As you arrive back at your home, you come to the conclusion that you want to find out more about that thing inside of you.
You step into your kitchen and sit down at the table. You are unsure how to approach this...
"Uh, hello?"
No answer.
"You there, inside of me, can you hear me? Or are you, uhm, not alive at all?", you say, poking your stomach.
A few seconds of waiting go by, and you feel ridiculous.
"What am I even trying here, that thing probably is just some kind of-"
"Hello." - You are cut off by a voice in your head, which definitely wasn't your own. It's a deep, but unidentifiable voice. You actually feel a little scared, and are unable to respond at first.
"Who are you...?"
"Shadow."
"Wha... okay, fine, but WHAT are you, and why are you inside of me?"
"Beyond your comprehension. I am here to mature."
"Could you go into a little detail, please.", you respond, feeling a little annoyed by how little this thing wants to talk.
"I chose you as my host. I will perform the acts which you have already seen and experienced until I matured. I will stay here for a while."
"You mean the swapping...? And for how long exactly?"
"A couple of thousand years."
You had to comprehend that for a second. Multiple thousand years, a 'while'?! What kind of thing is that?! But you decide to keep it down for now.
"Okaaay then... but do me a favour and stop doing things I don't want you to do. You know, it leads to... uneasy situations."
"I am here to mature. I will perform this, what your kind calls 'magic', until I matured. Whether it benefits you or not does not bother me at all. If you refuse to direct me, I will work on my own. It's up to you."
"Good to know...", you mumble. It's not against you, so that's nice.
"So I will have to wish for swaps and things like that to happen if I don't want you to go crazy like you did before?"
"That was mild at the best. Crazy is another category, if you understand what I mean. But you are correct."
You shiver, but also feel excited at the thought of what that thing would do if it goes crazy... you disregard your own thought and continue.
"Fine then. Do you have a name?"
"My, what you call 'Culture', is not the same as yours. We have no need for such trivial things."
"Then I'll call you Shadow from now on. Haha."
With that, you both stop chatting, and you ponder what to do next.
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