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// Waking Up Part Two 
// Story: Power Lottery 
// by Khanathara 
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"Gaahhhg" Based on the sound that I just made to wake myself up I know without a doubt that the whatever dimensional beings watching me know that I feel horrid... Or maybe they don't... I don't really care.

That said I rolled over in my bed to try and get comfy and maybe a few more hours of sleep, only to discover that I was on the very edge as I fell onto my back. Annoyingly the floor was hard stone, but it was a thankfully short fall.

Wait... Stone floor and short bed don't add up to MY bed but someone else bed, floor, and house. Those thoughts in my head I stared up at the ceiling trying to remember what happened the day before only for a migraine to tell me I got hit in the side of the head with a goddamn Smash-ball and the rest of what happened coalesced to make in my gray matter to make the migraine even worse.

The hell did my brain just say?



I don't know how long I just laid there on the floor, but I am quite confident that I fell asleep for at least an hour because my migraine was now just a headache. 

I rolled over onto my fe-hooves, hooves. Gotta make sure I remember that. Just like before standing and walking was shaky but easier than I thought it should be. Now, with hooves under me instead of above me I looked around the room I was in and... It has an awkward look that just doesn't blend. The room looked like someone tried to mix grandiose and gaudy with minimalist and spartan.

In the room were precisely three objects, the bed I fell off of, a Vanity, and a Wardrobe. The room itself was a large rectangular cube with a rather plain wooden door, the walls were blank gray brick until about three-fourths of the way up where they had paintings from the ceiling down and seemed to try and tell some kind of story.

Said story had an obvious start at the top left corner of the wall opposite of the door and wrapped around the room slowly moving downwards. A large indecipherable being was the start of the painting and preceded to make its way to a depiction of the sun and moon, plants, plant animals, animals, conflicts, and mythical creatures. Or from what I saw before I got smashed upside the head, they were just creatures here, not mythical. The painting currently ended with a falling star and a city built around the crater where it fell.

The painting confirms only one thing for me though, and that is the fact that the bed, vanity, and wardrobe definitely don't belong in this room and were probably added either before I was moved here or while I was being moved here. Wait a moment, taking a closer look to the paintings current end it looks like someone was adding to it not too long ago.

'Doesn't matter now, I can ask about the painting latter' I thought to myself as I made my way to the vanity to use the mirror and get a proper look at what is now me. 

In the mirror I saw the expected snowy-blue fur and only reveled to me what my face looked like as the I knew what the rest of me looked like already. My face was with only a little doubt that of a horse. Why a little doubt? Well, my eyes were like a cats or snakes, only bright pink. Now having eyes of unusual colors was something I had imagined before just not pink, cause, well... pink and eye used together usually refer to something... gross.

Aside from my eyes and face I could now see my horns as well. They were a light blue that faded into a stark white and had a constant stream of something (magic maybe?) coming off the tips of them flowing straight up or following the movements of my head. 

I don't know why but my eyes were drawn to my mane, something seemed off. Was... Wasn't my mane larger the first time I looked at it? Or is it just the angle I was looking at it from?

I turned to look at my tail only to stop as the muffled clip-clopping of hooves on stone brought my attention to the door, and thirty-two seconds later, (yes I counted) the door opened to show a cyan horse with a rainbow mane and tail that was around half my size and wearing what I would call cleric robes, another horse that was also around half my size with a chestnut brown coat and a light gray mane and tail in unmistakable adventuring gear you would see in any fantasy setting, and behind them was a Minotaur that was taller than me and he (based on the lack of breast) was wearing a blue and yellow kilt and nothing else from what I could see

"-ot insulting you Glorious, you are one of the best healers there are among mortals. But the Neph-" The brown stallion, unless his voice is deceiving, was saying only to be cut off as the Minotaur put his hand over his mouth and pointed at me.

"Ah yer awake. Me name's Hardiar Steadyeye." The Minotaur introduced himself while walking up to me and holding out his hand. With him now right in front of me I could clearly see that he was at least a full foot, maybe two foot taller than me. Not wanting to be rude I reached out with a hoof to shake his hand and immediately regretted it, not because of the usual reason of almost getting an arm, or leg in this case, ripped off or crushed but because I felt an unfamiliar energy run through me that felt similar to an electrical shock. 

"Tay were bringin' me in to take a look at cha. 'ake sure yer all healin' good and proper. Now stay still in'less I move ya." Hardiar added once that hand/hoof shake was done. He then grabbed my head to turn it with the practiced ease of an experienced doctor to look at the spot where I got clobbered. The giant then moved to my back leg reminding me that I shouldn't have been walking on it with the break it had, only for me to find it seemed to be fully healed. 

The only thing I would complain about was the fact that everywhere he touched that electric shock feeling would spread from the same spot. He stood and gave me a slap on the back, causing that electric feeling again. "Far as I c'n tell yer all fine. Now if'n you'll es'cuse me, the God o' wind 'n I got a storm to brew up." The Minotaur said and with a flash of light and the sound of thunder he was gone, the only evidence that he was here being the ringing in my ears and the quickly fading burn on the floor.

I brought a hoof up to rub at my ears in the hopes of getting the ringing to go away faster. The only thing that kept me from being pissed at the guy being that he can apparently travel by lightning and the other two in the room where rubbing at their ears as well.

The stallion recovered the same time I did. At least to the point that we could hear, the ringing was still there. The stallion walked up to me and with a slight bow he introduced himself. "My name is Scout, The God of Travelers." My first thought is to sarcastically introduce myself as the god of assholes, the only reason I didn't was because that Minotaur, Hardiar, disappeared in a flash of lighting and said something about brewing a storm with another god. 'Not to mention his touch was literally electric.' 

So instead of questioning him I returned his bow and introduced myself. "Greetings, my name is... Olin?" 'Shit, terrible time to remember that I've forgotten my name. Let's hope he buys it, and did I seriously say Greetings? Who the hell says greetings?'

"You don't sound too confident about that." A decidedly female voice said bringing my attention to the other occupant of the room as she walked up to us. 'If I recall correctly her name was said when they entered, uhh Glory? Or something like that.' "My name's Glorious Praise, (Close enough) it is good to properly meet you." 

"Would you like a tour of the temple? Maybe the city after?" Scout asked. 

"Oh.. uh, sure." And with that we made to leave the room. I took a brief look at the room over my shoulder and nearly jumped out of my skin as the being that was shown in the painting seemed to be mere millimeters from my face and disappeared after I blinked. 

I looked up to the painting again feeling far less safe than I did before. 'Heh heh, it... uh, it was just a trick of the light. Yeah, definitely.' I unconvincingly lied to myself.