34 Living Arrangements (1/2)

Fang regained his sense as the bird stared at him. He looked back at the bird, muttering about the unfairness of life. Sighing, he just accepted the turn of events.

”So... Lord Vermillion Sparrow... how do you think we should do things?” he spoke.

The scarlet colored sparrow squinted quizzically.

”I don't know. However you want to do things is fine by me as long as there is enough food,” it chirped back.

Fang's face twitched. Was this really how a mythical existence should be?

Bowing low, he agreed to the requests made.

”Very well. I plan to farm here anyway, so I shall allow you to take part in the harvest and the subsequent feast. In return just help me to plant some food and make sure critters don't get in here. If you want, we can sign a soul contract,” Fang spoke.

The bird appeared to consider his proposal. Nodding, it assented.

”That's perfect! Here!” it chirped again.

Immediately a scroll of fire formed in Fang's mind.

[Do you wish to establish a Mutual Contract with the Vermillion Sparrow?]

'Yes,' Fang agreed.

[Done. Alliance formed]

Fang breathed a sigh of relief as the overbearing contract disappeared.

”So it's done! Now let's get to work!” the bird chirped.

Fang sighed. Nodding, he began making wave-like movements with his hands. The very earth shifted beneath his feet as the mountain was reformed.

A simple wooden house slowly constructed itself from strong and fortified wood. It was made from a special type of refined mountain wood that was stronger than metal and more durable during storms.

The very ground shifted to reveal large rows of fresh soil, in long lines, stretching into a large plot. A small river ran through the cracks in the rock before turning into a waterfall. The picturesque scene was idyllic and peaceful as Fang continued his reshaping of the land.

The birds and beasts began to sing in a joyous song as their homeland was transformed into something with far greater splendor than they could have ever imagined. The sparrow chirped the loudest and it's warbling voice rose above the others, the king of the birds.