Donald scratched his head through his shaggy hair.
"But what? What's there to question. You slept with him, he got attached. It happens. What's the problem?" None of this made any sense to Donald. He also didn't know anything about the pantheon except that Earth talked to him.
A tall Asian woman stepped into the room. She surveyed through slanted black eyes and sighed. "I'm Arun. For awhile, I will be your teacher. If you permit, I can also be your friend. I'm an Earth witch, and descend from the original Earth lady line. As you also should know, Dawn is the future Light lady. Any questions so far?"
She'd gone, but the garden remained. He still had a physical form. Perhaps she was supporting it still with her mind. He looked up at the sky and bathed himself in the red light. The soft droplets of rain mixed with the salty tears that dabbled his face.
The thunder slowed, and stopped. It seemed Dawn had almost given him as garden of light, and in his disembodied state, his power had no limit. He could not be strained by the energy he used because he has no physical form.
He held out his hand, palm down, and lifted it slowly, he felt the weight of the Earth following it. The crystals pulled themselves from the ground and began forming into one cohesive shape. A small mansion. If he was going to be stuck here, he was going to make it comfortable.
He fingered the sword that layed by his side. Would he get to keep it? Probably not. It was a symbol of what he would become much later on in his life, it wasn't even real, but it felt real.