nodded.
"I see."
And from there, Damon walked into the room. Immediately he heard the door close.
Damon looked up, not expecting to see anything.
But he did see something.
He saw… her.
His mother.
He was still blind, he still could not see anything else, but he could see HER.
He took a step forward. "M-Mother…?"
She nodded. "Greetings, Damon. It is good to see you."
Damon could feel tears at his eyes.
He had kept trying to prepare himself for this, but now that he was here, with his creator—his Mother—, he just couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.
"Mother," He said, keeping his voice steady, "Please inform me as to what has been going on."
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Moo!
Happy new years, everybody!
See, my resolution was to get more work done, so I got this chapter done as soon as I could.
That proves that I'm not gonna be completely useless! Right?
*dance*