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Chapter 4 by Iam_DickMan Iam_DickMan

Who the hell was that?

It’s pronounced “A-wear-ah”

She repeated herself. “Yes, I’m late, I get it. We were supposed to do this before you arrived not in a dungy prison cell.” She huffed at you, placing her fists against her hips. You looked her over again from the cheap mattress. She had long chestnut hair done up in two waist length pigtails, a red jacket with her sleeves pushed up to her elbows over a black tank top and a short matching skirt that rested gently against her thighs. Tying the outfit together she wore tall sneakers, with even taller socks.

“You’re … wait you’re the goddess of this world, aren’t you?” You ask. This was more like it. You knew that you were supposed to get something cool that would make you overpowered. “You brought me here, right?” She sighed, “No, actually. But people from your world keep showing up here and giving the local’s knowledge of your world. The resulting technological advancements made in conjunction with magic let them overpower the armies of evil once and for all. The summoning was enacted eons ago, but sure as rain it plops out one outworlder every year like clockwork.” She looked annoyed. “Nobody seems to know how to turn the damn thing off. I used to be the one who guided heroes to great destiny but now I just offer steady employment.” A bit of sadness. “Anyways since I was late and didn’t orient you properly and somehow you already got yourself in trouble. I’ll make it up to you.”

She sighed again. “I’m going to have a headache for weeks so don’t even think about calling me for more help after this, K?” She huffed again and took a series of rapid breaths dancing on her feet like a boxer, shaking her hands in an effort to loosen her joints. “Wait, what?” She stops, pushing one hand out towards you. “I give thee a fraction of my power to aid thee in your quest.” Light flared from her palm gathering in her fingers. “Noble hero, let the light of my power course through thee. Give it form as water fills the vessel. May grace guide thee.” The light jumped through her hand into your chest, pushing you backwards and blinding you. You land with a thud on your back. The world swims around you and as you make your way shakily to your feet you hear Awera vomiting into a trash can.

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