The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter X | Functional Magic

Another morning came around. The opaque windows lit the inside of Tyler's room. This time around, he was the one wondering what he'd wear today. After the bath last night he hadn't even bothered to put clothes on before collapsing on the bed.

He got up from the bundle of blankets in which he was wrapped in. Tyler gazed at his naked body and grinned at the sight of a completely healed, scar-less stomach.

This whole magic thing really has its advantages, he thought to himself.

He walked over to the closet and opened the gray wooden doors. He studied the content that hung inside and pulled out an exact copy of he had been wearing the day before, except this one was freshly cleaned.

He threw everything on the bed except the underwear, which he kept in his hand.

Tyler studied the tight fabric and sighed. He wondered how on earth he would put them on since the sun wasn't the only thing that had risen with the morning.

After a cold shower, a few minutes of struggling, and a lot of deep breathing he finally came out of the room, fully dressed in his white linen attire.

Synthia and Caleb greeted him from downstairs, both also dressed in the same clothing from the day before.

As he descended, he noticed the entire room smelled delicious. In fact, it smelled better than anything he had ever smelt before in his entire life.

"For the sake of Jesus Christ," he exclaimed, "what's that smell?"

"Don't even bother to say hello, gee. And it's hot cocoa. I found a bag and it tastes like heaven," Synthia said.

Caleb tilted his head. "Can we even say Jesus Christ anymore? Seeing that we're descendants of mythological gods and all..."

"It's just an expression," Tyler answered, making his way through them and into the kitchen, "no need to sweat it."

He poured himself a cup of hot cocoa and took it between his hands, with the same tenderness one might have while carrying a newborn baby. He brought the beverage to his lips and sipped it, moaning as the drink went down his throat.

"Heavenly," he said.

"Again, not sure you can say that."

Tyler chuckled.

After completing their breakfast, the crew headed out of the room and towards the library, while having the usual small talk that they had while they roamed the halls.

"I mean, how crazy is it that the building itself is alive?" She inquired. "The lilac dress I had when he got here? The bricks swallowed it and somehow spewed it out of my closet cleaned."

"To be honest it kind of freaks me out," Tyler answered, grimacing. "I've been thinking, and if the room is alive, does it means it creeps on us while we're in the bathroom?"

Synthia laughed and nudged Tyler in the arm.

"Come on, tell me you haven't thought about that," Tyler insisted.

Synthia shook her head with a grin.

"Caleb? Help me out here man."

Caleb remained silent. His eyes were cautious, judgy.

"Caleb?" Asked Synthia. Her voice was soothing, like when she had dealt with him after finding out his mother had lied to him.

Caleb took a few seconds before turning to her. They stopped walking.

"What's wrong?" She inquired.

"I..." Caleb said. He looked around. He seemed confused, almost nervous.