"Who are you, then?" The confidently composed spirit says from his position resting against a stone wall.

 

"I am your queen and mentor, the one who will instruct you in the ways of godhood, because you are obviously lacking in experience of the societal arts."

The spirit of the wind looks around at the tall room, "Obviously I have no experience in something I have never done before, so I will be glad to let you instruct me." He smiles, and proffers his hand.

 

The moment I grab it with mine, however, a rather klaxon-like buzzing fills the room. In response I yank my hand up to get it out of his hold. I can't, so the next option is to throw the giggling sack of wind onto the floor behind me, which he bounces off of lightly, as if he were a bouncy pillow. The buzzing stops immediately.

 

"Haw Hah! You totally fell for it! If I can trick you this easy, then you can be my boss any day!"

 

That's some impeccable logic, and I can get behind that! I grab the wind boy, swing him around me like a cape, and run out of my room at magnum speed. He wraps his arms around my bare shoulders, and generally acts like a cloak.

 

I feel satisfied.

 

We run around, faffing about for a while, doing two whole loops of the Big Hall, before one of us says something. My little spirit becomes not a cape, but a genie-looking boy, and I stop. "What is it?

 

He responds with a haughty voice: "So you are a ruler of nothing but doors? What makes you think that you are worthy to teach one of freedom such as me?" Suddenly his posture slumps, not that I care.

 

"I am simply more experienced than you. How old were you in your memories?" I am obviously superior to anyone I have bested. This little man that I have pulled from some other place in the cosmos was bested by me in a test of strength and words, and I won both times.

 

Speaking of doors, there was a new one, made of fluff, it looked like. A great thing for a mob to burn down. A fire hazard, I say. It was really far away, though, how will I get to it? Hmm, maybe we are created by our rooms? I have a weird negative sensation, but I do not care.

 

"I was like fifteen," the kid said in a rather different, more subdued, quiet, and morose voice, "you saved me from the firing line."

 

I gasp, I have no idea what that is! Somebody here is capable of thinking new thoughts other than me! I hug the wind boy and start to sob. He just freezes in place as if uncomfortable until I release him.

 

"It wasn't that bad, not the worst way to go out. Please calm down." The wind boy is trying to calm me down, perhaps I should pretend to do so.

 

I school my expression and vanish my tears, I stand up straight and put my arms out, smiling. "Taa-daa!" I hold this position for quite a while while sparkles fly around my naked body (I can't believe that nobody's tried to tell me to put clothes on yet, everybody used to yell at me about that).

 

Eventually, after staring at me with  baffled eyes for a few moments, long enough to make it awkward, he spoke up, "Are you alright?" The concern is appreciated, but misplaced. I am always fine.

 

"Yep, wanna see ya dad?" I grab his hand and drag him away. He tries to pull away from my superior grip, and he can't. "What do you mean my dad? Are you sending me to hell, lady?" He poofs into incorporeal wind and stops in midair. I turn to face him.

 

"The thing that created you, of course, follow me!" I run away at a full sprint, but he gusts after me after a moment.

 

We move along in silence for about four shouts before the airhead starts talking once again. I am absolutely delighted. "So, how long have you been here, ma'am?" Oh, that so ruined my mood. I had forgotten I was not just fucking around with one of my subordinates in my palace. I was for once able to ignore the fact that I was in a place that I had no idea what it was.

 

So just like everywhere else.

 

I am eternally trapped in a place that is not of my design, it's complexities lost on my mind, and the unknown creeping in in the corners of my vision as if I were drowning in tar. Slowly, ever so slowly. People make new things, the unknown, new discoveries, the unknown, lack of common sense, the unpredictable unknown.

 

Things are constantly changing, and if I do not know what those changes are, they just add to the pile in the back of my mind, the things I cannot, do not know.

 

I drown, and love every moment. I am a goddess of the unknown. Yes. Chaos. This place has oh so little unknown about it, so my holy mission must be to add some chaos.

 

"Um, are you alright?" The translucent terror flies in front of my face, where I had stopped, staring at the vaulted ceiling of the hall.

 

I smile, and snap my head down. "Sorry, got lost in thought. Hang on?" I hold out my hand, and he grabs it, looking exhausted already. "Upsie-dasie!"

 

I jump, far higher than I ever could have in my memories, into a slingshot. A simple wooden slingshot of my creation, with a center pole thick enough to be a small tree trunk. The net, or cradle, or whatever you put the thing being thrown in, the hammock? Is made of that transparent colored magical energy that Eth used, and is big enough to be a hammock. Which is precisely what I'm gonna use it for.

 

The wind sprite in my arms (where I had put him) is just staring at this construction that simply appeared out of nowhere to his vision. I, on the other hand, know that it was always there, just waiting to be seen. We land on the hammock, swing once, then a spectral hand comes out of the wall and proceeds to pull it back, pinching us together. 

 

"What the fuck, you crazy bitch!" He screams in desperation as the hand reaches as far back as it will go. There is the unrefined voice I like. "Lets a-go!" I shout, and the hand releases us, shooting us far down the hall. my captive wind god screaming all the way.