The Deceived

We only took about four days to get to my new domicile. It was only a few hours of travel from the way station that we had spent the night at relaxing from the prior day's exertion. Reluctantly, I had arrived to where I would be living my new life in this word.

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Legs are made for walking. But, maybe not mine. Yes, I may have had been better off than a child in the other life, as I did not have vehicles making walking less mandatory, but I am still in the body of a child. I have not been walking, constantly, all the time. Walking here to there and then doing a task does not add up to the distance of hiking through a considerable amount of terrain.

Muceni, to my relief, helped me out each night. I probably would not have been able to keep up with the pace at which she walked, if she did not try to alleviate my symptoms. And no, she did not use her power. I had seen the amount of effort that it took when she had healed me, from the wound that she did apply to me. I am still a bit bitter of her harming me. There had to have been a better way to make me see the truth. What could she have done different? Do not ask me, I do not even have a single clue on how to make Putere work.

As I started saying, before I sidetracked myself, she did alleviate the symptoms that were incurred from walking all day. It was not some type of anesthetic, which would, as she explained to me, would only dull the pain of my plight. She had me, instead apply a compress which retarded the swelling of my muscles.

Muceni explained to me that by reducing the inflation of my muscles, blood would better be able to flow through those injured areas, letting the surrounding locations receive much needed nutrients. I have never been in the medical field, at most I took CPR or other basic form of medical help. I hope what she was telling me, was the truth because the anti-inflammation compress hurt. Seriously, it hurt.

Somebody would think that the dressing was, at most, going to itch or irritate. Wrong. That is a complete and outright bald-faced lie. And what is worse, I had lied to myself at the beginning, that it would be soothing.

She is a healer. She is not supposed to, purposely harm me. I do not think that I am naive to think that. "Do no harm." I think that is the saying. Right?

If you had never felt the interior parts getting sucked into a vacuum, I do not think you could understand the pain. I was able to function despite all that, but, she is a figurative monster to me. She is such a gentle person, but still, can we not just slow down, a bit on the journey. I would much rather take a little longer, than feel any more of that type of pain.

And the worst part, if I did not already say, she made me apply to medicine myself. She made me be the person that inflicted pain onto myself. It help, but still, do I have to be my own torturer?

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The journey, in and of itself, was utterly uneventful. This is a land that I have never experienced for myself. I mean, I am in a new world, and the trip was devoid of anything, different. Forest here, plains there, and over there, some farmer's field. There was not even an animal that threatened us. Let me live out some type of fantasy. Anybody should want that.

What was worse than the dull traversing, was that Muceni rarely tried to converse with me. Admittedly, we were walking at a fairly quick pace. I do not understand how she kept her thoughts in her head so much. I know that I have never been that best at communication, but, when someone was around, I tried to have some type of discussion going. Maybe, not constantly, but hours going by without an utterance. Me being a child, has to be the reason for it. I, to her, am to immature to hold a meaningful conversation.

When I tried to inquire more about the Unleashed, Putere, or the compound that I was going to consider my home, she barely gave a response. Talk to me Muceni. You talked to me more, when I was bound, then you do now. Come on now, I am bored.

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"This is where you will now live. Stay silent and follow me inside. You are not allowed to talk to anyone until I give you permission." (Muceni)

"Yes…" (Rehor)

"I said BE SILENT. Just nod if you understand." (Muceni)

Wide-eyed, I nodded. This is Muceni? The one that I have never seen unruffled?

I, really, do not follow how this is the same woman that made me come to terms, at least to some extent, with what was to change my life. She is the one that gave me space to figure things out. Other than verbally responding to her, I do not think I have wronged her in any way. And like the mute that she commanded me to be, I silently followed behind.

Shocked that she had acted like that towards me, I meekly followed behind her, scared that if I did anything else, I might incur her anger. Too much has gone on, recently, to me, that my mind was overwhelmed by the changes. Like when Father had ordered me to help Mother when she was bellowing out screams of pain, I became robotic, just doing what I have been told.

"Once we are inside, go to your left and sit down in one of the chairs. You are not to speak." (Muceni)

As the only that I could do was nod, I nodded in affirmation that I would follow her demands of me. With that, as we entered the building, I sat down in the first seat on say, to my left my that is. Muceni knocked on the door, and promptly sat down on a seat to the right of the entrance. Without slouching in the slightest, she waited silently. We, both, just sitting there, waiting for what was to come next.