24. The Ring

24

THE RING

I think to myself how these hosts are very interesting. I haven't been this entertained in quite some time. Meetha, the Mistress of Death, seals me in an envelope and mails me closer to my destination.

Ah, what a delightful little romp this is. Humans never cease to amaze me with their capacity for cruelty and debauchery. This Meetha—now she's a special one. A purna masquerading as a human, playing games with mortals and immortals alike. Truly inspired.

The darkness envelops me as Meetha seals the envelope. Her fingers linger for a moment, tracing my curves one last time. I can almost taste her reluctance to part with me. But she knows, as I do, that my journey isn't over yet.

"Off you go, little ring," she whispers. "May you find even more interesting hosts on your travels."

I feel myself being jostled, tossed into a sack with other parcels. The rhythmic sway tells me we're on the move. Ah, the open road again. Or sky. Or sea. It matters little to me.

As I settle among mundane parcels and letters, I call upon the subtle magic within me to mask my presence. A clever disguise ensures those ignorant of my power sense nothing amiss.

My thoughts drift back to Jarvil, that pathetic excuse for a thief. His greed makes him such an easy mark. I chuckle to myself, recalling how his ambitions flare and extinguish so easily in my grasp—a spark snuffed by his own greed. And Milkor, the demon trapped in elf's clothing—now there's an entertaining fellow. I wonder how he's faring as Meetha's newest pet.

Ah, the contrast between them is stark. Jarvil represented the raw and greedy ambitions of mortals, while Milkor embodied an unpredictable wildness that keeps the game fresh. I ponder what role he'll play upon my return.

The carriage rattles on, each bump bringing me closer to my next adventure. What delicious chaos awaits me at my new destination? Will it be another power-hungry mortal? A creature of myth and legend? Or perhaps something entirely new?

Meetha's clever manipulations certainly set the bar high for my next host. What will fill the void she leaves behind? Her delightful blend of cruelty and cunning is a rare treat. I almost regret parting ways with such an entertaining purna—almost.

The carriage jolts, reminding me of my current predicament. Trapped in darkness, surrounded by mundane parcels and letters. How dreadfully dull. Yet, in this stillness lies a potential energy, waiting to be unleashed. Patience is a virtue I've cultivated over centuries. My next adventure awaits, and anticipation is half the fun.