Yo dudes! Jetzul here with a new chapter of Rise of Spirits-The fall of Worlds!
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I don't own Tales of Xillia (huddles in a corner and falls into despair)
"...the more mana that is placed within the fossil, the spyrite will grow in both size and compact, turning the lesser spirit into what we can almost call a live animal." He said proudly, gesturing to the little glowing semi-transparent fox creature sitting on the table next to him. The spyrite sat there, staring curiously at the small group of doctors and members of the medical group, occasionally releasing a small gentle cry, as if to insist on the speaker's words.
"But if we continue to feed the spyrite with a normal amount of mana, the spyrite will be able to live and aid people, but will be unable to grow in both strength and abilities." He looked back at the said creature that had decided to go to sleep on the desk next to him. He smiled. "The mana source is the key to the spyrite's survival. The mana fossil must not be kept at a too far distance from the spyrite, at the risk of the latter dying." He looked back to the crowd of scientists and doctors. He noticed an upraised hand. "I promise to answer your questions after the presentation." he quickly said.
He looked back at the board behind him, and flipped the large paper over. A new large graph with rising and falling lines were traced on it. "Now here's the main problem: the booster. We haven't found a way to remove that problem yet. The booster has irregular frequencies, and can easily give the spyrite too much, or too little mana at once. Though, we noticed that the boosters all have a pattern, so we can compensate the problem with mana fossils." He looked back down at his notes and shook his head. "That's about it." he crossed his fingers behind his back. "Any questions?"
The raven-haired teenager's question was answered by two or three doctors who raised their hands.
"Yes Doctor Lurias?"
Another teenager, about his age, lowered his hand and looked at the sheet of paper before him. "You've said that the amount of mana can turn the spyrite into a more…living creature. Say if we give the spyrite a huge dose of mana, enough to turn it into a living creature, and then cut the source of mana, what will happen to that spyrite?"
The answer was simple. "The spyrite will die. It will take much more time, but it will die. Anyone else?"
There was no one.
"Well that concludes the meeting."
Instantly the assembly climbed to their feet, and the small conversations between them, aroused. The crowd began to trickle out of the room like oil from a tank.
With the presentation done, the teenager let out a long sigh of relief, and collapsed on a chair, exhausted. He had been working on the presentation all week, and had had little time to rest, sometimes staying up all night for his research.
"Hey Jude!"
The boy in question looked up to see Balan rush towards him. He had moved from Elympius to Fennmont in order to attempt to convince many people, namely the King Gaius himself, to aid the Elympians in their attempt to create their new source of energy: Spyrites.
Jade grinned. "Hey Balan. What did you think?"
The older man stopped before him and crossed his arms proudly. "You did great. I'm glad to have you on our side. I though Alvin was kidding when you were an honor's student and all, but looks like I was the one who was wrong. For a sixteen year old, what you did was impressive."
Jude blushed slightly from the praise. "Well, thanks, I guess. It was a lot of work. I hope it pays off in the end." He climbed to his feet once again and began to collect his notes. "I've heard rumors that nature was progressively returning to Elympius. Is it true?" he asked, hopeful that the ruined world would now be able to return to its once lustful green state.
Balan tilted his head. "Well, nature is returning, and the public is fighting hard to save the newborn spirits, but…"
Jude noticed the pause. "What's wrong?"
Balan shook his head. "The government wants to use the newborn spirits as temporary fuel for society until the use of Spyrites is capable of supporting the spyrixes role. We need as much support from the people of Rieze Maxia if we want to stop them."
Jude nodded understandingly as he piled up his research papers together. "I see. Well I could-wait, can you pass me…thanks-I can write to Milla and ask her for support. She'll definitely come and help you." he said.
Balan sighed. "As much as I'd appreciate the offer, I think I'm going to refuse. I don't want to go running to the Lord of Spirits for help. I have a rep to keep."
Jude shrugged. "No prob." He turned to leave, before stopping. "I'm going back to the dorms. I'm still…" he shook his head. "We can walk and talk."
"Actually, I was going to offer you a dinner. Consider it a thanks for being such help." Balan nodded. "Hey spea-wait let me help" he quickly opened the wooden door to let the teenager out of the room. "Speaking of Milla, what happened to her? I've heard of some rumors but…"
Jude smiled sadly. "In the previous letter I received from her, she said that she was spending most of her time in the spirit realm, trying to keep an eye on the newborn spirits, while rebuilding the Rieze Maxia." He said, raising his head to think back of his last battle with Gaius. The battle had been so violent, the shockwaves of the mystic artes had somehow managed to do real damage in both Elympius and Rieze Maxia. "But that was two weeks ago. I haven't heard of her since." He lowered his eyes. "I miss her…"
Balan noticed the look on his face. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure you two will meet again. After all, she is the Lord of Spirits. She can allow herself to take a day off right?" Receiving no reply, he turned to the raven-haired teenager. "Jude?"
The boy was staring at the ground as he walked, oblivious to the world around him. Balan sighed and clamped a hand on his shoulder, making the boy jump out of his reverie. "You're zoning out again."
Jude felt his ears redden. "Sorry." he whispered in embarrassment. He was doing that a lot recently…was he really that tired?
The two of them stepped out of the large school and into the dark, yet comforting streets of Fennmont. Jude felt the autumn wind blow pleasantly through his hair. However, his head, already heavy with fatigue, felt dizzy, and the breeze brought a strong sense of nausea. Staggering to regain balance, he rubbed his face with the palm of his hand.
"Whoa! You okay Jude?"
Jude grew quickly aware of two hands holding by the shoulders, helping him regain his fragile balance. "Just tired. Sorry Balan, but I don't think it'll be wise for me to pick up your offer. Sorry. Another time maybe?"
Balan noticed the look on his face. "Yeah, you're exhausted. How about tomorrow for lunch? It'll give you the time to sleep in."
Jude thought. "I don't have anything planned for tomorrow, so maybe." He shifted the load in his arms in a more comfortable position. "Where do we meet? The Verhian Restaurant? It's not too expensive."
Balan grinned. "Don't worry about the expenses. Don't forget, I'm much wealthier than I look."
Jude sighed. "I think there's a place called Cherish's Token. How about we meet there at eleven?"
"Works for me. I'll see you there!"
Jude watched the older man walk away, a certain leap in his steps, before turning and pacing calmly towards his school's dorms. Once again, it was just him and his books…this school life could get really boring, which often led him to work. Granted it wasn't the most exciting thing, but at least it was better than losing his time right?
Speaking of time…what time was it? He knew it was beginning to get late, but the skies of Fennmont were always dark, and the spirit lights living within the trees were hardly enough to help keep track of time.
"Hey watch it!"
Jude stumbled backwards, muttering a quick apology to the man he had just walked into, before turning past him and continuing his trek. He really had to be more careful.
He finally slammed dorm's door shut. Leaning against the wooden door in both relief and exhaustion, he dropped all his books and notes on a pile on the floor, and seemed ready to sleep in that position, when a quiet clicking noise could be heard from the otherside of the room.
Groaning, he looked up. Just outside the window, pecking irritatingly against the window frame, was a small white pigeon with a black spot on one of its wings.
"Spot…" he muttered.
Instantly, he felt his mood lighten. Spot was his own messenger bird. He walked up to the window and carefully pulled it open. Instantly, the pigeon hopped inside and took flight, carefully landing on the desk next to the bed.
Jude slumped on the bed, and carefully opened the small leather pouch that was slung around the bird's neck and wings. He felt his heart skip a beat when he pulled out the neatly folded piece of paper.
As quickly as he could, he unfolded the sheet. Milla must've answered him! How long he waited just to get news fr-
His spirits collapsed when he remembered a crucial fact about Milla: she couldn't write. She never needed to, and even if she and to sign her name on something, Gnome, the Great Spirit of earth, would move her hand for her.
Nevertheless, he looked at the letter, and felt his mood improve slightly as he recognized the unreadable scribble that was Leia's handwriting.
Wait…was her handwriting…
Jude shook his head sadly. His exhaustion was toying with his eyesight. He tossed the letter on his nightstand and pulled on his pajamas. He'll read it tomorrow.
For now, nap time.
She watched the village of Nya Khera from the hills fall into slumber for the night.
Her eyes gleamed with anger. They were the first ones to accept and invite the Elympians to join Rieze Maxia. Because of them…
They will pay for their insolence.
She raised an arm. Instantly, the ground around her began to shift. Fragments of rock and minerals began to churn together.
"Please stop!"
She turned to glare at the Great Spirit that flew out of her body, and hover before in her original form: a small green fairy. She flapped her small transparent wings in order to keep hovering at the woman's eyelevel.
"Please Mistress. Remember all they've done for you! If anyone deserved mercy, it's them!"
She snapped her head towards the Great Spirit, her eyes burning with anger and blind rage. "Do you wish to return to the Lance of Kresnik?"
The spirit's eyes went wide, and she shook her head madly.
"Then shut up."
The woman raised her arm and snapped her fingers.
Instantly, a huge wall of soil erupted around her, and dove at the small, defenseless village, loyal only to her, that slept peacefully before her.
She watched the soil spill towards it, before vanishing underground again. Several long seconds later, the scenery shifted, and huge pillars of earth erupted from the ground, destroying every house, one by one, in the village.
The people were awake suddenly, and were instantly thrown in absolute panic.
She smirked as she saw the wreckage, the bodies being torn and flung in the air like broken wooden dolls, and the screams for help and mercy.
They all died out. And soon, the once peaceful village of Nya khera ceased to exist entirely.
She turned. "Next time, more destruction and chaos." She muttered to herself. She turned around. "What are you looking at?" she snarled.
The green colored spirit, her eyes wide as saucers and her mouth clasped tightly over her mouth to suppress a scream of horror, hovered there, in a complete state of shock. "I…" she tried to formulate a word, but her voice failed her. She screamed and did the only thing she could: escape.
She flew away like a bullet, not giving any time for her Mistress to recover from what happened.
Tears streaking down her face, the Spirit flew as fast as her little wings could carry her. "What happened?" she whispered as she flew away. "This wasn't supposed to happen…"
She landed inside a large tree, and quickly snuggled in the gentle leaves, before breaking once again into a heart-broken sob.
Yes the village of Nya Khera is destroyed. ^^ Things like this will happen in the futur. I'll try to warn if I'll add some character death (highly unlikely there will be some, but just in case)
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