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Several Days Later

"Farseer Recada, the Mon'Keigh still refuses to give us our weapons back." The Exarch kicked a stone on the ground in frustration.

"Well Exarch Lusiana, you have given him very little reason to trust you." The Farseer sat up in her cot bandages covering much of her body, she took a deep breath. "Do you remember what brought us to this planet?"

"Yes Farseer, it was the prophecy that you told us after your three-day meditation."

"Do you remember the words?" She said stretching to work out the kinks in her stiff body.

"When the Lonely God no longer walks alone, when all before him is bathed in fire, blood, hope, and memory will the knowledge to save the Eldar be revealed." She recited the prophecy from memory, when they traveled here she repeated the words in her head for hours, the idea that the Eldar could be saved had filled her with more conviction and determination unlike anything in centuries.

"I think this Mon'Keigh is the Lonely God spoken of in my prophecy." She took a drink from a glass on a stand next to her cot. "He has shown more power than I have ever seen in even the most powerful warlocks. He killed the Druchii Archon without any trouble, he has control of machines more advanced than anything we have, each even seems to posses a small presence in the warp, which could suggest they are similar to Wraith Lords." She shrugged her shoulders, "But this is not set in stone, I know little of this Mon'Keigh if we can even call him that."

At that moment he walked in with his usual escort of two banshees, even if they no longer had their weapons they were still formidable warriors, and he had agreed to the escort, even though it was apparent they couldn't stop him even if they wanted to. "Hello Farseer," She quickly covered up to give her some decency." He stopped. "If you wish I can wait outside until you are dressed."

She shook her head. "Now is as good a time as any."

He shrugged. "Very well, I come inquiring you as to your condition I hope you are recovering well. I also come, to tell you that a regiment of Imperial Guard have entered in orbit around the planet."

Her eyes went wide. "What?!"

He smiled slightly "No need to worry, I dealt with them accordingly, their ship had a… shall we say sudden failure in its Gellar Fields and Void Shields and their ship was struck by an asteroid, unfortunately none survived." He walked toward her and pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat next to her. He then reached into his robes and pulled out a large and thick tome, it was written in Eldari, and the tome had a dark blue hard cover with several symbols and decorations all inlaid with gold. "This is a small gift for you, for your protection of my repository, it is an ancient tome of your people telling the history of a small portion of time shortly before the fall of your original empire. The original work was written by me in Runic, but I have translated it for you and bound the work, I finished it this morning, not my most graceful or beautiful work, but the best I could do without taking several centuries to finish it." He let out a short laugh that seemed to brighten the whole room.

"What will this cost us? Nothing in this universe is free." She scowled slightly as she accepted the tome and opened to a random page.

He sighed "Knowledge is for everyone, pretending it has a price is like trying to put a price on art, it's so subjective that its nigh impossible, the only thing for certain is that the older it is the more fascinating it is to learn; besides this is your people's history, I bet many of your people would call this a priceless artifact." He stood from the chair. "Also, I came to tell you that if you desired, you and two of your associates may enter my repository, we have much to discuss Farseer, your visions are but one piece of a complex machine that has been in motion for eons." He then stood and walked out of the roughly put together shelter with the two Banshees behind him.

"What does he even speak of Farseer? He cannot know more than your visions have already told us."

The Farseer sat quiet for several minutes as she thought "Exarch did you notice his eyes?"

"What do you mean his eyes? He has blue eyes."

"Yes he does, but just then his eyes were white in color, and when he was fighting you and the Archon I noticed him having a red color to them, and each time his demeanor changed when they were red he was violent which should be apparent, When they are blue he always seems to be taking everything in like a sponge, and just now his eyes were white and he brings me a gift and is cordial even though only days ago you tried to kill him multiple times, and he even told us that he would normally kill our kind."

He then walked back in with the Banshees at his side again. "Well, well, well, it seems you are taking the time to take in your surroundings, well done." He clapped a few times slowly with a sarcastic looking smile on his face. "Well, it seems you have discovered three of my four different aspects." He sat back down on the chair he pulled up earlier. "There is the aspect of the scribe," He eyes flashed to the dark blue color. "The aspect of the peace," His eyes flashed to white. "The aspect of war." His eyes flashed to a deep red. "And the aspect of knowledge." His eye flashed to a dark purple color. "Each of these aspects are ways for me to able to efficiently execute my purpose." His eyes then reverted back to the usual blue color.

The Farseer cocked her head "And what is that?"

"I am an Observer, at least I am now, I have existed for eons of your time, I am a recorder a watcher, I have seen this galaxy and the warp change and morph in many different ways over the time I have lived here, I even have records of when your species were not spacefaring, I have records of the Old Ones as you call them before even they had space travel, and further still back in time." His eyes burrowed there way into her like he was peering at her own soul, but behind them she could see sadness in them, almost like he was remembering good times.

"So, you are a scholar then?" She said inquisitively.

"No, but close enough, my purpose has been to document record and study and in many cases predict for eons." he paused for a moment to think of his words carefully. "I have power far beyond most beings of this universe as you clearly saw, theoretically I could beat any one of the Chaos Gods in a direct confrontation with my aspect of war, of course it is theoretical since none of the Chaos Gods really care about an old dusty man taking care of a bunch of books, at least in any direct way, and I have no interest in mindless fighting or measuring's of power." He stood and brushed off non-existent dust from his robes and bowed respectfully. "I would be happy to explain more in detail, once you are well enough for you and two associates of your choice to join me in my repository." He walked out and left both of the Eldar confused and speechless.