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In a higher plane of existence, beyond the mortals' ability to see, three energy beings 'materialized' at the call of a fourth.
"Why have you called us, Ganos Lal?" the one perceivable to the caller as a tall human male wearing a long green cloak asked. "What are we doing at Terra?"
"Observe." Ganos Lal, known to the mortals as Morgan Le Fay, directed her fellow Ascended beings to a small town at the continent known to the inhabitants of Terra as North America, a town known as Sunnydale, then to a small dwelling, to a room where a black – haired teenage boy slept.
"The boy has the memories of Moros."
"How? I thought you kept an eye on the stasis pod." The energy being perceived by the others as a dark – skinned woman clad in red and blue commented, the others sensing slight confusion coming from her.
"I do." Lal, said grimly, shifting the others' attention to a badly beaten man who was leaving the town. "This fool tapped into the power of the being known to the inhabitants of this world as Janus in order to influence the costumes he sold, causing their wearers to become what they dressed as what lies beneath the town amplified that power."
"Underneath…. Urgh. A Dark Rift!" the last one, perceived as a short, red – haired woman in white robes, spat in disgust. The Ancients had long been fascinated by the reality – warping energies present at some inhabited worlds across the universe, even more so because not all sentient beings could manipulate them. Of the four races forming the Great Alliance, only the Furlings could control them properly, and the Nox had some limited success with them. But neither race spoke of it, despite the fact the Furlings had helped the Ancients seal away the beings known as the Old Ones away. It had been theorized those energies were dimensional bleed-over from alternate dimensions with very different laws of reality, but with the Ancients being unable to channel those energies, nothing could be proven. What the Ancients believed was that there were places where places where the barriers between the dimensions were weakened, even breached, allowing energies from dimensions to mix, and thus the dimensions to affect one another. This explained why the breach locations, which the Ancients called Rifts, tended to attract creatures and sentients of similar nature to what was beyond.
"An active one." Ganos Lal confirmed, shifting their attention back to the sleeping boy. "In this world, the presence of Moros is still remembered in a legend. It was on the image of Moros in the legend the boy based his costume on. I was only able to sense him because of the link I had with Moros before he was placed in the stasis pod."
"How did the transformation even take place? Our kind is immune from being directly affected by energies from a Rift." The redhead wondered.
"It is because of that I called you. The transformation was incomplete, and no reversal took place when the energies were loosed, even though Moros' consciousness faded.
"So the boy will gain at least some of the powers of Moros." The dark – skinned woman mused. "His powers will probably be similar, but different from Moros', and he'll possibly be able to Ascend on his own. Interesting development no doubt, but none we should concern ourselves with."
"Over his powers, no. But over his knowledge?"
"She is right." The woman in white robe spoke. "Moros earned his knowledge of the ascended when he became one of us. This child, however, has not."
"True." The 'male' agreed, a frown etched on his face. "The child would use our people's knowledge to aid his friends, that is certain. In this place, he'll need it."
"There's something else. How is the boy still alive to begin with?" the redhead asked. "No ordinary Second Evolution human could survive a genetic transformation of this magnitude to begin with."
"Of that, I'm not certain." Ganos Lal said. "With all the dormant potential locked into his species' DNA, it could be anything from evolutionary quirk to traces of our own genetic code."
"Wonderful." The 'male' grumbled, and the Ascended beings merged their power in order to be able to inform their fellows all over the galaxy, and ask for their opinions. And Across vast distances, the majority of the Ascended in the galaxy called in their tongue as Avalon were informed of the situation, and voiced their opinions. But to those in the corporeal plane, only minutes passed. In the end, the man spoke.
"It has been decided. The knowledge of the Ascended the boy now possesses shall be erased. He will be allowed to retain every other memory, as well as enough knowledge to realize our interference, but nothing of Moros' ascended memories, or details about Moros' post-ascension work."
Three of the energy beings left, leaving only Ganos Lal to observe the boy who for the night served as host for Moros' spirit. While trying to sense the boy's future, she'd seen glimpses of many happenings – related to both the child and Moros.
"Dark tidings are coming." She said to herself. After one last gentle touch on the boy's mind, Ganos Lal departed herself.