Chapter 2: Arc 1.01: Lux Arc

It’s the morning, I think to myself, as I wake up or evening or night. I have no idea which it is, but no time for that. It’s a new day for me, time to explore, so I put on the clothes I have claimed as my own, say good morning to my darling and set out first; I check the kid’s door.

The snow on it has yet to return to the child’s door, so I open it and see that it’s very much a kid’s room. On the bed in the room, I go up close and see the kid is sleeping. After getting a good look at the kid, I conclude it can’t be any older than 5 or 6 six years. Its hair is also white again.

I should also check its gender; however, I don’t want to strip a kid. Hence, I decide to leave before the kid wakes up and gets an even worse opinion of me. I close the door and look around.

On the second floor, I found a lot of empty rooms with nothing in them though they all look well-kept. I found a study and what I believe is a walk-in closet with many females and a few male garments. Does this mean that a couple lived here? Would the child be theirs? But I should not get ahead of myself, so I press on.

The biggest room on the second floor was a storage area. It had lots of miscellaneous things, so I can’t draw any conclusions from it.

I also recognised that the hall and the rooms where the kid and I were had a lot of decorations and accessories from the Da empire, but when I look at their designs, they look dated.

They are nothing recent I have no idea how old they are, but they are all very high end you can tell by the materials, which is the weirdest part is that everything I saw looks new, like it was just made it’s barely deteriorated at all so when was it made?

But the weirdest thing I found was a bathroom. It was spotless. The tabs from the bath and sink were all still functional, as was the toilet. I was amazed “does Fimbulwinter have a sewage system” I want to take the toilet apart to check, but I don’t feel like shitting outside.

I also tried to see if the taps ran hot water so I could defrost my stuff, but it was to no avail. All the water lacked any form of temperature. It wasn’t hot or cold; I didn’t even know that was possible. Now onto the first floor

When I get to the first floor, I go to the kitchen. It’s still a mess after I ransacked it yesterday, so I take time to clean it and take note of a few things while at it.

First, most of the cooking equipment still functions and is very clean; none of it has ideally kept it all. I also found a spices cabinet which was unnecessarily large and had a ridiculous amount of spices “thank god; now I might be able to make those fruits somewhat palatable. I’ll try that out later” the tabs here also run water. Somehow, the water here also lacked temperature, not cold or hot, just water.

Next, attached to the kitchen, there was a dining room which was also very fancy. The decoration was from the da empire as well. It was also quite large, but the dining table had only two chairs directly facing each other.

After I finished pondering over the dining room, I went to see what else I could find but then and directly across from where the kitchen and dining room, I saw another door, and I decided to go there next. “Thank god”, I mutter with excitement.

It’s a library. It’s almost as big as the kitchen and dining room put together “this is impossible” I haven’t ever seen any of these books before; how exciting.

“You can tell a lot about a person by books, so maybe if I look around, I might figure something out about whoever owns this house because it isn’t that little kid for sure,” I say with no ulterior motives. It’s not like I want to read these books or anything. This is solely for research “well, I guess I should get started,” I say with a grind.

-Break-

“Crap, I only meant to read a few books how. I ended up reading 182,” I say as I lay on the floor surrounded by the books I read. From reading all these books, I have found out a bit.

First, most of them are not written in the trinity languages but in the lesser ones, some of which I understood but others I have no idea. I know most of the spoken languages, so what the books are written in must be dead languages.

Next, about 50 of the books were just records rather than stories like many of these books are just information on dated ways of medical care, agriculture, construction, etc. While other recorded poems.

After looking at all of this, I could figure out how old this house probably is because, first, the train and its language were popularised around the end of the second cycle of history and used throughout the third cycle of history.

Second, there are a lot of languages in the books that haven’t been recorded anywhere else in the world, which means they must be languages lost during the second cycle because during the first cycle, they only spoke one language, so all these books are from some point in the second cycle third the trinity languages are still used in some of these books even while being are more classic version they are still used.

When I put all of this together, I believe this house is from the end of the second cycle, so just over 2000 years ago, which matches since Fimbulwinter formed two weeks before the end of the second cycle fits.

“Well, I have lost track of time yet again, but a least I gained something from this,” I say as I leave the room, but as I start to open the door, I hear a scream and running, and when I open the door, I see the kid running from the entrance to hide being the stand of a vase.

Was this child looking at me through the cracks of the door? This kid has big white puffy hair like a cloud of snow. I. would go up and scare the kid, but I don’t intend to make the child’s impression of me any worse, so I’ll go on looking at things but outside of the kitchen and the library, there is only one other door I could find on the first floor directly in between the two circular staircases, so I go up to it and open the door.

“it’s huge” is all I could say when I opened the door. Inside was a large area with rows of showcases like a museum. Behind me, I hear a scream of excitement. It seems the kid followed her.

When I turned around to look, the kid had a surprised face like it was the first time he’s seeing this, and now for some reason, the kid’s hair was green. I thought it occurred when I said this was the child’s hair colour changing according to its emotions.

While I was in thought over its hair, the kid noticed I was looking at it and ran behind the door to hide, slightly peeking out. I saw the hair colour from green to yellow, which confirms my suspicion, so let’s say yellow means fear, green means excitement and white is the normal hair colour. I think I will go with that. I want to ask this kid questions now, but I will leave that for future Captivant. Right now, I am going to focus on this storage area.

So I go around this vast museum-like area looking around with the kid following me from behind. It’s trying to be sneaky, but I can see the kid. But regardless, I continue, and I notice something on one of the showcases has writing on it saying.

Property of Mabel and Gabi

Now I have two names. Good, it seems I have gained some vital information. While walking, I noticed this museum has trinkets like bracelets, pictures, and sculptures, all the way to a giant bell and what I think is a significant human made of paper, but in each showcase, either Mabel or Gabi’s names are written on a nameplate. But on a showcase with a teddy, the nameplate said

Property of the family of Lux

The way it’s written is annoying since maybe it’s the last name of a family, or it could refer to the children of a person named lux regardless, I don’t know. Moving on, I continued to look and check nameplates, but there was nothing different as far as I could see. At the same time, the kid was still following me and admiring the museum. At this point, the exhibit so memorises it that it’s stopped trying to be stealthy.

While looking around, I see it in my vision “l guess god loves” I came across an astral feather in a showcase “with this, I should finally be able to tell time.”

GROOOOOWL

I think I heard this sound like thunder was in someone’s stomach. Then I soon see the kid behind me rushing out. Ahh, I see it must be hungry. Wait, crap, to be honest, I don’t even know if this kid lives here. Does it even know where to get food? I should check on it.

It seems the kid ran from here to outside the house “damn is it going to run into the snow again” I now run to give chase to it. Still, I don’t see it running into the snow as I exit the house, so I check the area around the house, and as I approach the back of the house, I hear munching, so I start to slow down.

I see that the kid did know where the fruits were and were cramming one of the disgusting oversized fruits. “Damn, this kid can eat” one of those fruits can do me an entire day, and it’s devouring it whole.

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But then the kid fell on its back “ahh, the aftertaste probably kicked in” I went up to check on the kick, and it was passed out. “I can’t leave it outside, so I’ll take it inside”, so I picked the child up and decided to bring it to its bed.

After that, I went back to the museum to see if I could find anything else of note. I couldn’t find anything else. I also checked the feathers in two colours to figure out the time of day and what month it was. It seems I am still in early Aquarius, so when I passed out the first time, at most 2to 4 days passed, but it also could have only been one and right now, it seems to be early in the night it’s probably 10 pm.

So now that I’ve been around this whole house io can say there were not any traces of a third person, I have no idea who brought us to the beds when we first got here, and after today, I’m not sure whether or not the kid lives here it’s never been to the museum, and it seems freaked out by me but is also watching me like I’m some new kind of creature to it has the kid never seen another human before but there are adult male and female clothes here I need answers from the kid, but I need a way for it to warm up to me since it’s so scared “what to do”.

Wait a minute; an idea just hit me “I’m a genius.”

There is something I need to check, so I head to the garden behind the house. After examining the fruit, the kid ate, I found what I was looking for seeds. Now I can continue with my plan. Starting tomorrow, I will begin the “woo the child with good-tasting food” plan.

 

Captivates log of the house

Type: Mansion

Size: medium

Floors: two

Structure

First Floor: upon entering the front door, there is a hallway to the stairs. As you walk forward to your left and right, there are two large sections. Left has the kitchen and dining rooms. The right has the library. Directly between the two curving staircases to the second floor is the museum area.

Second floor: upon climbing the stairs, you will see two-door one to the right and left most sides. The right door leads to the child’s bedroom, while the left one leads to the bathroom. On the second floor, there are multiple rooms with nothing inside. Then at the back of the second floor, there is the master bedroom (one where I awoke). It has a balcony and drawers with mainly male clothes. Other rooms of note are the study, the storage room, and the walk-in closet.

Outside: the mansion has green pastures, and the snowstorm rages around a dome-like area of the house. Behind the house, a small garden grows giant gourd-shaped fruits.

 

One month later

Comfy, this bed is heavenly, I think to myself as I awake. So I got up and put on my third set of clothes since I could find more after going through the closet and told my wife good morning. Then I say, “time to start my daily routine”, as I exit the bedroom.

After leaving the room, I go to the toilet like I always thought it’s weird not having to brush my teeth since, for some reason, the giant fruits food particles don’t stay in my mouth, and I doubt any Bactria could survive in this extreme cold so no plague can form. After that, I go downstairs to read 30 books which is the daily limit I set for myself so that I can continue my plan.

The amaze the kid with my fantastic food plan. so now I go to the back garden where the fruits have been planted, grab one, then bring it to the kitchen, and I continue trying to cook the fruits in some way, so it tastes good.

The fruits are in a gourd shape, and the bottom compartment of the fruit has a giant sack of water in it. It's enough water to do me for an entire day. They also defrost extremely quickly, which has helped me quite a bit.

The kitchen had no food in it but lots of seasoning and spice a ridiculous amount, to be honest, so for the last month, I have been trying to find some combination to make this food taste good, but it has been to no avail but today shall be a new day.

So, after trying a new combination, “it’s now time to taste it”, so after taking a bit, all I can feel is disgust “crap, it didn’t work this time,” is what I say before passing out due to the taste.

When I awake, I see the kid’s face rather. But then it screams loud and runs away in fear it seems I came up to get a good look at me when I passed out it’s been doing that a lot since I have been passing out constantly for the last month, so it’s been watching me constantly cooking though it hasn’t come close to me when I’m conscious yet.

“Well, I should just try again,” I say as I get up; I still have a few tries left before the day is over since I usually get knocked out for two hours when the aftertaste kicks in, which I was able to find out by checking the feather before and after tasting it. It usually takes me two hours for my daily reading, about 1 hour for the cooking, and 8 hours of sleep and the rest of my time is spent unconscious due to the taste. Due to this, I taste about six to seven dishes a day.

-Break-

“That's the sixth dish today,” I say as I get up from the floor “, so another six failures today” well, now to end my day. Since the fruits, after being removed from the ground, spoil rather quickly, I go take the leftovers and refrigerate them for later since, thankfully, the fridge works.

 

But after I do that, I take the seed from the fruit, I ate today and plant it in the garden behind the house. Surprisingly it only takes 3 weeks for one of these giant fruits to grow, but they spoil very quickly, and they all only come with one seed, so I guess there is a trade-off to everything.

 

I have noticed that none of the fruits has gone missing, which has bothered me since there should be a third person here. Does this mean that whoever brought us here has left?

 

Then I usually take the kid who is passed out behind the house due to eating one of the fruits to bed and then get ready to go. “I might’ve failed today, but I still have a good bit of time. I’ll try again tomorrow,” I say as I kiss my special jar goodnight.

 

Ten months later

 

“Do we only exist to fail and suffer”

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