Remember when you first met me? I think it was in the early year, somewhere between January and March. I was in MAP.
It was still for you. You had just stumbled into your mother but she ran from you. That was when I called you.
You appeared in the realm, bewildered after recently just talking to Caila who had told you that someone had asked for you and wanted a long session of daily meetings. When I saw you, I was in awe upon seeing my main character.
You asked me for my name, and I told you. You asked me how I knew you… and I was honest with you. Probably shouldn’t have been; I told you that I had created you, but I needed your help.
You did what any sensible character would do – you ran. I cried out for you to wait as I tried to follow you, but I was no match for you, and soon fell behind.
What you didn’t know was that I went to Caila, later that night, and I talked with her. That same night you went to talk with her. “I don’t want to help this person.” You called me a psycho.
Caila told you the truth. That I had created all of you guys and you said exactly what many others would later think hard about. How could a 13 year old create us?”
You then stormed out. But the next day, she made you come again. And she told you to not judge me before “I walk two moons in their moccasins.” So you came back, (with the force of Caila). When I saw you, I stood up from the tree stump that I was sitting on, and you immediately slapped me. You made it clear that you wanted to be done with the task quickly.
You didn’t know what you were expected to do. Normally, it’s a regular task: retrieve, send, solve, observe, or fight something. But this time was different. I tried to make it clear that what I was asking for was something that would take a long time to solve. Advice. Maybe that’s why you got so sick. It was because you don’t like to be tied down for long periods of time.
You helped me. You watched and observed, and you showed me new viewpoints. You helped me figure things out and you helped me calm down from stress and anxiety. You were someone I went to when I needed to talk. Maybe that’s why I can’t remember opening up much to anybody, with the exception of Yukino. You helped me imagine the things I’ve always dreamed of doing. You encouraged and advised me, during meets and time trials in cross country and track. You helped me plan for everything without getting worked up. But then you got sick.
None of us realized it until months later. What had started out as a cooperative and compatible relationship turned into bickering, quick-to-fight, frenemy relationship. Instead of helping me and advising me, you sneered and satirized my flaws, driving me to anger. We fought and jeered at each other for months, trying to gain the upper-side in the relationship. We would sneak up on each other, or throw punches and wrestle each other to the ground.
Whenever they said that we bickered like a married couple, we would both argue, trying to show that it wasn’t the case.
It would take both Hailey and Caila to stop us. Hailey would body check me, and Caila would body check you. She knew how to handle your power levels and center of balance better than anyone else.
Remember that one time when I was about to destroy a tree and you tried body checking me? You didn’t realize how light I was, so when you intersected my movement, I went flying off the cliff that was near us. Hailey says you had cursed and launched yourself off the cliff in order to catch me.
After that event, you started to teach me different kinds of magic, and how to use items to defend myself. You were showing off, but I was okay with that. I was still intrigued with you, and I didn’t have anything better to show you up with.
I think it was at the end of February when I brought Luke into the realm. For two Earth months, he didn’t know of our existence – just the she-wolf and her newborn pups. We had made an agreement that she would watch him and make sure that he was safe from the monsters and stayed within the boundaries that we had set up.
However, I think we were supposed to help her more often with the pups and babysit them… but we didn’t; she started getting annoyed with us and became less careful with watching him to make sure that he didn’t see us.
One day, there was a forest fire (not started by any of us, thankfully), and I had to save him. You didn’t trust him, which I now understand. However, you were still forced to take action when I leapt into the fray. You just watched us and made sure we made it out.
Apparently he was still conscious when you appeared, yelling at me about jumping into something dangerous the way I did.
We both noticed that he was awake at the same time. I opened my mouth to try to break the awkwardness but fell silent, unsure of what to say. You acted quicker, passing your finger over his temple and flooding it with a pressure that knocked him out. I knew what you had just done and the way you did it, so I started yelling at you. We argued about whether you should do that to a mortal. It is dangerous. You could damage the brain if you’re not careful with the amount of pressure that you use.
Later that night we had a discussion about what to do. I told you that I would clear his memory of the event and return him to “safe” forest. However, I wasn’t as skilled as you, and so I didn’t do the best job. All he remembered of that night was the silhouette of my frame against the fire and the sound of our voices. From then on, he knew that there were others in the forest.
The next day, he snuck out from her den and went looking for us. We were playing catch through the forest, unaware that we were barely missing him by the demie.
Two days later, we were tussling by the river, obstreperous in our actions. He was eating some meat that she had caught, when he heard a ringing laugh that reverberated through the air. Later, we would realize that all the living things in my realm had heard it, some following the sound to its source; this would explain our later problems with monsters. He came into the clearing as were wrestling and laughing.
You looked up, and I followed. An awkward silence followed the spontaneous moment. Then you, rather rudely, blurted out “I thought you wiped his memory?!”
“I did,” I cried out, thinking about Luke’s position and how awkward it must be to hear that someone wiped his memory. You spat back.
“Clearly not well enough. What did you even do?”
“I- hh- I- I did exactly what you do!” I shouted. You didn’t have to ask because you knew that I knew what you did. I’d been watching you since 7th grade.
“Clearly not well enough.”
Luke cut in: “Umm… Who are you guys?”
“Hi…” I say shyly. “I am Joanna and,” glancing at Akira, “this is Akira.”
“Who was the person last night…”
“Oh,” blushing, I reply. “That was me.”