I Became A God

A lightbulb appeared in Tim's head. "Let's see if you're really telling the truth. Follow me."

Tim lifted Garrik to his feet, but he made sure to keep holding his neck. He looked over at Mutyx and motioned for him to follow. "Follow me and don't make any sudden moves, or I'll crush your friend's neck over here."

"Whatever ye say," Mutyx replied.

Tim took the two into the village. The residents of the community stared at the two, some telling their children to get inside the house. Some people gasped at seeing Mutyx's small body.

"Tim, what have you brought here?" a man asked.

"I don't know. These two say that they can be trusted, but I have to make sure. Is Lydia around?" Tim asked the man.

"Yeah, I think so," the man replied. "But just so you know, she's angry right now. Her husband doesn't want any children."

"Yikes. Well, thanks for letting me know."

"No problem."

As Tim led Garrik and Mutyx to Lydia's house, he kept looking back, making sure that Mutyx didn't escape. The village was small, so it didn't take long for them to arrive at Lydia's house.

Tim knocked on the door exactly three times. Lydia was very irritable and hated it when people knocked too many times. "Lydia? I have two people here, can you check their future?"

"Not now! Haven't you heard? I want to be left alone right now," Lydia said from inside the house.

"This is really important, Lydia. Please! This concerns the whole village," Tim pleaded.

"Ughh, fine." The door opened, and a short woman greeted them. Lydia looked at Garrik and Mutyx. "Weird."

"Yeah, I know. They are weird. So, can you check their future?" Tim asked.

"Who are you calling weird? You're the weird one here. I've never seen anything like you before," Garrik said.

"Well, neither have we," Tim said.

"I definitely can," Lydia replied. "Come in and sit down."

The three went into Lydia's house and sat down. Tim still had his hand around Garrik's neck.

"Tim, stop that. Let go of his neck. They won't hurt us," Lydia said.

"You don't know that. What happens if they kill you?" Tim argued.

"Oh, please. Look at them. They're wearing clothes that we can't make. The short one over there has a hammer made with a weird material. I'm pretty sure they can kill us anytime. Not to mention their mana is enormous."

Tim looked at their clothes, and the weird hammer Mutyx had. "Fine. You know better than me anyway." Tim let go of Garrik.

"Thank you very much!" Garrik thanked Lydia as he rubbed his neck, which had marks from Tim's grip.

"Oh, shut up. It's nae like ye were going ta die. Ye kinna even die," Mutyx told Garrik.

Lydia's eyebrows raised as she heard Mutyx mention that Garrik can't die.

"So what if I can't die? That still hurts," Garrik replied.

"Excuse me, but what does he mean by you can't die?" Lydia asked Garrik.

"Exactly what it means. I can't die," Garrik answered.

"Can you give me proof? As far as I know, everyone can die, except maybe the gods." Lydia was skeptical and didn't believe Garrik, but she was hoping that he would prove her wrong.

"Ughhhhh. Fine." Garrik held his index finger up. With a quick motion, he bent his finger the wrong way, breaking it instantly. "F.u.c.k, that hurts!"

Lydia's eyes were wide open as she watched Garrik's broken finger heal itself, going back to its original position. "H-how is that possible?"

Garrik smiled at her. The pain had gone away, but he still hated the feeling of his finger being broken. "Let's just say there are a lot of things your people don't know."

"Are you a god?" Lydia asked Garrik.

Garrik shook his head, laughing. "No, I'm not a god, but speaking of gods. What gods do your people believe in?"

"My people only believe in three gods. That might change in the future, but they are: Giuna, Goddess of Life, Alenar, God of Order, and Phedite, Goddess of Judgement," Lydia said. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing much." Garrik looked over at Mutyx. "Do you know them?"

Mutyx shook his head. "I've never heard o' them."

"Enough about gods. Can you read their future?" Tim asked.

"Yes, I can, but I just have one last question. What are the two of you?" Lydia wondered.

"I'm something called an ancient one, and Mutyx over here is a dwarf," Garrik answered. "What about you? What is your kind called?"

Of course, Garrik already knew as his master told him before, but he had to act like he didn't know.

"I'm a human," Lydia answered. "Now that we're a bit more familiar, I'll read your future. Just give me your hand."

Garrik nodded and extended his hands out with the palms up.

"Perfect." Lydia grabbed ahold of Garrik's hand and closed her eyes. All of her life, she had an ability that only she had. The ability to read someone's future, although she could read their future, most often or not, it's blurry. Even then, it's not 100% that the future will happen as the future is forever changing.

Lydia saw lots of things. Most of them were blurry, but she could make out most of them. In Garrik's future, he was almost always by Mutyx's side. From what Lydia could see, Garrik was good and didn't have any ill intentions, but there was only one problem. His future was way longer than everyones.

"So? Anything bad?" Tim asked.

"I see nothing bad, but I never saw him die. His future is so long that it would take years to look at all of it."

Garrik smiled. "Would you look at that. I am immortal."

"O' course ye be. Ye think I'd give ye something that doesn't work?" Mutyx said.

"If it's all good, then I'll take my leave. Gotta get back to the family." Tim left the house, walking back to his home, which wasn't far away.

"Does everyone in your race live for that long?" Lydia asked.