Reading the words on the page carefully, checking his own mental state to make sure he wasn't taking it personally at all, the words the were written just as his mental state reached the proper point to understand it were:
"It was almost as if the writer was writing the exact words you thought intuitively he might just as you read them, always a step ahead, though not in an attempt to outwit the reader, but to lead them along the footsteps of the path I follow"
Putting down the book, finding himself wanting to save further introspection for later from this feeling that was so perfect of everything coming together just as it would in a perfect world, almost eerie, yet he found a deep sense of love awaiting his doubt.
Maybe the writer was that loving of a person? Though Zol appreciated confirmation and was now very curious to meet the author in person, though for some reason wanted to wait, leaving only a few page's left to read as he went to do other things and calm his mind, Zol was excited to read more, though with his own story to tell he decided he was hungry for a sandwhich.
"Rodney! Grab me a sandwhich buddy!"
Finding himself surprised by the lack of eloquence in his own words, though feeling no need to explain himself even as Rodney looked at Zol with a puzzled expression before going to make the sandwhich without any fuss.
"Right away sir..."
He said with a hesitant smile, Rodney wasn't too questioning of his master's choice of words, always surpised himself in how mysterious yet full of joy his master was, besides that one day he thought as he carefully prepared the sandwhich, his hands almost moving on their own as if he'd done it a thousand times, though he had only made the sandwhich for Zol fourty two time's by now, he had counted, although Zol loved the sandwhich, he seemed to save it for a special enough occassion Rodney considered as he always carefully examined his master's mood.
Rodney had actually gone to school to be a psychologist, though dropping out due to financial circumstance's he became a professional servant, successfully making his way into the most high end of all society. His pay now was good enough to drop his work and pursue his previous passion in psychology, though found his day to day life pleasing enough and feeling no need to change it, he was always an introspective person, and being around Zol helped him feel... like there was always a bigger fish in the sea, and this thought comforted him. Finishing his thought's and returning to a peaceful state of mind, Rodney finished the sandwhich, walking out of the kitchen with a beautiful sandwhich on a plate, he set it down next to Zol in his study, staring out the window with such an expression it made Rodney very curious what could go on inside his mind, yet had a feeling it'd be too much information to comprehend himself. Maybe he should write a book, Rodney thought as he left the study with a quiet calm.
Finding himself snapping out of not thinking, a strange thing for Zol as he seemed to be always considering something, he found himself realizing he was thinking, though so immersed in his own thought's he forgot he was, strange, it was like a dream the way his strange sense of illusion broke, unable to answer the question of exactly when or why he regained his awareness of thinking, forced to do nothing but not worry, as he found the speed of his own thought's a challenge to keep up with sometime's, with many detail's he has to remind himself to focus on.
Looking down at his sandwhich, he stared at the turkey between the two slices of bread, covered in seasoning and sauce, lettuce and various vegetables in proper proportion. Picking it up for a bite, he continued with his day as he wondered what Don could be up to, that mysterious guy...
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"Oh the story hasn't even gotten good yet, this is just the world building..."
Don overheard various conversation's himself, sometime's finding that they perfectly matched up to his expectation's of what he thought he'd hear, as if he was a mind reader! Or someone with future vision! Though he knew these thing's weren't true, he was just a seasoned veteran of battle, his qualities were just what came along with it as he became a different person day by day, yet remaining the same always. A strange paradox involving the fact that he never seemed to lose his joyful spirit, even at time's if doubt crept into his mind, he'd vanquish it in due time, alway's having an intuition that he would as well even if the doubt was seemingly overwhelming. Perhaps a sense of guidance? Don had many thought's as well as he walked through out the beautiful street's of Elshawn, a great distance away from the kingdom of Druskin, where Zol lived.
Taking in the atmosphere and various different aspect's of his surrounding's, Don looked at beautiful streep lamp's which lit up the street at night, though it was still afternoon, their internal clock hadn't yet caused them to turn on. The architecture of the building's was a bit old school, yet maintained an appealing and charming sense of simplicity. The curve's swirl's of it's hand carved wood were full of attention to detail and artistic expression. Truly happy and full of joy, yet finding himself inclined to relax, he sat down on a bench in a park full of many beautiful Rulk tree's, famous for their beautiful petal's, Don found no point in counting sheep, he rested easy at night, but had a strange and sudden urge to count out the petals on a tree he glanced at, doing so in a split second, he found it amusing how there's was exactly one thousand on that tree.
Closing his eye's and relaxing his mind, Don let out a long and deep sigh, releasing any built up tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying, careful not to let it build up. Suddenly he felt tear's streaming down his face, perhaps some sense of sadness had rubbed off on him from Zol, or perhaps...
He had a thought he seemed to avoiding, what if his seemingly eternal joy was just his incredible attempt at running from his fear? His fear of having this thought... his fear of....
His fear of what?
"I'm a Don, tch, it's my name for the sake of it, my parent's didn't name me this for nothing, I'ma keep it coming!"
Giving himself a bit of a pep talk, though a successful one as he regained every ounce of confidence he ever had, which seemed to be evergrowing as he failed to be proven unworthy of whatever he claims. If he did find himself unworthy, he found out why and fixed anything within himself to become worthy enough for his desire's, though not sacrificing himself for anything, neither did he sacrifice his joy or anything else. He did not like have regret's and he did not like the ring of the word sacrifice, he may even go so far as to say the word has many evil connotation's. Clearing his mind, finding ten minutes to be enough time to center his energy, he began walking again, taking in the beauty.
A sudden feeling of impending.... something?
Don was careful always, he remembered a string of word's at this moment, trust in the way of all thing's, though tie any knot carefully that you have a feeling might come undone. A powerful message to follow your intuition. Preparing for battle, Don was correct to be on alert and take a battle position as a sword swung with mind boggling speed toward's his face, though with a swift movement at the last second, Don demonstrated to the enemy through his lack of facial expression and composure, that a faster attack would be needed to surprise him.
Taking his unspoken word's to heart, the masked enemy followed up with a teleportation behind Don, swinging the blade, only to send another blast of air from the force and speed of the slice, barely missing a few building's as the wind blade curved away from anything it could have collided with, Don saw through the mask of the opponent, metaphorically, with this attack understanding that they did not intend any unnecessary harm, they both exchanged a look, with an understanding between both of them where they would teleport to do battle, Don didn't question the fact that they didn't even make the slightest movement or flinch or indicate what they were thinking, yet both knew as the simultaneously showed up in the field of Jer, named after a legendary fighter known for his incredible talent, the field was a gigantic stretch of land, thousand's and thousand's of mile's in size, stretching in nearly every direction as far as the eye's could see was simply grass. Two powerful force's stood in the center of this field, preparing to fight.
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Taking another sip of his favorite beverage, Zol appreciated the taste of this liquid which was see through yet, contained so much, simply beautiful how it's taste was so hard to describe yet... a wonderful taste, he heard a few people claim that it does not have a taste in his lifetime, though Zol trusted his own taste in thing's enough to know, at least to be true for himself, that it did in fact have a particular taste.
Putting down his cup of water, Zol decided to pick up the pace, finding himself relaxed enough to feel happy to accomplish a task he wasn't necessarily against doing at any point, though he found now to be the right time. Scanning the surrounding's for Don, Zol found that he had to stretch his awareness very far to locate him, though he didn't even consider distance as he happily used his own teleportation technique to potentially surprise him, though he felt an unfamiliar and powerful presence, though paid it no mind as he arrived nearly instantly next to Don, alarming his and almost causing him to lose his concentration on his opponent, as they were locked in a stand off, carefully watching each other for the slightest hint of weakness.
Zol understood the situation quickly, quicker than Don or the mysterious fighter could register his presence properly and understand his strength, skill and comprehension, he used his blackhope technique to anti-climatically put an end to their stand off.
"Hey! Wait... huh?!"
Don found his own speech a tad embarressing and lacking in refinement, as he found the humour in the situation and laughed a deep belly laugh that left Zol with a puzzled expression. Not questioning Don's joy, Zol asked a pragmatic and serious question:
"Anyway, who was that guy? He seemed like he was about to attack you?"
Laughing harder, Don found humour in how serious Zol was, and his lack of pride in the seemingly effortless task of taking out the enemy whom Don considered a powerful force worthy of consideration, Don couldn't help but ask:
"Why do you take life so seriously?! - Ahhh hahaha - you know we are all going to die some day it's unavoidable! That way you act, it's as if you think you'll reach the peak of all thing's"
Don continued his laughing mockery as he rolled around on the ground, genuinely surprised himself at how much he could not stop laughing, though a joyful person, this laughter was taking his breath away, struggling to gasp for breath between each laugh. Though a powerful fighter, had did breath air like anyone else, a technique that could take the breath away, a powerful technique only three wind master's in existance, was nothing compared to the intensity of laughter and increasing concern as Don struggled to inhale...
"What if I do?"
Remaining as seemingly serious as ever, Zol spoke these words. As he spoke them, the laughter came to a stop, Don breathed deeply and regained himself as he stood up and considered what just happened... the composure Zol kept while I couldn't... he's still standing there as if he didn't even care for the particular wording... but if he hadn't said exactly what he just said...
For the first time since they met, for the first time in his life Don felt that he last at something fair and square, though he wasn't sure what that even was exactly.