“Sure but can you tell me why?”

  He tilts his head then looks at me for a few seconds.

  “Because she’s not a Myer? Anyways, how can I repay you for helping me? I’d like to meet in person if possible and likewise, would like it if you answered some questions regarding this golem. Like how is it capable of moving so smoothly. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of dey and not only that but how is it moving? Autonomously or ared you controlling it from a distance?”

  Hmmm. How should I answer? I don’t know how people would respond to a sentient golem. For now, at least I should be honest. He owes me so he shouldn’t do anything bad.

  “You already met me in person, i’m from another world and took over this golem. I need a pce to stay while I learn more about where I am and some clothes so I’d appreciate it if you helped.”

  Silence.

  Just as I’m about to break it he shoots up, leaning towards me with a wild curiosity shining in his oddly expressive face. Loudly he screams out, someone audibly falling outside the door as he speaks. Was someone listening in? No I heard gss shatter, they were probably just passing by.

  “What’s your name?!”

  “Alex. Now can you please quiet down.”

  Another round of silence ensues, the curiosity in his eyes weakening as his eyes grow serious.

  “That’s…okay I’ll let you stay at my home as long as you want. I just ask that you let me test some things, I need to confirm whether you really are the holy father or not. We can actually do our first test right now actually. Please bring your hand over to me.

  Test? Considering he hasn’t done anything to hurt me I should be safe.

  As soon as I move my hand to him he cautiously grabs one of my fingers and squeezes as hard as he can. Despite his muscles buldinging and his face tightening up Im completely undamaged. Before I can even process what he just tried to do he starts to pull one of my fingers against the joint and…snaps it off?

  “The fuck kinda test is this?”

  Before I can back away he puts the finger back on the damaged joint. Silently the damaged area melts like putty and reattaches, looking good as new after a second. While I stare at my hand, moving it closer to my face and pying with the finger that should be torn off Moira leans back and looks up, a look of near overwhelming excitement taking over his still weirdly expressive face. Just as I’m about to ask him a question the doctor walks in. His clothes are white, looking somewhat like an earth doctor’s outfit. Though, they’ve been altered to fit his body and it seems to be made from some kind of animal skin. His hands are also covered by something that looks like gloves, only his nails and head being uncovered.

  “May we resume treatment mister Moira?”

  “Ah, yes, please continue.”

  He nods and puts his hands near the wounded areas. Moira leans back in response, closing his eyes and rexing. The veins in his hands start to glow a weak red. As the brightness reaches its peak, the veins become completely visible. Green gel starts to appear in front of his hands, moving onto and into Moira’s wounds.

  Silently I watch as the doctor removes bandages, applying more gel to Moira’s wounds causing them to visibly close up and heal. After a few breaks Moira’s completely healed. As we check out I notice Moira isn’t asked to pay, instead he's not too subtly being flirted with by the receptionist. He completely ignores her, his face stiff and expressionless. Stepping outside we see the moons risen and the streets have emptied.

  “So, before I show you to my home I need to eat something.”

  With a small smile he shyly scratches the back of his head and grabs his stomach.

  “We’ll have to go to the outskirts. Well, not really I just really like the food the pure-bloods serve. They really know how to mix spices.”

  “Pure-bloods? Weren’t your people called beastmen?”

  Stillness

  Suddenly a near violent rage fills Moiras eyes. Slowly he turns and stares at me. For a few seconds he thinks, choosing his words wisely. With the blue moon shining a gentle curtain on us a strong wind blows. After a few tense seconds he speaks.

  “Don’t use that word. I know you're the allfather so I will allow it this time but for future reference we go by Lycans. That word was used in the human lycan war as an unfortunately effective propaganda against my people. We look like beast’s, we give birth to beast’s, and even our most human are beastly. Now come one, I need food even more now.”

  Another round of silence.

  “So…can I rip off your arm and see if it goes back on?”

  “I'm sorry, can you say that again?”

  “It didn’t look like it hurt when I bent your finger off so it should be okay right? Please? I’ll give you lots of dia!”

  “...No.”

  I ignore Moiras exaggerated slump and continue walking. After leading me for a few minutes we arrive at the outskirts. The tips of the metal poles light up right as the night gets its darkest. A crowd of people busily walk around the bazaar, comparing prices and talking. The stalls hold a lively energy as the moonlight and pole light add a gentle light to an energetic atmosphere. The people are all pure bloods but the occasional stall owner looks like they come from the city center. Despite the differences between stall owners each one is accompanied by one or two golems.

  With a smile Moira walks to a near empty stall and offers the owner a handshake. Just like Moira he’s a mix of human and lizard. His stall is rger than the rest, more like a small restaurant than anything. Weirdly enough it’s empty. The golems at his stall seem to be a higher quality than the rest too. After asking for the usual Moira’s passed…twenty antarath kebabs, three ptes of mb shawarma, a jug of cactus tea, five ptes of bakva, and three ptes of something called tabouleh.

  I wonder how a mb lycan would react to his order?

  “I swear without your mighty stomach I’d still be on the streets begging for dia. Have an extra pte of bakva, no charge.”

  “Thank you!”

  Before we can even sit down Moira’s already eaten three kebabs. It’s amazing seeing him bite down so hard on those thin sticks and somehow not break them. Despite how much food he fits into his mouth he eats slowly, taking his time to chew. While he grabs the food with his bare hands he tries to talk with me in between bites.

  “So tell me, how much do you actually know? I don’t want you to get broken down because you accidentally said the wrong thing again.”

  “I don’t even know what year it is, let alone anything about your culture. Anything else I should avoid saying or doing?”

  “Just call us lycans and don’t compare us to other species and there won’t be any problems. Anything can usually be resolved by saying you're unfamiliar with our specific culture. Offer us a meal and you’ll make quick friends too. Just don't offer alcohol or bring up bio-golemancy.”

  “Bio-golemancy?”

  “Bodily enhancements using golemancy. Oh, you probably don’t know, do you? Golemancy has really changed since a thousand years ago. Now it’s more a mix of mechanical and magical compared to how golems were purely magical in the past.”

  “....Say that again please?”

  “Golemancy ha-”

  “Moira. What year is it?”

  I lean forward, an unspeakable seriousness overtaking my voice. Even without a face I’m sure Moira can tell exactly what I’m feeling. For a split second I see fear. Loudly, he gulps, swallowing what was in his mouth without chewing.

  “Three thousand?”

  “...fuck.”

  This just became a new world in a new sense. What do I do? None of the pces I intended to visit should still be around let alone the people…god so many must've died. What about Albert’s dream? Or Shwali’s inventions? What about the goblin folk’s rights? Fuck fuck fuck what do I do.

  As I begin to visibly shake Moira looks at me, then looks at his food. He leans closer and whispers.

  “Hey. Original golems could eat right? Want some?”

  Suddenly, the body i’m in becomes much clearer. Am I real? It’s all wood, no pain and no touch or warmth. A doll…wait…yeah a doll. This body may not be me but I exist, the memories i’ve lived are proof. There’s no lie to my past…a long long past.

  “That's..I don’t know what’s happening Alex but I’ll try to help if you let me. Maybe you can see the Myer’s Guildship.”

  Another world…his world…his guild.

  “Do for others as you did for me huh. How when the other’s are gone.”

  I remember that first night again. I remember my face when I woke up and the dream ended. I can feel it. This body, it’s mine. It’s his. Moira looks on as I feel my face move. No, it melts. I can feel it. My skin is wood, my bones are wood, and my face is wood but my soul is my own. It’s a chance I’ve been given to fix my mistakes. Grabbing the spoon I move it closer as my face starts to take shape. Within seconds my face is back. My eyes are wood. My lips are wood. My tongue is wood. The food taste delicious. It hurts so bad. So unbeliavebly bad.

  “I’m fine. Yeah, let’s go to that guild when w-”

  “Damn it pure-blood! How many times must you steal! And why not steal from your own!”

  Suddenly a booming voice overtakes the bazaar. A little girl lies on the ground. Her appearance is mostly human, the scales on her face, arms, and legs give away her in human nature. Lookin up with her hazelnut lizard-like eyes she gazes as two massive ogre golems tower over her. The other pure bloods look on in awkwardness. Between the two golems a mixed man stands above her, gring at her.

  Without hesitation I stand up and start walking to the girl

  “Moira, screw any other favors. Save the girl and I'll even let you lop my arm off.”

  Do for others as you did for me…that starts now.

  Spoopytagedie