"You are the central focus point of everything, and everything is connected to you. What am I? Fragments of your past that joined together to help you along your way. Nothing that I tell you will make sense of this, but you will know the truth when you leave this island. There is no point in asking now, but I will explain it to you," Chey explained.
"You will? How do you plan on doing that from inside of here?" I asked in confusion, but that made the centaur laugh at me.
"I would ask that you take me with you from this place when you leave. I don't want to be forced to roam my father's ring again for eternity," Chey told me, and I took a deep breath in.
It didn't really surprise me that he wanted to leave this place. I would have to assume that he had been here for countless years already.
The problem was that, unlike Dani, the caterpillar girl, Chey, and Howl were part of the ring's reality. I wasn't really sure if they could be brought out into the reality that I was in before this.
[All realities are the same, and we can exist in any of them, just like you can, but only with your help. Without you, we are each locked in the reality that we were born into.] Libra explained in my mind, and that helped clear things up for me.
"Sure, you saved my life, so this is the least that I can do, right?" I asked Chey after my short pause.
I offered my hand to the centaur, and he was about to take it, but something hit me. I pulled my hand back and then put my other hand up.
"Just wait. I want to figure something out first. Normally when I do something like this, you would agree for me to take care of you, and that is fine for Howl. For you, I don't think that this makes sense," I said as I pulled my hand back to my chin.
Before either of the two could react or say anything, I closed my eyes. Time froze outside of me, and I was pulled into my mind; I needed some time to think.
I was sitting at the round table in the center of my mind. My four Primals were sitting at the table looking at me, along with Harold and Libra, who sat opposite sides.
"Come to talk?" Grogvel asked me as I leaned back in my chair and nodded.
"Yes, but this question is for Harold. My purpose was to have some time to ask rather than make the others wait. Is there a way that I can make someone a helper, or something like that? I don't think that it is right to have someone like Chey as one of my pets. Not to say the girls are my pets, but you understand what I am trying to say, right?" I asked, and Harold nodded at me.
Suddenly, I was sitting at a different round table filled with books, and only Harold was sitting next to me. The room that we were in had bookshelves all around us, and each line of selves seemed to go on forever.
Something about this room felt familiar, but I could quite place my finger on it. Each reach for the memory seemed to just push it farther away, just like all the other ones.
"Sorry, I would prefer to talk to you about this stuff alone. This has nothing to do with that annoying woman stuck in your head, so don't ask!" Harold growled from across the table, and I smirked at him.
"What is this place?" I asked out of curiosity.
"A place that I like to come and think. I don't know why I come here, but something about this place feels familiar, and I feel at home. Don't ask me why; it's just a feeling," Harold explained, and I dropped it.
More important things were to be discussed now that I had Harold alone.
"So, how long do you plan on keeping silent around Libra?" I asked, and Harold glowered at me.
"That woman is a venomous snake!" Harold snapped, bolting up from his chair to throw his hands in the air.
I was shocked, but not because Harold had just jumped up. Did that mean Libra was up to something?
"What do you mean? Is Libra hiding something?!" I asked, standing up from my own chair in confusion.
Harold rolled his eyes at me and then shook his head. The action made me calm down, but I still waited for Harold to speak.
"Don't worry, Libra is a pure soul, and she doesn't hide anything! That is the problem! For a woman that watches over the Scales of Balance, Libra is not very good at weighing her words!" Harold growled, and I started to laugh, but I did understand his point.
"Yes, I can tell that she is the type to talk first. I really don't know what is going on in Libra's head to need to be so spicy when she talks. That might be something I need to find out about her on another date," I joked, but I was just glad that she wasn't hiding something.
"All I know is that I can't wait for you to get out of these accursed rings! Then she will be forced out of your head and back into a solid; as a mortal, I might add. Libra's powers will be limited by your abilities with them," Harold explained, and the two of us sat back down.
"What type of abilities will I get from her ring?" I asked after we settled.
"To start, nothing much. Libra's power comes from her ability to weigh the scales. The first ability that you will have is the ability to judge the truth in a person. You will be able to weigh the truth of their words innately. The rest will take time and lessons from Libra," Harold replied, and I nodded, but we could discuss this at another point.
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