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Authors: S.J. Wist

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“That’s none of your business.”

 

“Kenshe is my business because he is one of my Custos and my friend. Though how he ever came from the loins of you and a daoran may be something I never understand.” Kas had about all he could take of water and Hain as his paws stopped in yet another muddy pool. Miles away from the beach, the marsh was unjustified. As he looked for his reflection in the water, it only had the effect of making him more uneasy when it was not matched with Hain’s own.

 

“You’re thinking it again.”

 

“No, I am not.”

 

Hain only set his red eyes back on him, that now glowed a pale orange to match his words. “You still don’t trust me.”

 

“That is not true.”

 

“And now you’re lying. I had a feeling this would turn out bad.”

 

“I trust you, okay?” Kas insisted.

 

“No, you still hate me. I can feel it. You have yet to learn that there is a difference between those who would pointlessly seek answers all their life, and those who are content with just dealing with what’s there.”

 

“Is that what you thought of my mother? That she was wrong in seeking that which is better, where you then abandoned her? Or Kenshe’s mother, for that matter?”

 

Hain let out an angry snap of teeth at him, with a speed that sent Kas’ black fur instantly on end. “One day you will grow up and learn that you can’t save the whole world. No matter how much you forecast the future with clear skies, and pretty lights. So shut up on telling me what to do until you survive that long, okay?”

 

Kas shook the threat out of him, deciding not to discuss it further. The phelan Awl had a darker past that he had only revealed to a few. It was clear this wasn’t the right place for it to be told.

 

Hain looked away from him as the water rippled under their feet. The Threads moved to indicate that someone had just emerged from the Keol. “Let’s just focus on this mess right now.” He set all his senses on the ground and his nose before it as the heat of the Keol gave scent to what could have only been a few dozen phelan. “And now we stepped in it...”

 

They only gave one glance at each other before unsomning and unsheathing their swords with their backs to each other, as several Rifts opened on the water around them. A low, warning howl went out as a Pack of tattered-looking phelan emerged. Their bodies were deeply scarred. Their eyes glowed, and their whiskers vibrated to match their intentions. The True were as tall as a house; while the somnus of the Pack were slightly smaller.

 

“Was this in your future predictions?” Hain asked Kas.

 

How are they commanding the True?
One of giant phelan charged straight for him. Their teeth landed right over his torso, but passed through harmlessly as the Eminor couldn’t connect with any intention that would deem Kas a threat to it. When it turned back around from its attack, the phelan shrank a lot smaller and within only a matter of moments.

 

‘Okay so this entire Continent has gone mad,’
Hain thought to Kas.
‘Oh wait, we knew that already before coming here.

 

Jasper shook the water out from his fur and looked at the both of them with his aged red eyes that had begun to dull, as if they were the ones out of place and not himself. “Is there something I can help you both with?”

 

Kas lowered his sword entirely when the True spoke, thinking he might have brought more of his friend Kenshe along then he could have hoped.
How is he speaking to us?

 

“Because you are right in front of me.”

 

The black hair on Kas’ head stood slightly on end now, as the True’s psi browsed through his mind as if his walls to keep him out weren’t there.

 

“Master Jasper?”

 

“Yes. My my, is that you Hain?” Jasper squinted to get a better look, as his soul had begun to dim from the world along with his eyesight.

 

“It has been a while,” Hain replied as he sheathed his blade and Kas followed suit.

 

“You haven’t aged a day since I saw you last.”

 

“Nor have you,” Hain lied, knowing full well the True could read his Threads as easily if he were an Awl himself.

 

“And who might this be?”

 

Kas was getting tired of being looked down to like a lesser, even when it was from a True who had gone from twice to half his height. “What are you?”

 

“His mother is an ayame, his father is a True.”

 

“Is that even…possible?” Kas asked.

 

“Well, that’s how it is,” Hain said as he looked back at Jasper to rejoin him to the conversation. “And yeah, that’s her kid.”

 

Kas was left out of their psi conversation entirely as it seemingly shifted to the topic of his mother.

 

“You look so much like your mother that my Bond will faint at the sight of you. What brings someone of your stature to my peaceful, former town, Master Kas?”

 

Kas was about to reply, before stopping just as fast. “Former?”

 

“Yes, unfortunately. I would offer you and Hain a place to stay for the night, only there isn’t much left,” Jasper added.

 

“What happened?” Kas asked.

 

“I don’t know if I have enough pride left to tell you, but you’re welcome to determine the truth for yourself.”

 

Hain somned back into his phelan form and Kas did the same, before they followed after Jasper and his Pack.

 

Several minutes later they reached the town that had been flattened enough to submerge it in several inches of water. In its center, a familiar Aeger kyrie that was a long way from home stood on the ruins. It was a large, dark brown one for its species. The single-horned, deer-like creature tapped the water with its sharp cloven hoof in waiting for whatever such a crazed creature might wait for.

 

“Congrats Kas on taming an Aeger capable of flattening an entire town to driftwood. Then making everyone forget what happened. I think I’ll join Jasper’s Pack and never eat a kyrie again in fear of forgetting all of myself,” Hain said.

 

Kas only sighed as he came to a stop before the kyrie that the Pack watching had labelled the ‘Deathmare.’ It stood still and innocent of all charges on top of the water, confused to the shift of its Fate from prey to predator.

 

“I can see why Jasper tried to bite you first now.”

 

Kas unsomned and set his hands on the face of the kyrie as it settled its nose against him. “It would not have done this extent of destruction without a reason. Nor do I think it would have that level of power to flatten a house, let alone a whole town.”

 

“The Aeger doesn’t need a reason to make the Eminor crazy, or Ancients for that matter. You would think you figured that out by now with the hundreds we have around the Sanctus?” Hain sighed.

 

Kas sulked off in search of clues to what was really going on.

 

The kyrie followed, as the estus energy in the Ancient was strong enough to make it drift over the water before it stopped in his path. Kas stopped in turn, waiting for the creature to make the next move and it did, trotting off to another sunken part of the town. He went over to it and looked down as his drenched black boots hit something. Crouching, he reached his hand into the water to pull up a familiar metal cylinder.

 

“What you got, kid?” Hain asked.

 

“This looks just like a piece of the Rift generator Gwa is working on with our Gate.”

 

“So you think your pet trashed this place cause they had a Gate?”

 

“Master Jasper.” Kas looked to where Jasper watched them a bit ways away. The True phelan expanded in size and walked over. “Why did you have a Gate here?” Kas asked.

 

“That would be the Gate my daughter used to take to Earth eight months ago. It was set to destroy itself after she did.”

 

Kas looked over to the kyrie as it began to paw the water, sending its nervous ripples reflecting across it. “Has anyone fixed it since then?”

 

Jasper didn’t answer.

 

“Master Jasper, we are not here on Vanir’s intentions.”

 

“You have yet to mention exactly why you have come all this way, son of Kira.”

 

Kas put the conductor back down in the water as he lifted his sleeve, revealing the silver Mei glyph on his arm.

 

Jasper tilted his head as he read its Threads and the name it Bonded him too. “This can’t be right...”

 

“Something is cutting the Threads leading to her, and I have to know what before it is too late. Someone used this Gate recently, and I have to know who, now.”

 

Ishtar walked over to them. Her slender, cat-like phelan form unsomned to reveal her human-like appearance. Her short black hair fell to her shoulders as her eyes stayed fixed on the Mei. “The damage is extensive, I can’t heal this alone.”

 

“What if you had two Callers?”

 

Her elderly face looked up at him as she caught what he was thinking. “You are a Caller?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then you are even more of your mother than you look,” Ishtar said as she closed her eyes and touched the Mei on his arm, before starting to sing. But it wasn’t just a song, as the Nova vibrated through the Animus, revealing the strongest of the Threads around them.

 

Kas began to sing as well, an aeri Nova that caused the Animus Threads to spark and react. The Pack shivered with uneasiness as their estus energy was statically shocked in turn.

 

Hain caught the Thread of the Mei, before channeling his estus energy through it enough to reach its end. “Aha! I got something.”

 

The Nova ended as the Thread was completely mended. Kas connected with Hain’s psi to see where he saw Sybl.

 

“Huh?” Hain added shortly after. “No...please… Anything but another kid.”

 

“The Asterian Caelestis...” Ishtar said in disbelief.

 

Jasper looked at Ishtar on feeling her concern, before letting out a howl to the Pack. He used his claws to bleed his paw and open a Rift to the Keol. The water became black as it expanded and spread from him. They entered it and started across the burning wasteland at full speed for the Casus Beli Canyon.

 
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Cirrus continued to wave the golden fairy pendant from its silver chain back and forth by his index claw. It had become a careful art of discipline for him to so much as hold the delicate jewelry, for he had only to forget about it momentarily to risk crushing it with his size. But he wouldn’t break it or lock it away as he should have. No, it was not something he could ever let go of.

 

His eyes began to grow heavy as he had been hypnotizing himself to sleep without realizing it. Between being asleep and awake, he could see the thin, silver strings weaving through the air, ground and trees behind him, like of a finely crafted spider web that stretched for eternity. But none of the Thread connected to what had formed the craftsmanship of the pendant in his hand. He couldn’t help but lose hope that he might ever find his best friend’s killer. Or the other end to the Threads of the pendant that might have the answers he sought.

 

With their King still missing, Time felt as if it had frozen the Torian Continent, even as it remained a constant warmth to hide such. It was three hundred years after the Last War and all his kind wanted was the power and edge to end the conflict. The one key that would seal the Fate of the other Continent with a similar Prophecy. The clue he had in his hand, but his mother’s pendant would not lead him to it, as if it too feared for the future.
We won’t be fighting like this forever,
his thoughts whispered to renew a promise to Nafury’s memory.

 

“There will always be another war, and when there isn’t, there will always be my father to make one. There’s no escaping it.

 

Cirrus was startled out of the trance as the pendant suddenly twisted. It sent all his senses rushing to it in fear that it would drop. Every once in a while the gold fairy would give him a Dream, as if to hint the direction he should fly next. But the closer he tried to get to it, the further the Threads pulled away. Then he would wake up, remembering only a small fraction of what he had seen. Perhaps his Ancient was not enough to decipher a Dream, outside of the need to craft him into a creature of warfare. Perhaps he was just a Nightmare who didn’t truly Dream at all, or have any capacity to understand one.

 

But he had seen the Caelestis once before. It was a brief glance, but she was real. Maybe the answers were in not waking up.

 

The only Dreams that did not leave him on waking were the ones within it of his mother. Sometimes he would hear her voice, like a gentle chime of song that would call his mind to a moment with complete calmness. She had spoken to him before he was born and even named him. But he would never see her, because he had killed her before opening his eyes to the world for the first time.

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