Reverie

"Alright, since you are totally illiterate we have to start from the basics, alphabets first, this may take a while." Said Johan

"How long?" I ask, a little skeptic about the whole situation.

"Well if you're fast since it's just reading, I'll teach you the alphabets and basic words and you can use those to learn other words and begin a loop." He replied.

"How long will all that take?" I ask again.

"Two to three weeks give or take."

"Won't that crop up on your time?" I ask yet again still skeptic about how he was so enthusiastic about it .

"Well, I am actually here to do a project on basic language concept " he said

From what I could infer my predicament seemed to coincide with his project. He leads me to a section covered in charts and colorings and we begin.

The process was rough at first but actually became quite fun once I got the hang of it and we didn't even notice the passing of time. We only stopped when his phone rang, it seemed he had to head home so we decided to leave.

He was heading somewhere further uptown so we had to separate at the train station with a promise to meet again the next night.

I had borrowed some elementary knowledge books from the library which I had told the librarian we're not for me when I noticed the queer looks she threw at me.

As I sit in the train I decided to review my whole day and when it got to the phone part, it hit me that I had been forgetting something.

The girl Maya had asked me to call her the other day and I had totally forgot. Though I had no phone so it wasn't entirely my fault.

Upon reaching the metro down town I alight and walk from there across the bridge to the temple where I live.

Getting a phone was going to be hard for I had no money nor any source whatsoever to get some and even if I did the people in the vicinity and even almost all of downtown would not be willing to interact with me .

I find it relatively amusing how the city could be so split at times that it felt rather like two cities standing side by side, I think about a book I saw at the library- a tale of two cities and I thought to myself, maybe the author had noticed something similar or maybe it had been really a tale of two cities.

Not knowing how to proceed further I decided to explore my temple, I refer to it as mine for I'm the only resident it is an abandoned building anyways.

'Someone who lived here must have had a phone.' I thought as I walk through the large gloomy hallways of my abode. A place I find amazing to this day.

I had very few interactions with humans prior to my fall but I still remembered my first contact with this wondrous race.

I was just a spawn at that time, barely five hundred years old and still under the supervision of my tribe members. My parents, I was told had passed away under the hands of a Mountain Djinn. Creatures of untold horror that instilled deep fear in the minds of all abyzens, demons and non demons alike.

I had been a very inquisitive demon, perhaps too inquisitive for a demon. I always stood out no matter where what or when and in the case I stood out for disobedience.

Demons where defiant by nature but we always conformed to higher powers. I, on the other hand, my defiance was on another level.

Royal demons where above all other races. We were told and under no account were we to answer summons from anyone apart from a Royal of any race.

We were allowed to answer summons of other royals but the innate pride in royal blood made it so that it was seen as a sign of weakness to call out to others for help.