“So, to answer some questions. You are propably eager to know a lot of things. And i really mean a loooot of them, right? So lets get this started. What do you want to know Martin?”, John said with a bit of a annoyed voice. While he seemed like the kind of being that would enjoy explaining his deeds, he seemingly didnt really like to talk about his people in general.
“First of all, whats a archetype? What do you mean with your Patriarch? And what kind of beings are you guys to begin with?”, i asked swiftly while trying to get my mind straight. It was kinda hard for me back then. Everything was so new to me – it seemed like i discovered something as the first person ever and i should get to know everything about it so that i could share later on. From my pov that i have right now i can say that i wasnt totally wrong with that, but i wasnt totally right either.
“We are starting right there? Really?”, he said while rolling his eyes. “You humans really dont know anything about Anils, huh? Its amazing how little the self-proclaimed master-race of the earth knows about its inhabitants. Now, im not trying to to judge you, dont worry. We Anils did a lot of shitty stuff aswell, yes. Thats what we do, mostly. Atleast some of us. Now to answer the questions, yes. What would you think what i would be if you wouldnt have known about Anils?”.
“I would have thought you are a fox.”, i said to John.
“Exactly. A fox. And thats pretty much my archetype.”, he said while making himself comfortable on a tree trunk. “We dont really call it fox, we call ourselves Kitsune. Thats pretty much the same though, only in japanese. We kitsunes love japanese culture. Thats were we originate from after all.”
“So you guys are like japanese?”, i asked him. As an answer to that he laughed loudly.
“Thats not really it Martin. The archetypes represent different kind of fundaments for us Anils. Anils are all based on animals of the earthly wildlife. My archetype is based on foxes. We are not all born in japan. My ancestors are from Scottland. Its more about the culture that we embrace. We believe in the great nine-tailed fox spirit. Hes our god. And we are his children, the kitsune.”, John explained.
“We got the abilities of a fox and also sometimes possess abilities that you humans say the great fox spirit also possesses, like shapeshifting.”
“Interesting. So you are like a race of Anils that is based on the fox spirit.”, i tried to sum his explanaitions up.
“Something like that. And the Patriarch is something like our leader and our highest religious figure. He decides what our kind while do in a more general sense. If he says that we want to go public with our existence then we do just that. Its that simple. We follow, we dont question. Thats how it usually works.”, he said while rolling his eyes again.
“Usually?”, i asked, while trying not to look to sceptical.
“Yep. Do you humans know that kind of thing too? Some of us grew tired of our great leaders and did our own thing. Its more of a general rule to many out there these days, we dont follow every little thing that the Patriarch is saying anymore. We got lazy”.
“Yes, we humans kinda know that phenomenon”, i said while sitting down on the tree trunk to him. Could it be that our people are not all that different?
“So, John, what are you doing then? I mean, like, for work? You guys do work, right?”
“Oh absolutely. Im a wood cutter.”, he said to me while grining. His eyes were full with pride and i immediately noted in my head that i shouldnt say anything negative about his job.
“Thats… a nice job. You provide the wood for your living places and all that stuff, right?”, i asked him while trying to not insult him in any way.
“Yeah, something like that. We live underground and we use the wood to reinforce our caves-”
Suddenly, he stopped talking mid-sentence. He swiftly moved around with eyes wide open. His long, furry ears were moving like little satelitte dishes.
“Sorry Martin, got to go. Seems like something came up.”, he jumped up from the trunk.
“Can we talk again sometime?”, i asked him.
“Sure, im here at this place like every day. The wood isnt cutting itself.” Right after saying those last few words he ran away through the bushes, seemingly in a hurry. As i know today, he was running late to get back from work to his home-cave. I-
“W-What?”, Martin startled up from his desk where he had written down texts of history. “What is it Julia?”, he shouted through his apartment.
“I cant find the remote. Where did you put it?”, the female voice shouted back at him.
“One second, im coming!”, he quickly added the last few lines to his text before getting up and leaving the room. While he went out of them room he glanced over to the window where he was able to see the boy of the apartment next to his, sitting on his desk in his apartment infront of a computer, as usual. ‘That boy… Does he ever do anything else?’, Martin asked himself before closing the door to his workroom.