Alcamoth's Turning Point
*If you have not completed the game, I suggest you complete the game before reading, as you will come across major spoilers in this story.
The imperial guards mutter unhappily amongst themselves, sending ripples of doubt and uncertainty among the high entia of Alcamoth. We have all heard the news: the Mechonis has awakened, effectively trapping the allied force in Sword Valley. A young man boarding a havres informed us of what was happening, and of course many of us will mourn those lost. We all fear for their safety, but many of the imperial guards seem to have only themselves in their thoughts. I do not understand. We people of Alcamoth are safe and secure on the Bionis. Shulk is more than capable of taking on the leader of the Mechonis. Surely the people of Alcamoth are not self-centred enough to think only of themselves? Filled with anxiety, I wrap my arms around my mother and await news...
Hours pass.
I feel cloaked in ether... it traps me in an unnatural way...
A child's scream brings me to my senses. My head snaps round to see what's going on.
The high entia...they are beginning a rapid mutation into...what exactly? I let go of my mother, stricken with immeasurable fear. Because my people, they are transforming into...telethia! My first thoughts are to escape with my family, but when I turn to my mother, she's gone. telethia surround me. Evacuation ships are my only hope. Praying my family are already there, I brace myself to escape.
I take one last look at my city, my beautiful Alcamoth, and sprint as fast as I can... telethia gather around me in a protective group. This causes shivers through my spine, and I'm hit with a terrible realization: those telethia were once my friends and family. How is it I am the only one to survive? Just what does Zanza have against us? Was it truly fate to have this happen, to hear the agonized screams from all around, to bear the sight of loved ones losing control and killing those they once knew? These are questions I must find the answer to. But not now. Now I must make my escape.
Choked with grief, but determination, I manage to cram myself into an evacuation ship, which is packed with refugees, their faces full of anxiety; we were not familiar with the lower regions of Bionis. Our evacuation ship is almost out of fuel; we will be lucky to make it onto land. However, we make it to a large tree on the back of the Bionis, called Frontier Village. The nopon residents welcome us, and I am eternally grateful for their patronage. But I cannot help but to think about those who lost their lives...two children I know, Cian and Atael travelled here on the same evacuation ship as me and are now living a comfortable life here, but I hear they lost their father when he turned into a telethia. The thought of children losing family, especially parents, is truly heart-breaking...
I am told that the only remaining population of my people are those with homs heritage. The pure-blooded high entia did not survive. High ether levels were cast upon my city, causing the dormant telethia gene in them to activate.I fear for the Royal Family, of Kalian and Melia. The only way they could survive is if they have homs heritage...there was nothing that could be done. Now all we survivors can do is hope the Heir to the Monado and his allies save us all...