Emet remembered standing on his knees, forced to the ground as iron chains made him fall and prevented any movement, forcing the ascian to watch the veil that unfolded. He was a lamb, a weak man whose soul was soaked in the sin of the future past, now standing broken before the world he swore to restore. Transcending the calamities and the cataclysms that broke the star and its people, once again, in the time when his people knew nothing but peace and prosperity, living a dream that was about to get annihilated and broken. Perhaps the process was already in motion while most people of the star were completely oblivious to its effect…
He should've acted, yet all he could do was watch. The wall that rose above him, surrounding the arc that opened a gateway to the eastern square of their glorious city, the one that was known for its bazaar. A place where people from all cities and towns on the known star could come to present their goods to the Amaurotines. This could be something as simple as exotic foods grown on farms beyond the heart of civilization or, at times, even creations and newly discovered species one would want to present. Those who held the seats of Nabriales and Azem would often come to visit it to gain knowledge of outside affairs as well as serve as representatives of Convocation before their guests.
Apollo loved this place, too, as did Hythlodaeus…
Emet could feel himself chuckling uncontrollably, unable to explain why. Perhaps this was the reason why he emerged here; when consumed by the stream, the ascian needed a memory to grapple onto to make a final push towards the other side. Those were the gates that would often see three-robed friends cross them…
The image emerged between the ascian's eyes, as clear and bright as if it was only yesterday that he witnessed it. Three silhouettes marched across the busy street, piquing at countless wares the guests had to present.
"I like this one," Apollo said with an impressed smirk emerging on his face. "Water-generating elementals would be perfect for one's farming."
"Indeed, a shame that there is far less use for them in the city," Hythlodaeus responded, still examining the concept.
"Well, you could have it be your reprieve on a hot day, like a personal cloud."
"Ha-ha, I like the way you think! Though I'd rather create some water myself, this seems like an unnecessary extra step."
"That or it can provide a continuous supply for our architects if they need to drink." Hades's stern voice echoed from behind. "Would be a fitting tool for them to use instead of wasting time and focus on generating the water themselves."
"I haven't noticed anyone have a problem with that in my days there…Though maybe that's because I didn't ask?" Hythlodaeus wondered.
"I'm sure that's a wonderful topic to muse over, but I hope you remember why we came here?" Apollo nudged, immediately making Hythlodaeus smile. "I'm still eager to meet that friend of yours."
"Ah, but of course! Come with me, Antigone should be nearby, and she'd be delighted to show us the concept." Hythlodaeus lead on, with Hades still skeptical about the endeavor.
"Salamander, was it?"
"Yes, a powerful fiery ward that will fend off any beasts in the wild."
"What could possibly go wrong…"
"Well, we won't know until we see it!"
That day stayed with Hades, mostly due to the time the salamander escaped and wreaked havoc across the bazaar, making him restrain it along with Antigone, a talented weaver of creation from one of the neighboring towns. No matter how annoyed Emet was by the antics of his careless friends that allowed this to happen, he remembered this experience fondly later that day. After the bazaar was over, the three friends found themselves outside the gates in the secluded woodland near which he had emerged now.
"I like your new robe, Hades; it suits you." Hythlodaeus congratulated his friend, listening to him scoff.
"If only someone didn't scorch the old one…"
"Ah, have no worries. Those are just clothes. They can easily be replaced as long as you don't get hurt. Just look at Apollo and how many robes he had to change."
"I do that most weekly." Their third friend said. "I do keep all of my old ones, though; good for one's memory."
"Now, then…" Emet chuckled, amused by his friend's tendencies, though not at all turned off. "And how many do you have now?"
"A few dozens…Although I stopped counting."
"And you remember each one?"
"Of course! One was torn apart by a rabid wolf, another soaked in acid, and another one…"
"Thank you very much; I think I get it." Emet undercut him with a sigh. "I'd rather cling to a small number of robes myself…But anyway, how's your friend doing, Hyth?"
"Ah, Antigone…" Their friend paused as a playful smile emerged on his face. "Well, she is terribly sorry for causing us inconvenience, though, between the three of us, she found the process quite amusing and helpful for the evaluation of her creature. She always tries to find opportunities where many would see trouble…"
"You speak quite fondly of her," Emet noted, noticing Hythlodaeus's fluster.
"Do I? Well, it's only natural, given we've exchanged our concepts for a long while now…"
"How long?" Apollo chuckled. "You know that time I spoke about partners…"
"How preposterous of you to devolve it into that." Hythlodaeus crossed his arms, forcing Emet to finally smile.
"Well, now you got him annoyed."
"Is that…A smile?" Apollo looked at his friend with curiosity. "What are the chances of that? Somewhere between me agreeing with Lahabrea on something and Deudalaphon losing her temper."
"Make a bigger deal of it, and you will not be blessed with my smile for a long, long while."
"Is that a challenge you are posing? Very well…"
"Of course, that would invigorate your temper…"
He remembers all of them laughing carelessly and fully embracing their joy. The three of them held important positions in their society, yet it never hurt to occasionally forget them and spend time as friends that they were. To remember the warmth and joy that stays with them even beyond the office doors. Moments like those reminded them of the time they had, of how much they had to look forward to…
As did he now.
He would walk into the gates of the city, a shade of his former self. He would be disguised and hidden amidst the happy, thoughtful people that would have no idea that doom was looming ahead. He would seek them out, his friends and loved ones that were claimed from the past. He would seek out Hythlodaeus, working away his days in the Bureau, smiling at yet another peculiar concept. Seek out Hephaistos, the old friend he once considered annoying due to their tensions in the Convocation, now his greatest comrade after both of them have gone through the agony of Sundering. Seek out Apollo, the friend who left them without closure, the one whose shade Emet murdered on the First…
He couldn't hold it in himself anymore.
The ascian fell to the ground, tears swelling down his eyes with his entire body shaking violently. Hundreds of years have passed since he felt so pathetic, yet at this moment, he embraced this feeling. It was but a few moments ago when he stood amidst the Ocular, getting ready for the jump, and even back then, the souls of his friends seemed distant and unattainable despite him believing he was ready for this reunion…It was not until after Emet saw his world again, witnessed the towers and walls of his city, and felt the abundance of aether that filled the Unsundered star did the realization began to overtake him. He thought of those blissful moments he would share with his friends, and he laughed with joy and anticipation, even though he couldn't stop weeping.
For once in the entirety of twelve thousand years, Emet truly believed that whatever happens, it would be alright. That the nightmare is over, and he is free to be with them once again, free to embrace their warmth and love, as broken and traumatized as he was. It was a dream within his reach, and he would not hesitate to claim it, not for a single moment.
But then there was something else, a feeling that caused the ascian to grunt in pain.
"Aargh…" He could feel his body ache as the amount of aether was draining as if slowly and methodically depleting him of the supply he had left. Was this because of the nature of his journey? The feeling of being dragged back that Emet experienced in the stream returned, making him ache once again, but it also helped to interrupt his moment of agony and stimulate his brain.
As he wiped his tears, Emet stood up and tried to compose himself. He would need to fit close to fit within Amaurot…It had been long years since he even thought of creating a new robe for himself. The ascian visualized a grey robe and hood, the one every citizen of Amaurot wore along with the silver mask. He would not dare to try to don a black robe and red mask himself, as that would attract too much attention. Moments after, a robe and a mask emerged before him, perfect for blending in with the crowd.
Only one touch remained…Making himself taller. Emet and the other Unsundered had to shrink their vessels to fit with the newly formed mankind. Now was the time to extend the vessel to match the Amaurotines.
As he tried to enlarge himself, Emet noticed that something was off. His creation magic seemed limited. Emet could remember easily manipulating it to mold the host on the First earlier this day, but now the ascian struggled to perfect the vessel itself. He managed to grow it eventually, but it took some effort he wasn't used to. The aether he left behind must be toiling, yet he wasn't forewarned about any draining effect…Well, perhaps it would be something those on the other side would help him fix. At least, it seemed like a minor issue compared to what the ascian was about to face.
He looked at his crystal one last time before taking a deep breath.
The time has come.
…
Needless to say, having to focus on his goal when Emet was walking on the streets of Amaurot was nigh impossible.
It was like a fever dream to be thrown back amidst the place he had yearned for over countless years, to walk among the grey-robed men and women who traversed the bazaar, happily taking part in exchanging their concepts and seeing what the guests brought. Once again, the ascian was consumed by the bustling life of a city where none knew rest, and every second, every idea, and every soul was put forward to perfect the star and improve their own world. Selfless and dedicated, they worked to aid their community and earn their place among the famed contributors.
Most walked in pairs or groups, discussing their life and having countless words echo in Emet's mind.
"…Have you been to the Akademia? I refined my project last time. Come and see it when you have time!"
"…Those are remarkable concepts."
"…You think the bazaar is too dangerous of a place? I have to disagree. It's been one of the most productive in our city! Perhaps we could talk about that in the Hall of Rhetoric one day…"
"…Do you see anything inspirational? I can already say this is more than I could've expected!"
"… anyone wants to see the most mischievous yet helpful animal, perhaps to have it as your companion? Come here, and let me show you a demonstration!"
There were so many of them; most were happy and engaged, taking joy in every second of their long and eventful lives. How different was this state to the lone ascian who stumbled amidst the crowd, unable to look anyone in the eyes? Not because he was afraid or shy but because he didn't want to share the feelings of simultaneous shock, dread, and euphoria that still engulfed him. They made Emet's head spin in chaos, and he didn't want others to share this. Let them live their lives, and hopefully, with enough allies at his side, he would be able to stop the chaos before it erupts.
Those thoughts made Emet focus on the future too much, ignoring his own surroundings. Eventually, he bumped into a robed woman who was looking at one of the creatures that were presented at the bazaar.
"Damn it," Emet said reflexively, recoiling as he realized that he had attracted some unwanted attention.
"Oh, forgive me!" The woman was quick to apologize and helped Emet get up. "I really should look where I'm going, don't I…Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes…" The ascian sighed, trying to act naturally. He tried to imagine how his old self, unburdened by the burden of knowledge, would act. Brushing aside the fact that he wouldn't get into this situation at all, even if he would, he would be very confident and likely brush off any awkwardness with ease. "I was a little too deep into my thoughts."
"Ah, happens to the best of us." She smiled. "I'll be on my way, then." As she was about to leave, a sudden impulse emerged in the ascian's mind. There was some information he needed to gather, but he didn't want it to come out as too direct. Nevertheless, there was nothing Emet could do but act in the moment.
"Excuse me, and I wanted to ask something."
"Yes?"
"As idiotic and nonsensical as it may sound…Who is currently holding the seat of Fandaniel?" He asked, witnessing a puzzled expression on her face. Emet immediately realized his mistake in how he behaved, yet the curiosity and impatience to know when he was overwhelmed him.
"It's Thanatos, of course." The woman replied.
"Ah, that's good…"
"But he said that he wished to step down and return to the star and vacate the seat. I don't know who he wants to be his successor, but I think the Convocation is discussing that."
"No…"
"Anything wrong?" She still seemed puzzled
"No, no…Thank you."
This was enough to get her going and leave Emet disappointed at his own clumsiness. He couldn't be at his most calculated in what he would essentially consider a dream, at least on a subconscious level. The ascian still couldn't quite accept that he was here. It was a real world and real-time, where his actions had consequences, and not all were predestined…
The news, however, was hardly pleasant. Thanatos was a well-respected man of the Convocation and an exceptional Fandaniel; at the time of his service, he was the second oldest on the council after Lahabrea, but his successor was the one that crumbled their civilization by unleashing the calamity of the Final Days upon them. If Thanatos was about to step down, that could only mean that Hermes was about to ascend, and the day of he and Hythlodaeus taking that fateful journey to Elpis neared. The Meteia project was already in full force, with them searching for the answer to Hermes's questions across distant stars, ready to be corrupted and make their judgment.
He had to hurry if he were to stop them.
And to do that, he had to contact someone from the Convocation, preferably someone knowledgeable and responsible, but also someone who would believe his tale. No one in the current Convocation possessed the gift of soul sight except Thanatos and himself, and they would be the only ones who would be able to identify him. Emet knew the former was rather fond of his apprentice and could be biased when it came to discussing his actions and when it came to his past self…That was a 'reunion' he'd rather save for later.
"Ah, its wings are truly a fine work of art!" An excited voice echoed from the nearby street.
"Indeed, a few more touches, and it will rival Lahabrea's creations!" Another one, full of pride, echoed in unison. While Emet wouldn't care for it in normal circumstances, mentions of Lahabrea piqued his curiosity. What the ascian saw were two researchers fawning over a crimson bird in a cage, quite large and noisy compared to its relatives. He could see what they were doing with it and where the concept originated. It must have been inspired by Lahabrea's Ifrita if not Phonix. However, it was but a fraction of its original power and could hardly even be called its shadow.
"Pathetic…" Emet uttered under his breath, thinking of what Lahabrea he knew from the present, would say. This sounded a little louder than he expected, making one of those researchers turn around toward him.
"I beg your pardon?" He crossed his arms, and the other followed in following his friend's gaze. "Was that a comment about our work?"
"Whatever made you think that?" Emet sighed as if he encountered a mild inconvenience. He knew that while he of the past was a skeptic by nature, he wouldn't be as dismissive towards the work of others. It was the second researcher that spoke next.
"I'll have you know that we worked for months to perfect it, this bird is a masterpiece in the making, and we are eager to prove that!"
"I have no doubt about that, but I don't care."
"Maybe you have something of your own to show?"
"Perhaps…But I would not do that here." Emet noted. "You two seem to be rather 'fond' of Lahabrea, so may I wonder about his whereabouts? There is something very important I have to present and show him…" He was not in the mood to play games. The news of Thanatos was enough to deprive Emet of any relief he had. He was racing against a ticking bomb, the one that was about to explode.
"Are you one of his students?" The suspicious researcher said.
"Don't offend me; I'm above that."
"Coming here to spy on what others came up with? Maybe giving your teacher some new ideas that he may later present as his own?"
"A little more time with you, and I'll start to get a feeling that you and Lahabrea share some history…"
"And you must be happy to do his bidding. We had our own share of conflicts, but that is nothing but competition, and it doesn't suffer the presence of…"
Before their volatile and rather pointless argument would grow worse, a calm, a concerned voice interrupted them.
"What is going on in here?"
Emet shuddered and froze as he heard it. So familiar yet so novel, a voice that regained the spark that left it for a time as long as eternity itself.
"The Emissary…What a surprise." One of the Amaurotines said as he gazed upon a young man with unique white robes and white hair, a crimson mask of Elidibus covering his face. His blue eyes gazed over the plaza as he examined the situation with care and precision.
"The…" Emet was about to say his name, feeling his hands shake again, but he quickly undercut himself. Calling a convocation member by their name in public would be disrespectful if one wasn't a close associate of theirs.
"What is going on here?" Elidibus asked. "It would seem some of you got into an argument."
"Oh, it is nothing." The researcher shook his mind. "A simple, friendly rivalry with our newcomer, right?"
"Right…" Emet took a deep breath before focusing on Elidibus.
"Forgive us for causing trouble." The other researcher reassured the Emissary and, along with his friend, retreated back to their creature, leaving Emet and Elidibus alone. It was him…A friend that lost his memory and a chunk of his identity, the one who gave himself to become the heart of Zodiark and the savior of his people, the one who stepped up where many others would falter. Over all this time, Emet began to forget how he was before all of this. A warm and hopeful friend to them all, the youngest of the Convocation and a clear prodigy for his age. The one found both his pleasure and his duty in mediating conflicts when they arose and creating bridges between their people. Now, he was just as curious.
"And you?" Elidibus wondered as he looked at Emet.
"What?" The ascian spoke up awkwardly, once again being taken away from his trance.
"What do you say about this 'friendly rivalry'? From what I heard, it was about to get rather heated."
"It's of no consequence. I was really just asking for directions…Yes, of course, I don't need them anymore." Emet composed himself.
"Ah, one of the villagers, I take it?" Elidibus assumed with interest. "May I ask which one?"
"I…I am from Naxos." Emet named the first settlement that came to his mind, noticing a smile emerge on Elidibus's face.
"Ah, that name brings some warm memories. Their pond is one of the most relaxing, serene places you could find." He chuckled. "Azem would love to go there again someday…"
"It is the greatest honor to meet you, Emissary, especially now that I have something to discuss…"
"And that is?"
"I have…An urgent message." Emet spoke. "I came to Amaurot to bring it to Convocation's knowledge."
"You can speak freely, and I will be glad to bring your concern up at our next meeting." Elidibus was eager to help, as always, but Emet knew that wouldn't be enough.
"It's complicated." The ascian said before looking at the countless people around them. "I can't talk about this in public, and I can't wait until the Convocation's next meeting."
"Truly?" Elidibus spoke with suspicion. "What matter of situation are you eager to discuss when you can't even speak of it now?"
"A very important one… I'm sorry, but I need you to trust me."
"That is a tall order coming from someone who is not a part of the Convocation," Elidibus noted though there wasn't any distaste in his voice, he simply analyzed the situation, likely thinking about what to do next. He didn't have any reason to trust a stranger with this, but it wasn't in his nature to deny such requests. "And do you need to see all of the Convocation?"
"Not necessarily, just a few…The ones you'd say you can trust the most."
"Hm…" Elidibus pondered. "I have a suggestion, then. The reason I came here was to see if people from the settlements had any new concepts pertaining to terrestrial life and animals in general. It's for a friend and colleague who was unfortunately too busy to come herself, but she, along with another friend of mine, will be waiting at her residence. They're working on a project together and would eagerly hear my findings…I assume you heard of Azem and Loghrif?"
"Yes…Very much so." Emet's lips quivered in both fear and anticipation.
"It's them I speak of, both of the Convocation. I can bring you there, and then the three of us will hear you out as representatives of the Fourteen."
"Yes, that will do," Emet said with relief. He was extremely lucky to encounter a Convocation member, especially Elidibus, in the streets. While Gaia wouldn't be his first pick, she was always dedicated to her people and would do anything to protect them during Apollo…He just wanted to see him again. After all of this, after all, words that Emet played on repeat in his mind after his friend left them during Final Days…All of them were meaningless now. He wasn't yet a traitor, wasn't yet sundered; it was his friend, as Emet chose to remember him when he made the orange crystal. "Lead on, then."
"Gladly." Elidibus nodded and led Emet away from the bazaar towards the inner city.
The two traversed the streets, which, while being far from quiet, didn't have as many people as the bazaar did. It allowed the ascian to breathe in relief and to gaze atop the spires of Amaurot again. The living quarters, the Akademia that emerged on the other side, the shining star of the Capitol…All of those places Emet knew well and often visited, but now it was as if he had never been here before, getting a chance to rediscover his own home. It felt surreal, thinking of what eventually became of those beauties…The fire and brimstone reigned upon them, charring countless buildings and bodies, bringing out merciless judgment to countless people of Amaurot.
The same could be said about his companion, a cheerful yet thoughtful Emissary. Emet thought of their last meeting, of tears that a broken man would let out after countless eons of endless toiling, seeing the cause around them collapse. He remembered Elidibus leaving to fight Zenos and Fandaniel, both of them confident that those opponents would be no match for them. But this wasn't the last time Emet saw Elidibus…
He remembered the moment when Fandaniel recreated his essence, that of Lunar Elidibus, still infusing it with remnants of Themis's soul, a mockery of his existence…He remembered seeing his friend scream in pain, shouting words that he didn't want to. His last seconds were that of a puppet manipulated by a traitor. Those thoughts made the ascian clench his fist and close his eyes; the injustice made him seethe with rage. He would never be able to bring him back, but he will not allow this Themis to walk the same path.
"I take it this is your first visit?" Elidibus broke the silence.
"Pardon?"
"It is a common reaction from those coming from the settlements when they lay their eyes upon Amaurot. It isn't the first time I'm seeing them display pure awe at our architecture?"
"It is with good reason." The ascian nodded. "I can see your architects are one of the most talented…Perhaps from all around the star."
"They are masters of their craft, no doubt, but I wouldn't put down those who work in other settlements, either. Each time I venture into a new settlement, there is always something to surprise me when it comes to their unique style." Emet always preferred the city, while his friends, especially Themis and Apollo, loved nothing more than to journey around the world, gaining perspective and understanding.
"Perhaps, but I've never seen something so…Breathtaking." The ascian's voice grew quiet as he felt the tears coming up to his eyes again. This time, his unease was picked up on by Elidibus.
"Are you alright? You seem very…Tense."
"Do I? Don't pay much mind to it. I'm simply paying my closest attention to this wonderful city."
"Are you sure? We could pause if you need a breather…"
"No, I'm fine!" Emet said with his stern voice breaking through. He wouldn't be able to pull this act for long, but he never planned on it anyway; all Hades needed was for them to be away from the public eye. "I had a difficult and busy day. If I seem on edge, then that is the reason." He wasn't lying; with how much he had experienced in the last few days, it was a wonder he could even walk.
"Very well then, apologies for my meddling…" Themis paused. "You know, your voice sounds astoundingly similar to that of one of my colleagues. A bit more hoarse, but the similarity is undeniable."
"Truly?" Emet chuckled. "Well…I suppose it doesn't hurt to sound like one of the esteemed Convocation members."
"Especially in Amaurot…Were it not for robes, someone might as well confuse you for Emet-Selch just by the sound of your voice."
"Not sure if I'd want the attention it attracts…" The ascian sighed, thinking of how to switch up the topic while still remaining genuine. "Speaking of Convocation, how is your work there going? I don't mean to pry, but I heard that each seat has a responsibility unique to them, a duty they have to carry out with utmost focus and dedication." This question made Elidibus turn towards Emet with curiosity. "Care to tell me more about yours?"
"It's rare to hear strangers ask questions about the Convocation. Usually, they would rather not pry."
"Well, if you don't want to…"
"No, that's fine," Elidibus reassured him. "I am used to talking about my occupation to people I know well, but it wouldn't hurt to have a conversation with someone else, especially someone so fascinated by our work. It is not an easy occupation, no doubt, but I accept it nonetheless. My seat is that of an Emissary. I am the mediator that watches over our people and interferes when conflicts arise. I am to act as the voice of impartiality and make certain that whatever the resolution that all sides reach, it is ultimately for the benefit of mankind and the star that it is steered upon its true course. That is the promise I gave to my brethren." Elidibus spoke with pride and dedication in his voice, though Emet could also sense some doubt, reminding him of the time they spoke on the First. As dedicated as Elidibus was, he was wise enough not to follow a path blindly or to have no doubts about it at all.
"It seems like quite an undertaking, and if you were chosen for it…I assume your talents are exceptional." Emet noted, knowing full well that they were. There were those in the Convocation that weren't huge supporters of giving the role to someone so young, fearing that this would give them an experienced Elidibus, yet Themis did everything to shatter those preconceptions.
"Alas, there wasn't much for me to truly test those skills on," Themis noted with a sigh. "The conflicts that emerged in Amaurot so far have been rather trivial, some arguments over who should be credited with creating a concept, musings about the ways about what the new wing of the Akademia should be dedicated to…I played a part in those at times, but it wasn't hard to find a benefitting solution."
"Everyone had to start somewhere, and I imagine those in the Convocation are impressed by your abilities."
"That they are…" Elidibus smiled. "Though there is much I still have to prove. Perhaps one day, there will be a time for a real conflict, the one where the Emissary's presence is needed like never before…If that day comes, then I will not hesitate. I will do my best for the sake of this star…As I swore to do." He stuttered for a moment, yet his confidence and belief were restored soon.
"I know…" Emet paused; he desperately wanted to reassure him, to say the words that he wanted to say, to apologize for the sin he had committed by abandoning him. No logic or realization that he had nothing to apologize for before Themis of the past could stop this desire. "I have no doubt in my mind that you would do your best."
Emet closed his eyes, thinking back to the day Elidibus separated from Zodiark and returned to his people. How despite living through hell and losing much of his identity, becoming a collective voice for the people of Amaurot and beyond, he never lost his desire to help his people, even at the cost of his own sanity and vitality. He always did his best, before and after the tragedies that befell them, and Emet knew that his doubts were unfounded.
"Thank you, stranger." Themis smiled and was seemingly put at ease. "I appreciate your belief, even if we hardly know each other…Speaking of which, what is your name?"
"It… Doesn't matter that much. I'll tell the three of you when we arrive if you don't mind."
"You are a peculiar one…Very well, then. We are getting close."
…
With every passing second, Emet felt the air leave his lungs as the moment was nearing. He still desperately grasped for more, but continuous echoing thoughts did not allow the ascian to concentrate. The house that Elidibus led him towards…Azem was there, waiting. He must have talked to his friend not so long ago, discussing more trivial matters and remaining completely oblivious to the nightmare that's been approaching. Will they believe him, Emet wondered. The vessel he molded as Solus resembled his original body as well, but that was not a guarantee. Talented mages could alter their bodies without any aid, and he could easily be taken for an impostor. He hoped it would go well…It had to go well.
"Here we are."
Themis smiled and knocked at the door of a large residence not far from the Capitol. It had multiple stores and housed a garden on the other side, Loghrif's home. He visited her on a couple of occasions, mostly having to do with their work in the Convocation, but the two were never the closest of friends. It would certainly be interesting to see Unsundered Gaia so soon after encountering her shard on the First. Apollo was different…He was the one that Emet needed to believe most of all.
"Is that you, Azem? I was expecting you'd…" Loghrif's voice echoed from inside the hall decorated by multiple samples of the fur of various animals that were known to man. The walls themselves were colored dark green, as was the floor. Gaia seemed to enjoy keeping her house 'attuned to nature,' fitting for her occupation.
"Not quite." Themis entered the room with a smile. Emet stayed behind him but could see the black-robed woman walking forth to welcome them. She was tall and had long black hair that matched her robe with her red mask lying at the nearby table. She resembled Inga, but where the latter was nothing but a sulky teen, Gaia Emet remembered was mature and imbued with the wisdom of her years.
"Ah, Elidibus. Come in, come in. I guess you came back from the bazaar?" Loghrif asked with intrigue.
"Yes, though I'm afraid my findings were not as fruitful as they could've been. A few samples of sheep, a new breed of iguana, and a flame bird which rather curiously matches…"
"Wait a minute…And who is this?" Gaia wondered as she approached the door and saw the hooded stranger.
"Greetings," Emet said through his teeth, trying to sound natural. She clearly didn't expect any uninvited guests, making doubt emerge in her eyes.
"Have no worries." Elidibus was quick to reassure her. "This is someone I met at the bazaar, and he wouldn't disrupt us."
"Hm, if you say so…Come in." Gaia stood aside and welcomed both of them. "As you see, Azem is busy again. I was expecting him to be here ten minutes ago, but alas. Perhaps some tea would suffice?"
"You know I'd never refuse it." Elidibus smiled as he took off his mask and put down his hood, unveiling his youthful face in full. The face of their savior, the one that didn't know yet…
"Same; we appreciate quality hot drinks in Naxos," Emet said before taking a seat.
"So you're not from Amaurot?"
"Yes, it's my first visit."
"You can take off your mask, by the way. We only wear them outside."
"I'll keep it for a while if you don't mind."
"There's no need, really."
"I mean no disrespect. It's simply…Well, suffice to say we have a different custom." Emet reassured her. He wanted to wait for Apollo before unveiling himself.
"Very well. And why did you come here?"
"Elidibus said that he, you, and Azem were about to gather here."
"And?" Gaia pressed on while continuing to side-eye Themis, likely still puzzled about why he would invite an outsider to her home.
"I have a message of utmost importance that is only for the ears of those in the Convocation of Fourteen." Emet declared, immediately piquing Loghrif's interest.
"Truly? And I guess we were the first ones you found? What's your message?"
"It's a long one," Emet said, chuckling at the thought of having to reveal the truth to them.
"I'm sure we will be done before Azem returns."
"I'd rather wait for him as well." Emet refuted.
"That might get us too distracted from the project…"
"Don't fret, Loghrif," Themis spoke up. "We have a lot of time before the next meeting. We can spare a few hours to discuss the concern of our guest."
"True, I suppose…Then I hope you enjoy my tea! Artemis can never have enough of it."
That would certainly be good. Loghrif was quick to pour tea for both Themis and Emet. Finally, she got a cup herself and sat on the round table. "Don't be shy. Take it. You can compare it to the drinks at Naxos later."
Emet drank it and immediately felt the encroaching warmth going over his entire body. Finally, he was able to relax, if only for a bit; this was a reminder that despite the distrust the reflections of his old friends could display, they were not his enemies, and eventually, someone would believe him and take his side. Elidibus, at the very least, has sworn to impartiality.
"About your colleague, Azem." Emet began. "Elidibus said he was expecting him to be here, but it seems he lingers somewhere else…What is that you are so busy with?"
"He has gone into Akademia to check what concepts related to terrestrial life are being sent to Elpis for further testing and check if he can negotiate some of the samples of the best research to be provided to the Convocation representatives…And by that, I mean us three." This tale made Emet elicit a faint smile. Azem was never afraid to sidestep rules and traditions when it came to helping his friends; getting examples of research before it was approved in Elpis was something he would do if it meant helping his friends, whom he considered to be everyone in the Convocation, even the likes of Lahabrea and Fandaniel who considered his unorthodox methods problematic. Emet was once firmly in their camp but eventually accepted that they simply have different perspectives, none would change the other's mind, and the best they could do is to simply coexist and to allow everyone's talents to be used to the benefit of the star.
"The Emissary mentioned a project…" Emet continued, remembering the days around his journey in Elpis. Azem couldn't join him and Hythlodaeus due to being very busy, and this work must have been one of the reasons.
"You got really talkative with our new friend, didn't you." A faint grin emerged on Gaia's face as she turned to Elidibus.
"What harm can there be?" He took another sip. "As members of the Convocation, it is our duty to both be transparent and welcoming to our guests."
"True, true…Well, perhaps you could tell him more?"
"Of course." Elidibus turned towards Emet. "As you likely know, the seat of Loghrif is responsible for the creation, maintenance, and overseeing of terrestrial animal life, and she has been working on creating a new species to bring up to the Convocation…"
"Indeed." Gaia continued. "I had a thought of creating an arcane creature that will be able to exchange aether with the star itself without any additional help from its creator. They would essentially serve as constant replenishment that our talented people could use if they become too exhausted after spending too much aether. Perhaps it will even be able to infuse children to extend their potential."
"Hm, an arcane entity… Wouldn't that be something to consult Emet-Selch about?" Emet wondered.
"Oh, believe me, I tried. Alas, being the grump he is, he said that he was too busy to engage." Loghrif sighed and shrugged.
"Oh really now…"
"Emet-Selch has much to do now." Elidibus interfered. "Assessing the new candidate for the seat of Fandaniel, first and foremost."
"Thanks for reminding me." Loghrif sighed. "I wanted to show this project to Thanatos before he returns, Hermes is a good researcher and a brilliant mind, but honestly, he doesn't seem like he is ready for me."
"We will have to trust Emet-Selch's judgment."
They really, really shouldn't have.
"But anyway…" Elidibus continued. "While Emet-Selch wasn't available, Azem and I decided to aid Loghrif with her work. I see quite a lot of potential in it myself, as does Azem."
"And what do you think?" Gaia leaned forward, looking at the stranger. "Do your people dabble much with creation? I heard some settlements only allow a certain number of powerful sorcerers to use it at will."
"No, not in Naxos." Emet shook his head. "Everyone can create freely there, though I wouldn't say I'm exceptional at it…Mostly creating simple tools, when it comes to living entities, we have our own talents."
"Well, I would love to hear about them someday." Loghrif smiled. "Azem, for all his quirks, does a very important job when many of us are too busy to have any time to travel the world. For him, it is the seat's purpose. With that, we learn about the way other settlements and towns utilize their powers and talents; some can be quite different from how we do in Amaurot. It always helps to learn more about our brethren…I assume that's why you came here, too?"
"In a way…" Emet sighed. "I have been…I have admired Convocation and their job for a long while now. The way you ensure mankind goes forward and progress, protect all of our peoples and ensure the best future for them…" He spoke from the heart this time; Emet truly admired everyone in the Convocation, even if he didn't see eye to eye with everyone. After the Sundering, he, Lahabrea, and Elidibus sought to restore their other brethren by raising their shards and imbuing them with memories, but the ascians were nothing but a twisted shadow of the benevolent council that they once were. After so many civilizations were destroyed, Emet forgot how it felt to truly be on the side of people…On everyone's side.
Before he could continue, the door behind them opened, and another robed figure entered, making Emet's heart skip a beat.
"Ah, here he comes." Gaia smiled as a man in dark robes and a unique black mask entered the room rather hastily and brimming with energy, just like how Emet remembered him. An array of words echoed through Hades's mind.
"And if you truly believe that our fall marks your victory…You are one wretched fool."
"I'm sorry, Hades, but I cannot trust the Convocation anymore. Goodbye, my friend…I promise we will meet one day again…I believe it."
And meet again they did, under the most shocking of circumstances, so many years later.
"Themis is here too? Great! I think you'll be delighted to hear what I have found." Apollo began as he took his hood and mask off, revealing a face with short dark hair and eager eyes. Emet felt yet another lone tear roll down his cheek, though thankfully, the mask obscured it. "There are a dozen of concepts I found interesting which are being sent to Elpis. Now, only a few researchers have agreed to…Wait a minute, who is this?" Apollo wondered as he looked at their new guest with curiosity. Emet tried to speak but found himself unable to, with Themis quickly taking the lead.
"He's a guest who came here from Naxos, says he has an urgent matter to discuss with the Convocation and wanted to share it with us three." He explained, allowing Gaia to continue.
"I've been dying to know since he showed up at the door…Hope you don't get disappointed that we began to drink without you."
"No, not at all…" Apollo said, turning towards Emet with suspicion and intrigue brimming in his eyes. "I'm Azem of the Convocation, but you can call me Apollo if you want. And you?"
"Well, that's one complicated question to answer." Emet smiled, both because of seeing his friend and acceptance of his own situation. The truth had to come out, and all of them had to face it as time worked against them.
"Your voice sounds very much like my friend…" Apollo noted. "A bit too close to be a coincidence."
"You don't say." The ascian stood up and looked over the room, taking a deep breath. "Loghrif, Elidibus, Apo…Azem. Thank you for allowing me to speak to you about this matter, I won't…I can't pretend that it will be a quick one to get over with, but you have to hear it."
"We are all ears." Gaia beckoned for him to continue.
"But I want you to promise me that you will hear my story in full before making any judgments or discarding any part of my tale outright."
"You have my word," Themis reassured him.
"First, allow me to introduce myself…" The ascian took his mask off, unveiling his face. It wasn't identical to his old one, but close enough for all of them to realize who it was they were looking at. Not even his tears could be hidden anymore. "I am Emet-Selch of the ascians, formerly of the Convocation, Hades…And I come from another world."