Knock Knock

Two weeks had passed since the parade. Renee had a hard time explaining to her parents what had happened and had been grounded for some time and reprimanded for her "lewd behavior." the entire community seemed to have heard about her misadventure and, obviously, she was avoiding any cross looks and conversations that already seemed to inevitably stop when she approached. it was Saturday, finally a day when she could be alone. Lying in her room wearing a much larger amount of clothes than she would normally wear, she sought to feel some comfort and security in the act of simply being dressed. she thought about the next day. Sunday. his parents would go to church, a place where the entire congregation already knew about the shameful incident weeks ago. Thinking of all the familiar faces looking at her made her blush again. "Bunch of hypocrites" she said to herself, closing her eyes and covering her flushed face with her hands, "if any of them paid attention to their own religion they wouldn't have left me tied up and humiliated" she concluded. At that moment he heard a loud knock on the front door. the redhead uncovered her face, feeling profound disgust at having to leave her room without having any energy to do so. She walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. Seeing no one, she turned around, a little irritated, to go back to the room. She heard a knock on the door again and this time she turned around and opened it a small crack, seeing no one, she closed it again, now quite irritated. It was then that, before she could turn around again, she heard another knock, this time she opened the door with all her might and looked outside, there was no sign of anyone, she looked around and still didn't see anyone, she looked at herself, a habit she had developed to ensure that she wasn't naked or partially undressed. He took a deep breath trying to calm down and closed the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm getting paranoid, it can only be that... damn Tracy and her..." but then as she turned around, still with her eyes closed she bumped into something, opening her eyes, she expected to have bumped into a piece of furniture, but... in front of the door? She looked forward only to see a man in front of her, immediately backing away, stumbling backwards and falling to the ground in fright. The man before her was tall, measuring approximately 1.96 meters. Long hair and a thick beard protruded from an angled head, tired, brown eyes looked at her with a certain kindness. His clothes were simple, a white buttoned shirt, simple pants with suspenders. work boots and gloves.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GET IN WITHOUT ME SEEING YOU?" The redhead screamed, still lying on the floor, terrified of the stranger appearing in her house. She tried to grab anyone nearby to defend herself, something the stranger noticed immediately. "Calm down, I'm Moradin. I'm not your enemy, in truth I tell you there's a lot to talk about" said the stranger in a calm voice, but considering that he appeared forcefully inside a house with only a young girl inside, it took forty minutes to calm Renee, convince her not to call the police and explain the entire Moradin situation read in the previous chapter. "So... let me get this straight" said Renee, now sitting on her bed, the stranger, now called "Moradin" before her with arms crossed over his powerful muscular stature. "you are...a god...and you are looking for a powerful pickaxe, and if these 'ice giants' find it before you...do they have the power to harm humanity?" the stranger just nodded before replying "The Brutal Pick itself may not be very powerful, but it is where I stored several of my spells. With it many powerful spells could be cast and an experienced wizard could use them for terrible purposes." Renee stood still for.almost a minute before laughing very loudly, after recovering a.little she spoke again "do you have any idea...how ridiculous that sounds?" she took some air before continuing "look, this whole city is laughing at me, if this is another sick way of humiliating me, know that you'll have to be a lot more creative if that's your plan." Moradin stopped and thought before responding in a gentle voice: "Renee. I know that extraordinary claims call for extraordinary evidence. I could demonstrate my power in many ways, but I will allow you to choose a sign, make me a wish."