It was nearly a day before any Ancients answered their call. The Arcadiniq were the first to come, although some were weaponless. Arcanum led them, a sarcastic self-assured look on his features. 'Divergency' was his second in command, his true name unknown. Na'ukiq Ancients arrived, all armed with bows, arrows and other weapons. They all greeted the Wise One, their former leader, with a different kind of respect. Although he was still welcomed within the Clan, he had never felt more apart from them then he did now.
The Canukiq and Nanukiq arrived together, both northern races silent and foreboding. Among their ranks were some Scandiniq people. Unukitiq Ancients surrounded the area, melting like shadows into the trees. Some brawls and fights had broken out, but most respected what the Great Horn symbolised: Unity. The final Clans to arrive were the Siqiniq and Volatauiq. The others had not heard the Great Horn.
All the Wise One saw was a mass of Ancients arguing over their differences in dialects, or standing apart. "Silence." He said calmly, gradually getting ever Ancient's attention. His dark grey hair blew out in a stream in the arctic wind. Once he was sure all eyes were on him, he began speaking.
"This war was for nothing. Your comrades, your brothers and sisters, died for nothing." There were curses and disagreements, but other Ancients told them to shut up and listen. "The Elders lied to you: there was no plot to assassinate your leaders. There was no conspiracy. This was not a test for honour, courage, valour, and endurance. This...was just a ploy to see how far we would go in destroying ourselves."
Muttering, debate amongst some Ancients.
"In reality, the 'Elders' did not exist. They were just vessels receiving orders from a higher power. That is why you never saw them, and why they never saw the light of day. They used the objects: the Sphere and the two Books, to pick out more servants, and bring about greater divide. The 'Elders', or rather, the Void controlling them, needed this war so we would be distracted, so that we would not think or question the power when it appeared."
"The Void deluded the Psychics into thinking the Vessels were the true evil. This again, was just to pull the Psychics into a trap. I tried to stop this all happening, but I failed. And now the Psychics are no more. They used their powers for what they believed was good, and it destroyed them."
"What of you? Were you not one of them?" an Arcadiniq asked. The Wise One paused. He still needed to win their trust. "I have had this Psychic talent since I was born. It is only something I realised the true extent of recently."
Uncertainty went through the crowd gathered before him. "Today we face a new enemy. The new enemy may have intelligence, but they are not unified, and Unity means everything to us. Without Unity and Will, we will die without Honour. If we die without Honour, we shall not ascend, and we will become the Heathenkind." Fear and shock emanated from some Ancients, but he continued regardless.
"Today we stand and fight as brothers...and sisters. Whether we are Na'ukiq, Siqiniq, or Nanukiq regardless, but we are united. As a race: we are the Ancients. Survival is not certain, but in this cold world we were born into, it never was. Certainty does not exist, but we must. Survival and Unity. We must rid the world of the contagion that haunts us, or we must die." The Ancients roared as one.