Morgan stood for a few moments, gazing at the breathtaking landscape visible from such heights, until a massive shadow blocked the sunlight, prompting him to look up. To his astonishment, a huge ship was sailing through the skies.
– Wow, wow, wow! That's amazing!
( Morgan said to himself, astonished )
– I'm definitely in a fantasy world!
Morgan shouted, his eyes shining, arms stretched out toward the sky as if trying to reach the ship gliding among the clouds.
His moment of awe was interrupted by the voice of a young woman with red hair, wearing a black blindfold adorned with a carved star.
– Forgive my boldness, my lord, but... have you never seen a Flytilus?
( The Satana said softly )
– Huh? What's that?
( Morgan said, confused )
The girl pointed to the flying ship and, with a soft chuckle, replied:
– That, my lord. That is a Flytilus.
However, after laughing, the red-haired young woman suddenly realized her daring and began apologizing repeatedly, lowering her head in distress.
– Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, please, my lord! I meant no disrespect. Forgive me... Forgive a fool like me for mocking you.
( Said Satana, humbling herself )
– Ohh, so that's what they're called...
( Morgan said, admiring the ship )
Morgan didn't care about Satana's mockery. He wasn't offended at all, which surprised her. The young man before her showed neither annoyance nor anger; his voice expressed nothing but genuine wonder.
– May I ask something?
( Morgan said, curious )
– Yes, whatever you wish, my lord.
( The young woman responded, still in a submissive tone )
– How did you point exactly to where that flying machine was, if you can't...?
Morgan cut himself off, avoiding any direct mention of her visual impairment.
– Ah, that...
She lifted her head slightly and moved aside some of her hair, revealing slightly elongated ears and a pair of small devices attached, with a tiny white crystal embedded in them.
– It's thanks to these. It's true I can't see, but these allow me to perceive the world in a certain way. Thanks to the sounds things make and their vibrations, I can form a kind of image. It's not how I wish it were, but it's something. I can only make out shapes and locations... Sadly, I can't see faces, or details like colors, the sky, or well-defined objects.
( Said the Satana kindly )
– F-forgive a useless girl like me for mocking you...
( Said Satana, bowing her head again )
However, Morgan stepped closer to her, took her hands warmly, and with great joy and excitement, said:
– Wow! Can you really do that? That's incredible! How far can you hear? What do the images you "see" look like?
( Said Morgan, amazed )
The red-haired young woman was stunned. Morgan wasn't angry—instead, he was friendly, even praising her hearing ability. He had so many questions that Satana didn't know how to react; this boy was... different.
Realizing he was overwhelming her, Morgan stepped back slightly and apologized.
– S-sorry... It's just that what you can do is truly impressive. You reminded me of someone...
Said Morgan, as the image of someone dressed in red with devil horns appeared in his mind.
– But, but... I'm sorry. By the way, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Morgan. You can call me Morgan. That "my lord" stuff is a bit embarrassing.
( Said Morgan, somewhat shyly )
– No, don't worry, my lord. You mustn't apologize... especially not to someone inferior like me.
( Said Satana, lowering her head )
Then, Morgan's tone became a bit more serious. He spoke to Satana firmly.
– Please, lift your head.
The young woman refused. Morgan took her hands once more, this time with a gentle and kind voice.
– Please, lift your head. You are not inferior. You are truly amazing. Living the way you do, without the ability to see, must be incredibly hard... yet you've overcome that hardship. And to me, that makes you an incredible person.
( Said Morgan, with a big smile )
Satana was speechless. Not only was his voice calm and kind, but the vibrations she felt from him were different. They were warm, unfamiliar to her. He touched her hands with care... without disgust.
Then, Morgan gently took her hands and placed them on his face.
– See? We're both made of flesh and bone. So there's no reason for you to feel inferior.
( Said Morgan, warmly )
This act surprised Satana even more. She was touching one of them. If she had done this with anyone else, she would have been severely punished. But he... he allowed it.
– And call me Morgan, please. Call me by my name.
Many thoughts raced through the red-haired girl's mind. This situation felt surreal, like a dream. Something about this person felt... off, or simply different. Amid her thoughts, she forgot the one thing she was never supposed to do: to pronounce the name of those who ruled the world.
– Morgan...
Morgan smiled brightly and said:
– See? That's much better, don't you think?
End of chapter.
Next chapter: So, what will you do?