Venglacium

"Meum Numen, quaeso, aedificare mea bellator glacies, et nunquam sit eos incidunt."

My eyes flew open, the world around me blindingly bright. The words flow through me and animate me, giving me power, giving me life. I remember nothing of before, only darkness. I suppose I am alive now? Or am I just a statue of ice to be used?

That is what the spell is for, of course. A simple yet effective one at that. Sculpt a statue of any material you like and bestow life upon it. A creature is created, simple minded and sharing one conscious with any other golem created with the same enchantment. There were quite a few in dragonhome, faceless, dragon-shaped rocks made for cleaning or defense. A couple lived elsewhere, and I was one of the few in the Starfall Isle. Created for cleaning, or to guard, or to gather.

I am aware that this is all I am for, and I am happy with that; it is not like I can feel anything, that is not the point. I am a mere servant.

And yet.

Looking at the glittering scales on my hands, I can't help but admire the dedication put into my form. It would have been much simpler to just create a smooth surface, but each part of me was carved to near perfection. A mouth? Eyes? Why on Sornieth did my creator waste time on me? What am I, a little ice golem, needed for?

I look foward, and a purple dragon looks back at me kindly, with a sense of pride radiating off of him like heat. Was this the one who made me? Questions I shouldn't have swirled in my head.

"Hello"

I stood at attention. Defective or misbehaving golems were often destroyed, and I would feel guilty for making this dragon destroy such craftsmanship. I quick glanced at a nearby window, and saw that the sun was about to set. I set my eternal clock accordingly. "Good afternoon, sir, how may I be of assistance?"

The purple dragon hesitated before laughing loudly. Didn't I say that correctly? Was my voice too high? Why was I questioning everything?!

"My goodness, you are the epitome of golems, aren't you? After I had altered the spell so much, too!" He chuckled.
"A-altered?"
"Yeah! I didn't like the emotional restrictions that were placed on the spell to 'keep golems complacent', so I removed it. Not well enough, clearly."
"But, that could have backfired, sir. You put yourself at risk of being exposed to high levels of magic, which your body probably couldn't sustain."

"Eh, C'est la vie.” He shrugged. “Ah, I almost forgot! I am King Raja, and I would like it if you referred to me as such. ‘His majesty’ works too, I suppose, although that’s less a necessity and more of a social norm around here.” He looked towards a table at the end of the room, which had an assortment of materials on them; a Petri dish, a few stones glowing blue, and what looked like a meteorite of some sorts. The blue stones gave me a bit of a nervous feeling, but otherwise I saw nothing of interest.

“Well, I need to make a few more golems. Why don’t you go explore? Get to know your surroundings!”

I studied the supposed King’s face. A pleasant sparkle was in his eye, yet it sat next to something worse... almost desperate? The rest of his face was unreadable, as it was with most faes. His fins sparked, and the headdress he wore shook when he adjusted them. After I gave a polite goodbye, I walked out into a larger room and sat by a window, overlooking a vast ocean. The sparkling waves rose and fell like leaves in the wind. Everything felt off about the whole situation.

His majesty still hadn't given me orders.