Rona
I felt my body stiffen at his touch, the weight of his hand on my skin.
"Wha... What's supposed to happen?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Get it together Rona.
He didn't reply, a habit I had grown used to.
Suddenly the slab started glowing and I felt it, a wave of cold air slamming into my body.
I lost my footing, a sudden cry left my lips as I stumbled backwards, my fingers caught onto the fabric of his cloth.
He pried my hand off his clothes. "Do you have two left feet?"
"I don't." I shifted closer to him. This man was as sturdy as a rock. "Next time, give me a heads up before leading me on top a vibrating stone."
"I'll keep that in mind." He placed his hand on my face, shielding my eyes.
I felt the weird sensation again. The one I felt when I came down from the carriage.
"What's going on?" I asked, clutching his sleeves.
I couldn't see anything. So my other senses were hyper active, like the feeling of his hand on my bare skin.
"We're here." He removed his hand.
The first thing I saw was a cloud. Fluffy and pale.
"A cloud?" I stared at the floating ball, confused. 'But they're only in the sk-'
I stared down. Big mistake.
An ear piercing shriek left my lips as I realised Iwas easily a couple hundred feet about the ground.
"Stop shouting." The progenitor placed a hand on his temple, "I can feel a migraine coming."
"Then start telling me things." I couldn't believe I was here.
On a land floating in the sky. So this was where the waterfall came from.
He led me through the garden and at the center of it all was a building out of a fantasy.
It would build the Burj Khalifa to shame.
"Are gods obsessed with tall buildings?" I asked, trailing behind him.
My neck began to hurt because of how far up I looked.
"So this is what The Fate's Banquet looks like." I whispered to myself.
No wonder Madeira wouldn't shut up about it.
"Remember what I told you." He reminded, his voice carrying an edge to it.
"Of course I do." I hurried my footsteps to catch up with him, "Stay within five feet and avoid male gods."
Actually, I planned on avoiding gods in general. I already had enough on my plate as it was.
"But," I paused, a sudden thought came up. "What if I get lost and I can't find you?"
"Call me."
"How do I call you when I don't even know your name." I had only just realised now that I had never asked his name and he hadn't told me either.
He paused, turning to look at me. "I can't tell you my name."
"Why not?" I asked, placing my hand on my hips.
I couldn't yell, 'The progenitor', 'god of death,' in the middle of a banquet. They would look at me like I had escaped from an outhouse.
"You're a mortal. I'm a god." He stared at me like I had just grown a horn.
"I think that's pretty obvious." I gestured at the both of us. "But what does that have to do with telling me your name?"
"I can't tell you my name." He turned his back on me and continued walking. "It would kill you."
I marched up to him. "Then what am I supposed to do when I lose sight of you."
He stopped as we made it past the garden, A golden fountain with a statue baby cupid spouting water from his arrow tip greeted us as the imposing building cast it shadow on us.
I perked up. "What if I give you a nickname. So I can call you without destroying my soul."
He stared at me blankly as I tried to convince him.
"It's a good idea." I reminded, moving in front of him. "You'll need a name humans can call when we start up your company. And we both need new identities."
I couldn't just show up back to my old world when my body was currently in a comatose state.
After a couple minutes of prodding, he finally agreed.
Now to find the perfect name, I placed a finger on my chin.
"Kethan." I finally said, the name struck me like a lightning bolt, "I'll call you Kethan."
The Progenitor freezes, his eyes widens in shock and a low murmur leaves his lips. "Kethan." He repeated.
"How does it sound" I asked, wiggling my brows. "Do you like it?"
He smiled, not his fake one. It was a real, genuine smile.
He didn't reply me, again. But I could tell he liked the name. It suited him.
If I do say so myself.
"If it isn't my old friend!" I heard a boisterous laughter. "Here I was thinking you wouldn't come. Then again you never do."