Chapter Twenty

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Swooning as the savory crimson ran down her throat, the electric quality of the essence renewed the seeress with greater energies, stronger perception, a vision reflecting universal wisdom. Crackling down her throat, the invisible qualities of the crimson renewed the lost, the faded glory of what once was before the many cycles weighed her down, closer to the origin of her species, drawing her back into the land, itself.

Streaming down her throat, the red fluid elucidating the qualities of the life bringer, the tangible qualities of the ancients brought to form. Cautiously, she guided herself down to the nearest pit. Her journey, far from this point, required many moments with the creatures who watched over all. Learning from her past, she understood the requirement to be in a comfortable position, in a death state to avoid aching scales, piercing pain, which continued on to the end cycle.

As swiftly as she placed herself in her tucked in position, the darkness swelled around her, filling the sides of her vision, she fell, crashing onto the silver and blue soil, puffing a glittery cloud into the air before her tiny pinpricks of nostrils pulled some of the dust into herself. Caking her lungs with the skin of this land, the layer enwrapped itself far across the terrain before acquiescing to the acid, putrid fluid filling parts of their land, seas of corrosive acid, swelling and blending into the fringes of the technicolor land, taking in the matter and transmuting it to lifeless sludge.

The elder Seeress felt pulled from her birthplace, from the terrain as her other self, the one lingering, with the spirits, the ancients floating into the heavens. Knowing, what will happen to her, she consciously let herself be guided by this invisible force. In cycles, past, she grew to understand the importance of letting go and allowing the force to direct her.

Originally, the Seeress attempted to direct her movements, to focus where she flew. Time after time, she violently returned to the path, guided as an unruly child, back toward the destination. With her onyx orbs, she witnessed many sites in the expanse above, the location formally described as the home of the ancestors. The flickering lights, the vast stationary smoke fixated upon the dark void, strung across the death cloud as a beacon, illuminating its surroundings.

As the failed attempts piled upon, one another, she found herself upset at the lack of flexibility, distracted by the wisdom gained from the menagerie, truths that the wisest among her kind would die for, placed the permanent death upon others. In her brashness, she fought against the wisdom of these creatures, the power of the words, the message which broke apart the vast ages or lore.

The knowledge of her counterpart, the creature who moved about the world, alone, placed in frightening situations where it appeared incarcerated, attacked by others who restrained it. Separated from its world, as it silently carried on, unwilling to interact with others. The image, the beings presented her, the same creature from her own mind, lurking in the death state of cycles past. Laying in some type of pit with different tubes connected to it, elevated from the ground, separated from the earth as these savage creatures fiddled around her other half, performing who knows what incantations and invocations of the gods of their people to free him from this prison. For innumerous cycles, the connection remained between the two, awakened by the crimson, invigorating her as her knowledge increased.

Complete surrender to their teaching, the Seeress developed a respect for the other creature. Watching it from afar, the celestial beings provided a translation of its dialogue. The rapid, harsh sounds, distant from the rhythmic clicking of her kind, assaulted her, causing her to wince slightly. Each iteration lessened the effect of the being's speech patterns. With this, she began to focus on the content, the struggle against those who chose to disregard his testimony.

Branding him, one who thinks outside the norm of possibility, they all shut him out. Placing him in the most precarious of locations, detached from those closest to him, separated from simple pleasures in life. With noxious chemicals, they sedated him, restraining him in areas even the lesser beings of that world would not reside.

Witnessing the decompensation of this mortal, the Seeress' younger self, mourned him woefully. Each obstacle, placed in his path, he attempted to overcome, yet remained impotent. After each death state, he marched to spread the word of the ones who come before him. The "lizard men" as he called them, move about the land, ever watching, ever vigilant to control the populace. He detailed their factions of control, from the most powerful and influential of his kind, to those who attempted to influence him inside his own dreams, within his own mind.

A prisoner of his own thoughts he swam through consciousness as his thoughts, hazy and distant, fought for their own lucidity, their freedom. With a pain in her thorax, she witnessed the plight of this creature with deep sorrow. Understanding the predicament of someone who maintained the wisdom of the ancients, yet remained unwanted by their own kind, she moved into the world, attempting to share the knowledge gleaned with a deaf response. Her kin, her kind, shunned her. Feigning deafness, they ignored the fevered pitch of her rants.

Seeing her future in this creature, she silently pleaded for those to listen. Only taking on those with an openness for the unknown, a draw to the divine. Seeing divinity in everything, they opened their minds to the possibility of new frontiers, new plains of existence she was forced into. Fortunately, the creatures performed a test to examine one's mettle, before proceeding to share the universal secrets of the multiverse, lest those with the desire for power, the power to control and end all things, become privy to the essential nuances of knowledge, the complexities, the power of the universal constants, magnanimous as she was, she could not share any of these with anyone. Deafened to her each attempt to spread the world of the creatures, all talk ended abruptly.

With every session with these beings of light, they eluded to another power in the multiverse. The one opposite from the destined creatures who traversed the universe, building the structure that continued the perpetual spread of life. Seeding new universes with the discarded remains of the inevitable death, which lingered at the end of the cycle. Not fully understanding the nature of these beings, the Seeress did not proceed in her understanding. Like a waterfall, her tutelage abruptly ended at the start of this new discussion.

For many cycles, she simply watched the other creature grow and develop. Moved to one structure after another, he stopped discussing the images, which passed through his mind. As nothing grew of this form of persuasion, he grew hopeless, finding his solace in the form a bottle filled with putrid liquid. As he inundated his body with this chemical, the detachment grew. Severing completely, he stopped seeing his counterpart many cycles past. The connection deteriorated into nothingness as she watched amidst the company of the beings of light. With this severing, a great pain arose in her abdomen, warming, and filling, causing a hue to spread over her vision. Separating the sharpness of quality, it degraded the brilliance of her land. Seeing only shadows of its former self, she relegated herself into a coma of consciousness.

"Welcome into our presence Cisthian of Tablu." The same being, which spoke to Pligal and Isabella, stated to the Seeress. "Long has it been since you came into our fold. What is it that you wish to discuss."

"You who have the wisdom of countless cycles, I beseech you for some answers," Cisthian replied, turning in the gray encasement as she met each of the creatures surrounding her. Quietly, they regarded her. "I ask you to illuminate why the eron before me has been able to meet with you with his partner. Within my extensive life cycle, I have not been able to encounter my other in this form, yet this young one talks of his discovery of the ancient truths aside his mate." Cisthian paused before stopping at the one who speaks for all. "How is this so?" Quietly she asked, regarding their position, professors of the truth.

"Wise question, Cisthian of Tablu" The orator spoke softly. "We consulted, and we do not know, nothing like this has transpired on any of the other universes. Through collaboration, we discovered the only possible explanation. Their connection, however tenuous before this instance, is stronger than we have ever seen. Watching them, we have begun to see some interesting interchanges."

"What is this you speak of?" Cisthian spoke with uncharacteristic brashness in front of the Knowledge Givers, the Lords of Wisdom.

"The one known as Pligal has been able to withdraw some of the energies from his other. Have you seen the results of this?"

Pausing, Cisthian thought to herself before responding. "He has great intellect, yet I have not seen anything of the sort. However," She said before ruminating further. "There was something about him, this last time." Bringing her onyx eyes downward, she quieted. "He held a strength I have not seen in him. What was this?"

Continuing, the entity that held no gender stated, to the seywaw, "Indeed, he is strong. However, young Cisthian."

Inwardly, the Seeress groaned at the statement of being young. Every time she saw these creatures, they lorded over her with their prodigious life. To Cisthian, youth begat ignorance, the arrogance of the young kept the wisdom of the old. To call one, such as herself, young, meant to place her among the hatchlings of her kind, the ignorant, and the impulsive.

"However, the creature known as Pligal has been drawing too much. His other has started the change. It won't be long, now." It quieted.

"It won't be long for what?" Cisthian asked pensively.

"Before the change comes. Go now. Pligal needs your counsel. Your prodigious wisdom may be able to illuminate a great many things. Be wary, however, as you know power can breed petulance. Guild the child, he may be your only hope against the onslaught."

"Onslaught? Ah, yes." She thought to herself remembering the story, they attempted to tell her.

A time before her severed connection, the days when she saw the nuances of beauty through the orbs she owns. Before the days of darkness, of listless cycles under the bright Terra God. When the world was fresh and new. Now, the onslaught has taken from her. Detached her other, developing a faded aspect of herself, lacking the semblance of brilliance, faded into the gloom of death state.

"Onslaught..." She ruminated, once more. "Destruction." She whispered

At that moment, a blinding light strung around the circle of beings. Time and space stretched as night enveloped her. Moving as the gods touching the land, leaving behind their brilliant trails of light, her spirit plummeted into her body, shocking her scales as they all bathed in light. The normal pain, which dwelt among her feeble frame, swollen scales grinding against one another, the terrible feeling of not having control over her frame, being a victim of the time, becoming a hatchling with limited control. With all of this pain and humility, none of those pained her as this has.

Power over her form slowly returned as she heard rapid clicks and hisses. Over moments, she observed the familiar form of her people, the language of one of her kind. An eron stood close to her as they chatted. Her orbs, unable to see the creature before her, blinked as the light returned slowly.

"ghsk. Spks ohhk aks. Ha! And now you are truly within my power. After all of these cycles, you chose to defy me. Now you're mine." A raspy voice sounded next to her.

Through the pain, she cringed knowing that voice. Feeling his putrid breath against her scales, nothing else mattered. Although the light returned to her orbs, shifting the darkness, they sat under a shadow. The bulbous shadow of the eron who lingered over her.

Feeling the heaviness in her chest, she involuntarily heaved as some of the contents of her dry throat spewed forth. Her orbs flooded with fluid, blurring her vision. Caked in moisture, deep within her, she allowed some of the grit to leak from her mouth. Blinking rapidly, her vision returned to notice a great pool of her life fluid before her. Continuing to stream from her mouth, clinging onto each other, it formed a rope of liquid attached to her open mouth.

With the pain pulsating through every scale, Cisthian gauged her ability to move, to flee from this area, vanishing from the detestable monster who stood above her. Weakness surrounded her body as she noticed a sharp pain close in on her abdomen. All of the pain drifted as it pooled into the warmth flowing into her thick garb, filling her nostrils with stinging, the overwhelming scent of her essence drained from her body. Gingerly, she reached down to the point where the pain bloomed. Her talons clacked on a metallic surface, slicing some of her scales.

Feeling a deep pressure on her upper back, her body fell forward, her face pressed against the dirt. Her abdomen violently pulled upward as the sharp object wrenched out of her. Pulling it towards him, the Baron revelled in this violence as he wiped the last remnants of her fluid from the broad shaft with sharp strands of metal strewn throughout the tip for mass destructive capacity. Called Devastation, only the elite carried such a weapon.

Baron Richtol, in his powerful capacity, received this weapon from the Legion commanders. Given as he became the leader in this training regent. Content with his action, he watched as the flurry of lights diminished from her scales. The remnants of one who defied him too long without proper castigation. The penalty of those who stood against him ended now. Pleased with the end of her life, he turned and fled her stone abode.

"Now, Zilterra is owed his reward." Richtol thought to himself. Walking out of the stone edifice with the blood of his quarry ever lingering on the blades of Devastation, the remnants of the, once great, Seeress. Into the darkness, he walked, while his legionnaires slumbered in their death state. 

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