Stealing wasn’t Dax’s forte. However, when no one accepts your attempt to buy something, or notice that you even exist then why not eat your fill? As far as Dax could tell, he was physically there but not visibly aware to everyone around him. He had to dodge people constantly since they couldn’t see him or when they ran into him they’d stare in confusion and move on.
Maybe the fear in him activated a new ability he hasn’t known about but then again all he knew that he could do was fly and breath fire. This new ability would be an interesting code to crack. After grabbing a couple of supplies (Dax learned that anything he touched also went invisible with him, which was neat but also annoying) Dax looked around the village for any hints on how they’d react to a mythic.
Coming upon a church, or what seemed to be a religious building, Dax looked up at the massive statue of a boar/human hybrid, it held a sword and a shield, It stood at least ten feet tall. Glancing at the glass on the windows, Dax noted that there were different mythical creatures in each one, none of them being violent. However, in some of the depiction he couldn’t figure out if the glass painting was neutral or good.
Stepping into the religious building, Dax looked over the pews and at the alter. In the front stood a reptile like creature in a robe. Smelling the figure from the entrance, he tilted his head. The snake like human seemed to have something about him that didn’t click well in Dax’s gut.
In awe, Dax looked up at the rest of the beauty that the building had to offer. Alarmed, Dax created a fireball in his hand without turning his body. There was a presence behind him. One that could see him, no doubt.
“I’m not here in intrude.” Dax said, hoping the being would understand him. Different mythical creatures could speak to one another. Dax learned how to speak to his dragon kin and some other specifics but he spoke without considering the being might be a human.
“Camouflage.” The voice hissed. “Impressive.”
Keeping his fireball in hand, Dax turned to face the voice. Before him stood the monk. Silently thanking his gut, Dax met the snake’s eyes. “I don’t know how to be visible again. Can you help me?”
This made the snake cackle. “A mythic that does not know of his powers? You smell young and inexperienced. Your kind are usually coped up in one of those cities, how are you not in one?”
Adjusting his stance, Dax stood straight. “I escaped.” He said, still not comfortable with the snake’s attire. “Please, I want to interact with people, how can I make them see me again?”
“It’s not a matter of making them see you.” The snake retorted. “It’s a matter of making yourself visible to you.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Dax growled, fire intensifying without notice. “I wanted them to see me. I saw myself in the river coming up here. I know I exist.”
“The river?” The snake curved his head in almost a question mark. “Only those who are pure can see the river. Do you believe yourself to be pure?”
Putting away his fireball, Dax squinted his eyes. “I could see the source of the river from the skies. How can something that huge be visible to only some people?”
Keeping his distance, the snake monk replied. “It is not visible by people.” He informed. “Again, only those who are pure can see the river. Only those who are of our world can see the river.”
“Then…” Dax said as a couple walked in, greeted the snake monk as if he were normal, and continued on into the church. “We can’t be on a different plane as them.” He said as he watch ed couple walk away. “They even greeted you.”
The snake monk nodded. “Ah, yes.” He smiled, revealing his fangs that made Dax cringe. “You want to be visible, or would you rather have a cloak like I?”
“Wouldn’t you menan, a cloak like yourself or in your case you’d say ‘me’?” Dax asked, following the snake monk.
“In our world, english terms are irrelevant.” It hissed. “This cloak will make you look human, boy.”
Staring at it, Dax took a step away from it, it was the same cloak the monk was wearing. “But I thought I looked like a boy.” He said, looking at his hand. “At least, I can see myself as one in a mirror.”
“Ah.” The snake monk nodded. “Well, keep this with you. You might need it someday.” He said then closed the door he had opened to reveal the cloak. “You can meet the father of this church. He’ll determine whether I can help you learn how to reveal yourself to the public.”
Dax crossed his arms. “Why do you need permission to show me how to do anything?”
The snake monk laughed. “Jhasar.” He say, with an unintentional hiss. Dax wasn’t sure if he could get used to that or not.
“That your name?” He asked as he followed the monk down a corridor.
“Yes, Brother Jhasar.” He said, holding the candle far enough in front of him to make the path visible for them both.
“I know you can see in the dark.” Dax said, confused by the candle. “So why bring a candle?”
Jhasar laughed. “You’re very observant young one.” He said as they took a right. “Is this why you can trust me without fail?”
“No.” Dax said, his bag slung over his shoulder. “I have no where else to go.” He added with a frown. “So it’s not a matter of trust…” He let the word linger as they continued to walk aimlessly. “It’s a matter of curiosity.”
“Honesty.” Jhasar said as they arrived at a wooden door with a metal handle, lit up by the light of the room on the other side. “Only those who are pure can pass the barriers we went through a while back.” He hissed. “For an experiment I’m surprised you passed.”
Dax growled. “Don’t call me an experiment.” He converted a hand into a claw. “We’re both reptiles here, but you seem too holy for a fight so don’t start.”
This made Jhasar laugh. “The father will like you.”
Frowning, Dax returned his claw into hand form and followed Jhasar inside. Whatever it was guiding him here, he hoped that it would make its point and release him soon.
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