The Care Taker and A Boy

It had been a few Millenias since the Care Taker had a visitor. He had sensed a presence appearing within in the walls of his dimension. It all but took a mere thought to pinpoint the guest. His vision covering the vast expanse of his Castle like space to a body lying prone in his library.

"Hmm.." A deep rumble emitted from the Caretaker as he 'stepped' over to that side. His large form hovering over the body that kept leaking the precious nectar of life that mortals needed to have. With a brown gloved hand, the Caretaker touched the boy's shoulder.

The injury that should have killed any other human began stitching itself back together one slow piece at a time. The pool of blood underneath the body seeping back in to the closing wound as muscles, nerves, and skin repaired themselves.

The process took nothing more thne a few minutes before the boys breathing settled down in to a restless sleep. A tilt of his head and a simple flap of his earth toned robes both were now in another part of the castle like space.

"Most interesting.." His voice sounded like rocks grinding together while his eyes turned to the large, Ceiling high glass room. This space appearing like a glass box floating in the clouds with only a luxurious bed in the center. A door off to the side being the only way to leave.

Walking over to the nearby room the Caretakers skin looked like that of stone's, gray and dull. He looked like a elemental taken human form but only because he found the form fun.

His shapeshifting experiments taking him away from the boring solitude of his prison that the young boy manages to get in. "A new form?" The same rumbling voice sounding more masculine now as his stony skin bubbled and popped. His whole anatomy changing in mere moments as new form came to be.

The caretaker had never chosen a human form before. He found them to squishy, to easy to break. His new appearance was that of a older adult Male in his thirties. Flaming Red hair cascading down his shoulders in a tangled mess. Narrow, sharp features with high cheek bones and a shadow of a beard growing while his sky blue eyes seemed to pierce souls.

He was handsome. Winning the genetic lottery on any human populated world but his brown robes seemed to keep his very much domineering appearance from being to much for any poor womans mind.

"This shall do." Moving his arm and examining his hand that soon morphed in to a dragon's. Scaled blue as lightning crackled between the sharp claws. "Convienent as well."

The Caretaker of course decided to added some flavor to his appearance and incorporated some draconian features. A barely noticeable bunch of faded blue scales around his faces with his nails were sharp and deadly. Pointed.

"Wake up boy. Awaken from your slumber." Walking over and leaning over the form of the child in the bed, the Caretaker touched the forehead before injecting magic.

"Aaaah!" A once sleeping form practically flung itself out of bed and on to the glass floor where more screaming continued. "Why is there floor! Is this heaven?!"

A mere eyebrow rose across the stoic face of the Caretaker as the boy wildly yelled for a few minutes before noticing another being in the room. "W-who are you?"

"I am. The Caretaker young one. Who might you be?" His voice grabbed attention, demanded it without effort. His new form required a bit of time to get use to it seemed.

The child squeaked and his behind the bed. Tears in his eyes as he hid from the Caretaker.

"I mean no harm.." Placating hands came up to soothe the child as the Caretaker changed his vocal cords to something less..lethal?

"I merely wish to see how you were doing since you were close to Dieing on my library floor." The voice was that of a very..feminine man. Both his changed voice and was only making the child almost cry.

"I seem to be bad at this. Is it the voice? Or possibly words?" The Caretaker thought. He was very much confused at both the boys reactions and how he would remedy this.

The boy stared at the Caretaker for what felt like a eternity, only really being a half minute stand off. "I'm Arthur.." The staring continued while the Caretaker mentally searched through his mental library of how to deal with kids.

"You are strange.." The boy said.

"This coming from a kid who landed on my floor and screams like a girl?"

The boy in question flushed red in embarrassment as he slunk down behind the bed. "But nevermind then. How did you get here? I do believe this space was cut off from just about everything but from two things. The main door and a book."

"A book..with a monster.." The boys voice quivered as the memories of what should have been his death came back. His whole body shuddering as the Mental and Emotional trauma seemed almost to break his mind.

The Caretaker tilted his head ever so slightly as he debated on what to do. The boy should not be here, for that matter no human should be here. This dimension of his held no breathable air and the child was neither a Cultivator or a Mage.

"I see..I am sorry for your bad experiences. Let me help you." His next actions were deemed cruel by many. Yet good in their own way as the boy would never know painful memories. Only those Memories came with everything else.

Another touch to the forehead of the boy and the Caretaker removed almost his whole lifespan. His parents? Gone. His friends? Dead already but gone as well. It was almost equivalent to a mental **** as he removed and input new things.

Arthur grew up in this place with the Caretaker being..his Caretaker. A passion for book reading and not really a desire to leave the library. "Live well young one. Call for me when you need something." The blank look the boy gave soon shifted in to a bright smile. "Always! Now where to start with my new collection of books!"

The smiled laughed, more a giggle as the Caretaker transported him to the large area where his collections of tales from all over the Universe. "Yay!" Arthur ran off and down the seemingly, never ending hallways. Grabbing a few books along the way before plopping right down on to the floor.

Excitment in his eyes as he opened up the first page of his book.