“Man has always looked for the cure for all ills in esoteric things. Every anomaly in nature and they associate it with healing powers never thought of before. Man has gone to the farthest reaches of the world to find answers to these unknowns of life.”
Morweel listened intently to the bored Professor Gil.
“There are animals like the rhinoceros that many Europeans thought were unicorns or whales that were sea monsters. But he fought the fear to get their horns or skins, to find immortality.”
Morweel nudged his dozing companion, who stirred uncomfortably and raised his hand in annoyance.
“Yes, tell me, Mr. Monc," said Professor Gil, surprised that anyone would ask.
“Could you tell me about the Morrona?”
“What do you want to know specifically? Their healing properties? Are they snakes or earthworms?”
“Well...” Monc looked at Morweel, but Morweel looked in the other direction. “I want to know about all that stuff he said and if they are snakes.”
The whole class laughed in amusement.
Professor Gil did his best to break the stupor by talking about the Morrona again.
“As anthropologists, it is fascinating to delve into the culture and legends of a people. Well, the thing about the Morrona is this:
Many people classify it as a snake, but it is not. It is a reptile, we agree, so it could not be considered an earthworm. It is a blind reptile because its eyes are tiny, and it lives underground and uses ant nests for nesting, in short, it is a fossilized animal that lives by digging.
It is very difficult to see its reproductive acts or its habits in the wild. It had the physiognomy of a snake, but it is not a snake.
What attracts people's attention is that it looks like two heads. Somehow people think it is immortal and use its components to make supposedly healing drinks.”
Morweel had left the classroom, having heard enough to burst out laughing in the middle of the hallway. He liked to go to those special classes and listen to the stupid things the professor said. Only he knew the reason for it, he was amused by the idea of people seeking immortality with mystical drinks. He also enjoyed going to the professor's classes on the history of chemistry and listening to the alchemists' long search for a way to turn lead into gold.
“What is so funny, young man?" said Professor Mendez from the particle physics class. “You're making fun of Professor Gil, that's for sure.”
“Sorry, Professor, I just enjoy hearing your stories.”
“It's good to know where we come from, even if it's from madness. For science was born out of the folly of men who thought things were this way, only to find that they were not.”
Morweel continued to laugh.
“Well, yes, it is true. The race for immortality and wealth.”
Professor Mendez nodded.
“Even in particle physics some are trying to find a cheaper way to turn lead into gold so they can create more efficient particle accelerators. They claim to be searching for the Higgs boson. It is not enough for them to have found it, they keep searching under the pretext of finding the solution to the theory of everything.”
Morweel laughed out loud and could be heard throughout the corridor.
“You shouldn't underestimate people's faith," the professor said.
“I'm sorry," but he still laughed.
He had to leave too, he couldn't stand the laughter. Esoteric drinks, alchemy in search of gold and immortality, particle accelerators, the theory of everything. Too many connections to bear. He had to lock himself in a bathroom stall to laugh.
Just then, Monc entered the bathroom with the face of a few friends.
“You should stop laughing at his stories.”
“You're going to tell me that you don't think it's funny what they do to look for something so easy to find.”
Monc looked around the booth in disgust.
“Tell me you don't see how crazy this all sounds," Morweel said and left the booth. “I mean, like a simple two-headed snake, you're going to give them immortality.”
“It's not a snake," Monc said.
“I don't care, it sounds hilarious," Morweel washed his face.
“That is not why we came, Morweel. We came to guide you.”
Morweel raised an eyebrow, remembering his purpose.
“Guiding sheep is much easier than leading them. They kill each other and even take their own lives when they can't find the faith to sustain them. I find it very difficult to lead them.”
“Do I have to remind you what our mission is?" Monc tapped his fingers on the cabin door. “And the consequences if we don't.”
“Ohhh! We will cease to exist for disobeying," Morweel danced through the stinking, childish bathroom. “I think if we interfere, the result will be worse. You haven't seen the story of time travel, it makes you laugh too.”
Monc showed his grumpy face.
“Dedicate yourself to finding a human smart enough to guide you.”
The boy turned a deaf ear to his companion's demands.
“Find the Nicolas Flamel!
to discover the panacea!
A rather strange mission
Who will be smart enough?
They are all idiots
Hopelessly hopeless
Playing blind man's buffalo
A rather strange mission
To give them a special story
A story was different from ours.
Isn't it?
Multiple possibilities
Fulfilling the uncertainty principle.”
Monc came out of the bathroom annoyed, but before he left he had changed form. He was no longer a student, but an old man in disheveled clothes.
“Nice disguise," Morweel said.
But he also changed shape, becoming a blonde, attractive, and flirtatious girl.
“Let's see who we fooled! Because the world sucks enough trying to fix it.”
She came out of the bathroom swaying her hips sensually and extravagantly.
Cover and Banner made in Canva; Author's own image taken with Xiaomi Redmi Note 9 S, Separators made in photoshop
