What if god was one of us?

chapter 3 - Unwrapping the Foil.

Scar woke up from his slumber feeling irritable. Normally, the god would be hovering above him before he even opened his eyes and would fly away once Scar was awake. But today, the god was nowhere to be seen, which left Scar feeling strangely melancholic. Although Scar knew that he and the god shared no bond, it was still comforting to know that the god was watching over him each morning. In an attempt to lift his spirits, Scar rummaged through his backpack on the left and pulled out a notebook, exclaiming with a grin, "Ah, here it is!" as he searched for his pencil. With pencil in hand, he began to sketch a drawing of the castle ruins in front of him.

As Scar continued to sketch the castle in his notebook, he suddenly caught sight of two large white wings peeking out from behind a nearby pillar. Scar knew it was the god, but the being seemed to be trying to hide from him. Not wanting to disturb the mystical creature, Scar simply played along and pretended not to notice, focusing instead on his drawing. He heard the sound of the wind pick up behind the pillar, signalling that the god had probably taken flight above the area. However, little did Scar know that the god was actually perched on a tree directly behind him, watching as he meticulously scribbled lines on his page with fine precision. The god observed Scar's every move, admiring the human's determination and creativity.

Scar's hand trembled slightly as he carefully wrote a message in the bottom right corner of his sketch. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I didn't mean for you to get hurt by the fish. -Scar." With a deep sigh, he stood up, stretched his aching muscles, and made his way through the entrance of the ruins into the room where the god spent most of its time. The room was filled with dusty books and relics from a long-gone era, and Scar couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence wash over him as he entered. Gently, he ripped the page with the drawing out of his book he folded and placed it above one of the many dusty books in the room hoping the god would find it.

Outside, the god was still feeling a little confused and a tad bit angry that the man had entered his castle without asking permission first. Even though the god knew he wouldn't have let Scar get close enough to ask him anyway, the fact that he had entered without permission still irked him. He perched on a nearby branch for around two more minutes, lost in thought, before finally fluttering off into the castle once he saw Scar returning back towards him.

As the god fluttered through the castle, he looked around the room trying to see what the human had done in his absence. His eyes landed on a piece of paper that was folded on top of one of his beloved books, which he hadn't read in a while. Intrigued, he picked up the paper and carefully unfolded it. A small gasp escaped his lips as he gazed upon the beautiful artwork that was sprawled out before him. It was a stunningly accurate drawing of his castle, with intricate details that captured the essence of the ancient ruins perfectly.

The god couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over him as he studied the lines and shading on the page. It was truly the best drawing of his castle that he had ever seen, and he was impressed by the human's talent. But as his gaze shifted to the small letters in the bottom corner, his expression changed to one of guilt and regret. The god realized that he had been too quick to judge Scar and get angry at him over the incident with the fish. Deep down, he knew that it wasn't Scar's fault and that he had overreacted. But you have to understand that the god had not had many good encounters with humans in the past, which had made him cautious and suspicious of their intentions. As he pondered these thoughts, the god couldn't help but feel that Scar might be different. Perhaps there was something special about this particular human that he had not encountered before.

The god slowly walked out of his castle, still staring intently at the drawing in his hand. As he emerged, Scar looked up at him, a look of confusion etched on his face. "You okay?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice.

The god froze for a moment, caught off guard by Scar's sudden appearance. He took a deep breath and then spoke, "I apologise." His words were blunt and to the point, but there was a sense of sincerity in his tone that caught Scar off guard.

Scar was momentarily taken aback. He hadn't expected the god to apologise to him, especially after their earlier encounter. "Oh? You don't need to apologise," he started to say, but before he could finish, the god cut him off.

"Yes, I do," he said firmly. "I overreacted, and I am sorry." With that, the god turned and floated back towards his castle, the drawing still clutched tightly in his hand. Scar watched him go, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. He knew that their relationship might still be a bit rocky, but he was hopeful that this was a step in the right direction.

As time passed, Scar's stomach began to grumble, and he rummaged through his backpacks in search of food. In the second backpack left by Bdubs before his sudden departure, Scar found two potatoes. He wrapped them in foil and placed them on the newly-lit fire, eagerly awaiting their cooking. In the meantime, he grabbed a book from his backpack titled "Ideas for the Architects" and engrossed himself in its pages. After what felt like an eternity, the potatoes were finally cooked, and Scar carefully removed them from the fire and onto his small white rug. As he unwrapped the foil from one of the potatoes, he burned his finger and winced in pain. The sound of Scar's discomfort alerted the mystic creature, who had been observing him from a distance.

As the god stood there, watching Scar tend to his burn, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not helping. But he knew he couldn't disturb the man's peaceful solitude. Suddenly, Scar caught sight of him and called out, "Hey... uh... god!" The god flinched, but it was too late. Scar had already spotted him. With reluctance, the god made his way over to Scar, who was sitting on his white rug, trying to cover the burn on his finger. "What.." the god muttered, unsure of what to say. "I couldn't help but see you watching me over there, bud," Scar said teasingly. The god raised an eyebrow, not understanding the man's joking tone. "Anyway, you hungry?" Scar asked, holding up two foil-wrapped potatoes. The god hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond to Scar's persistent kindness. "No," he replied bluntly. Scar looked at him with a straight face. "Well, I guess I'll eat both of these potatoes then," he said, teasing the god once again. The god thought it over before finally giving in and sitting down a good distance away from Scar. He gingerly grabbed one of the foil-wrapped potatoes, not quite sure how to eat it. Scar laughed at the god's confusion. "Hey! Don't eat the foil!" he chided. The god was puzzled. "Foil?" he asked, looking at the shiny wrapper in his hands. Scar sighed, "Yes, unwrap it first." The god tilted the foil-wrapped potato, trying to figure out how to unwrap it. Scar offered to help, holding out his hand. After some hesitation, the god handed the potato over to Scar, who quickly unwrapped it and handed it back to the god. With every bite, the god's eyes filled with joy, savouring the delicious taste of the potato.

As they ate, Scar noticed the god's reluctance to engage in small talk. Nevertheless, he persisted in trying to initiate conversation by asking friendly questions such as, "What's your favorite color?" or "How many books have you read?" The mythic creature, however, remained silent, causing Scar to become increasingly frustrated. "Aw, come on, talk to me!" he whined, hoping to break the awkward silence. But the god simply rolled his eyes and remained tight-lipped. Scar couldn't understand why the god was so closed off, but he didn't want to give up just yet. "Come on, uh...what's your name?" he asked, hoping to elicit a response. To his surprise, the mythical being muttered, "It's...Grian." Scar was thrilled to finally learn the god's name and continued to make small talk, hoping to learn more about him.