Sapphyra [Adult Superhero Progression]

This is dumb.

I managed to make my way to Lake Reversal, and though the scenery was very beautiful, it was also not what I needed.

The purple grass tickled my feet as I walked along the banks of the lake. Its waters were crystal clear, and the sediment at the bottom was a light shade of purple, almost lavender. While it was colorful, I failed to see how this lake could be called Reversal.

I kept walking until I hit a small patch of fog. In the fog, I made out a form. A feminine shape.

I almost thought I was hallucinating until I heard a soft humming coming from the shape.

I took a few steps further, but then I got pissed off. I did not have time to play games in freaking fog.

My wings stretched out and flexed rapidly, trying to clear the fog away. Well, it worked. The fog quickly cleared, but the feminine shape, who in fact turned out to be a woman, was nearly blown away.

Whoops!

She started to tumble back with the force of my winds, but I stopped and quickly sprang into action to catch her before she fell into the water.

“Sorry about that,” I said, holding her in my arms. “I almost thought you were an illusion.”

“Oh, well, that’s quite all right,” she softly said as I set her down safely on the grass. “Usually, I’m out here all by myself, so it’s nice to have a little company. What was your name, dear?”

“My name? Oh, it’s Sapphyra. And you?”

“Oh, I have a couple names, but the people here call me Caprisha.”

I scratched the top of my head, looking down at this very normal-looking woman. She was dressed in a beige pantsuit with a woven basket in her hand, full of plants, mushrooms, and flowers. Her purple hair was cut into a bob that hung just below her ears, and her big brown eyes were calm yet inviting. Her frame was average. Not too skinny, not too big.

Yet for the life of me, I couldn’t quite picture her as a goddess.

Then again, I guess they come in all shapes and sizes.

“You look like you’re trying to decipher if I’m actually Caprisha. Am I right?”

I quickly blushed and scratched behind my head.

“You got me. Sorry.”

“Oh, no need for apologies! I’m quite used to it by now. My cabin’s over this way, if you want to come in and sit for a spell. You look tired.”

I tried not to frown as this woman quickly called me out.

“You know what? Sitting down sounds like a great idea.”

We walked through a small grove of trees. Actual trees, not just mushrooms that looked like trees. I was actually surprised.

At the end of the dirt road, there was a small cabin sparsely decorated on the outside with vines and brightly colored flowers. I think the walls were white once upon a time, but it was hard to tell now.

She opened the door and took me inside, and I was immediately hit with the feeling of walking into a grandmother’s house.

The furniture was dated. It looked like it belonged in the seventies, and all the chairs in the living room were covered with plastic wrap. The walls had various decorations ranging from kitty cat clocks to motivational sayings and many more.

“Sorry about the mess,” she said as she took a seat and gestured for me to sit across from her.

I looked around, checking for the mess in question, but the only thing that was messy in this house, from what I could see, was her decorating skills.

And that’s saying something coming from me.

“Oh, I’ll get us a pot of tea. I think I left it on before I left. Hold on.”

She said that, then steadily headed toward the kitchen. As soon as she got in, the sound of a wailing teapot went off, and the most perfect aroma of jasmine hit my nose.

I nearly cried.

I’m not much of a tea drinker, but there’s something about the scent of jasmine that just brings back memories. I think Wyatt and I used to drink this tea as a celebration after really hard missions, but I can’t remember why.

I quickly wiped the budding tears from my face. The last thing I needed was for my new possible friend to catch me in an emotional state, especially when I was coming here to ask her for help.

“So what seems to be the problem?” she asked as she brought in a teacup in each hand.

She placed a modest-sized teacup in front of me and brought over a bowl of sugar.

“The problem is that I want to help both capps and descendants, but it seems almost impossible.”

She nodded as I explained.

“Oh, how do you take your tea? One scoop or two scoops?”

“Just one scoop is fine. I’m not much of a sweet girl.”

She nodded, gave me one scoop for my tea, and I took one sip.

I immediately melted into the plastic couch, feeling it stick against my scales.

“Oh my god, this tea is so good!”

“Thank you. As for your plight…” She paused, mulling her thoughts over. “I understand your desire to help both people, but it may require something you haven’t thought of yet.”

“Something I haven’t thought of? Like what?” I asked, taking another sip of this delicious tea.

“Well, for me, the way I helped the capps was simple. I set up a board, and I let them stick things to the board. And by things, I mean sticks, leaves, whatever they could really get up there. It was symbolic in nature, really. What mattered was not the object, but the intent behind the object.”

“A wish.”

“One simple wish. They would stick it on the board, and then someone would come along and take it off the board and hear it.”

“Okay, and then what happened?”

Why did I feel like I was being read a bedtime story?

“Well, another person would come and pick up the wish, and if they wanted to fulfill it, then they would be given the tools to do so, including the knowledge required to gain it.”

I looked at her like she had three heads.

“I’m sorry?”

“So, if somebody wished to make a rocket and go to outer space?” She smiled and took another sip from her cup. “Then if someone else came along and wanted to build the rocket ship, they would have been given the knowledge to become an engineer, and the knowledge of where to find the materials and technology to build the ship. And someone else would have come along with the knowledge to power said ship.”

She paused.

“At least, that’s how I think it would go. But honestly, the capp people are not that difficult with their wishes, I should say. They mainly wanted the basic things. Shelter. Food. Safety. And a place for their children to grow.”

I took in her words, and then things started to make sense.

“So that’s why you have farming here? And actual trees and plants, not just mushrooms growing?”

She nodded.

“Yes, now you’re understanding it!”

“So you’re saying that in order to bridge the gap between capps and descendants, I have to tell them how to make wishes? Geez, maybe I should go get a fountain and a bunch of coins.”

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“You jest, but do not knock it until you try it. I mean, what else have you got to lose at this point?”

I hated to say it, but she had a point.

I sighed and stood up.

“Thank you for the tea.”

She looked up at me.

“Where are you going now?”

I stretched.

“I guess I’m going to go find a board and put it up in Cyran City. This should go excellent. I expect nothing to go wrong whatsoever.”

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