When I dream, I see everything.
That is both an exaggeration and not. I have seemingly little control over what, exactly, I see, but I can see anything. This ti, I experienced the lives of mortals.
Every pain they went through, I experienced. The strength of their emotions flowed through , every little pain and heartbreak. Celene’s depression and pain, that sudden unwillingness to survive after the unfortunate death of her fated lover – every inch of it tried to pierce my heart, her cries sounding like my own. Dei’s rage and desperation – watching his beloved ntor die to save as many of her people as she could, the desire he held to fight those beasts until his last breath. Yet he couldn’t, he had to tamp down on his desires, the black anger that drove him to hate, because he had a duty to his people. He couldn’t fall apart, couldn’t deal with his own emotions, because his people were depending on him to keep them together. And he would not fail them; all that, I felt like it was my own.
Even the pain of a child, having a toy taken away I could feel.
It wasn’t just on Pangea that mortal souls were going through catastrophes, either. On the planets that circled their own miniature suns, separated from the land of the Life-Giving Tree, disasters struck. Earthquakes rocked continents, hurricanes battered coastlines, and volcanoes erupted. Though no one had died in the actual fight, the aftershocks had shaken the already-chaotic Physical Realm.
That wasn’t even ntioning the spiritual pain people were going through, as part of living.
But it was not all bad. I had the pleasure to bear witness to a number of strong souls rise above their situations, striving to aid others and lead them to safety. There were genuine acts of greatness among the mortals, so seeming small and insignificant, so not so much. Warm hugs and praise. Kind words, crude jokes told just to get a laugh, a pleasant buzz, a warm blanket on a chill night. A great leader, inspiring their followers. Followers, inspiring their leader. A helping hand, to lift others up out of whatever hole they found themselves in; and I experienced those monts from both perspectives.
I wasn’t really sure why I dread like this. Maybe it was my connection to the Four Realms. Maybe it was sothing all Origin Deities felt. Or maybe it was simply an unconscious desire of mine; part of my being, forcing to go through this.
But I couldn’t sleep long, not this ti.
My eyes opened. A soft bed lay beneath , blankets wrapped tightly about my body. To the right a fire crackled in the fireplace, less to provide heat and more for comfort. A few of my favorite paintings had been brought in; a painting of Keilan and , boating in the sea of mories, one of the Four Realms as a whole, one of each of my first four children, and more. There was, however, a suspicious lack of Randus and his steaming pot of tea greeting . I suspected he had been taken away to help aid the Realms.
Reika sat in the corner of the room, playing with her child. I’d only been asleep for five years, and the little one had grown slowly – appearing as if she was only two, three years old now. Her nine red-furred fox tails swished happily as Reika made a few small birds of pure, white ice dart around her head. She giggled, reaching up to snatch at them, fox-ears twitching, Reika joining in with the laughter as she kept the birds just out of reach.
I smiled at the heartwarming scene, content to just watch for a ti. A part of even wanted to slip away as quietly as I could, let them have their monts. But I couldn’t bring myself to.
“Mama, He’s awake,” the little girl suddenly said, snapping her head in my direction. She blinked her big, grey eyes at , and I wiggled my eyebrows at her, sticking my tongue out. She giggled even as Reika shot to her feet, rushing to my side as I struggled to sit up, feeling surprisingly weak still.
"Mother, lay back down!” she urged, putting a hand on my shoulder, just above my missing arm. I shot her a non-plussed look, easily pushing through the kind gesture. “It’s only been a few years, you’re still…”
“Injured? I know. Mind giving a hand?” I asked, wiggling my stump, still glittering with gold light as the wound slowly healed. At this rate it would take eons to fully grow back my arm, unless I took so extra ti to focus on healing it. Which I couldn’t do yet. There were better uses for my ti, and the energy that would require. Reika glared at for the joke and I cracked a grin. An additional weight on the bed, accompanied by a cute grunt, told the little one had clambered up onto the bed with . “What’s her na?” I asked, gesturing to the toddler as she plopped herself at the foot of the bed, watching with curious eyes. Reika shifted from foot to foot for a second but eventually relented, moving to sit beside her child. She burrowed into her side, little arms grabbing Reika’s dress, tails flicking.
“Kei.” Reika said softly, putting a hand on said child’s head, right between her ears.
“Kei. That’s a good na.” I told her. Kei giggled and buried her face into her mother’s side.
“’s not a good na.” she muttered, voice muffled from Reika’s dress. I raised an eyebrow at her. “’S my na, so it’s a great na.” Reika rolled her eyes in fond exasperation, while I chuckled, Kei peeking out to smile at cheekily.
“You’re right. It’s a great na.” I agreed.
“Mother, you really should get so more rest. If you woke up just to talk to and Kei…” Reika trailed off, worrying her lip between her teeth. I smiled at her and shook my head.
“I have no intentions to leave this room yet. It’ll likely end up being my new ditation chamber, all things considered, but first I have a few things to do before I start amassing power again.” I explained, boldfaced lying about not wanting to leave the room. My incarnations could only do so much; much of my capabilities resided solely within my true body. One of such things was the power of true creation; Mr. Boxes hadn’t been lying when he said that it would take a long ti to reach the sa level of power as I had been, when I first created the Realms. Such acts of great, casual creation were beyond , but I could still create if I amassed the prerequisite amount of power.
As such, I had to return my consciousness here if I wanted to create what I needed to.
“Amass power? Mother, you need –“
“What I need,” I interrupted. “Is for you to go fetch Gilles for . He should be close to the Sun, collecting Void shards. Tell him to bring those as well as the other things he’s gathered, please.” Reika frowned at , setting her hands on her hips and glancing, hesitantly, toward Kei. The little girl just cocked her head to the side in confusion.
“But,” she started.
“I raised you four on my own. I think I can watch Kei for a little while without the entire palace catching fire.” I deadpanned. Reika hesitated for just a mont longer, then gave her kid one last squeeze.
“Be good for Grandma Statera. I’ll only be gone a mont,” she said. Kei wrinkled her nose.
“He’s a Grandpa, though,” she insisted, and I chuckled. Reika smiled softly, ruffled her hair once more, and promptly teleported out of the bedroom. Kei blinked in surprise as she vanished, glancing about rapidly. I whistled to get her attention, wiggling my stump arm. That was getting annoying. I’d have think about how to fix it – a prosthetic? No, that was dumb. “Grandpa?” she asked, and I cracked a grin, a horrible, evil thought coming to mind. Who said I was a good example for children? Not I. Certainly not for grandchildren; grandparents were supposed to be bad influences.
“Wanna set sothing on fire?” I asked, and Kei nodded rapidly, eyes shining.
Reika returned to my palace on fire. It wasn’t real fire, I worked together with Kei to cast illusory flas onto the roof as we stood out front, on the grey-stone landing pad leading to the front doors, cackling madly. My arm was spread wide, the flickering flas atop the dod palace casting my face in an ominous orange glow. Kei stood right next to , hands on her hips and tails spread as wide as they could go, as she did her best to imitate . Her cute little cackle sounded more like hiccups than actual laughter, but she had the spirit.
This little trick did two things; one, it started to teach Kei how to use her magic, even if illusions were only one facet of the nine-tailed fox’s abilities. And two; the look on Reika’s face was priceless.
“Mother!” she screeched, aghast as I broke down into a fit of full-bodied laughs, the panic and worry on her face truly amusing. Kei glanced at , trying to maintain her little hiccup-cackle even through the dopey grin on her face. Clearly she was my grandchild, for how much fun she was having with this. “What are you doing?! You're supposed to be in bed, not - what are you doing?!”
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“Playing a prank, I believe, Lady Reika,” Gilles droned, stepping out of the darkness of space behind her, shooting an unimpressed look. “Those flas are not real.”
“I know that. Why are you teaching Kei bad things?” Reika snapped, setting her hands on her hips and glaring at . I did my best to control my laughter, rolling about on the ground as I was. Kei, anwhile, ran over to her mother and looked up at her with big, sad eyes.
"Mama mad? Tryin’a be funny,” she said. Reika looked down at her and her expression lted, bending down to scoop her up into her arms. Kei buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, shoot a single sly look my direction with a little wink, before snuggling closer. That little brat, she just abandoned ! I’m so proud. And honestly, I do deserve it.
“I’m not mad at you, sweetie, I’m mad at Grandma.” She soothed, patting Kei’s back.
“Grandpa,” Kei corrected, and Reika rolled her eyes.
“I do apologize for interrupting, but I was wondering what you needed of , Lord Patriarch?” Gilles interrupted, imdiately sobering up. I pushed myself to my feet, dusting off my robes with my one good hand. The illusory flas on the palace vanished with a snap of my fingers, the orange glow they cast replaced in an instant with the light of the Realm Sun.
“Yes, sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” I said, ignoring the Lord Patriarch title. I’d given up long ago trying to tell people what to call . Even my children did whatever they wanted. “I need a few of those void shards you found, please. The biggest ones.” I requested. Gilles hesitated for just a mont, then obediently stepped forward and pulled a jar of shadows out of thin air. I could sense the void within it, nothingness contained and pacified by his power.
With a quick word of thanks I took the jar, popping open the lid to stare at the interior.
“Be careful with these, Gilles. I do not disapprove of you investigating them, but…the void has the potential to drive even deities mad. That rogue god is an example of that,” I said, almost completely exhausting my knowledge of the void in the process. Gilles himself might even have a deeper understanding of the void at the mont than I did, save for maybe knowledge of paradoxes. And if that was truly the case, I’ve been neglecting my own ditations.
There was sothing about the void that intrigued , tickling that little power of creation I still held and reminding of the enormous power I once wielded, when I first created the Four Realms. There was sothing there. I just didn’t know what, and this may help figure it out.
Gilles paled at my words and bobbed his head, folding his hands into the sleeves of his robe. “I understand. I will treat them with utmost caution.” He promised. I nodded and tucked away the void shards in my sleeve – or at least tried to, before realizing that I was still missing an arm. Silence fell over the group as I stared at the empty space with a frown, feeling intensely annoyed.
“That’s unacceptable,” I grumbled, looking over my shoulder at the six balls of primordial chaos that perpetually floated behind my back…except for when I was laying down. Honestly I hadn’t used them for much yet, but, if they were made of the stuff of creation…I willed one of the balls forward, the roiling mass twisting and shifting as it settled into place on my stump, forming a perfect, albeit discolored, copy of my arm. With another flash of power my robes fixed themselves, a sleeve falling over the new limb, leaving only its grey hand visible.
The chaos writhed, connecting with my intent and nerve endings so it could function as a true limb. I flexed my new fingers – they felt stiff, and unwieldy, but it was better than nothing.
“Much better.” I said, and promptly stuffed the void shards up my sleeve before returning the rest of the jar to Gilles. “And did you find any more of my blood?”
“No, Sir,” Gilles said with a shake of his head. I frowned but accepted the answer, knowing it to be the truth. “Will that be all, Lord Patriarch? I do have more searching to do – there are more void shards out there.”
“Unless you want to see the creation of an angel, that will be all.” I said distractedly, already moving on to my next project. Karmic energy swirled around as I pressed the palms of my hands together, divine light radiating from between them. Reika stepped forward, Kei fixating her eyes on the shining light.
“Right now?” Gilles asked.
“Mother…” Reika warned. When will she learn that, just like I cannot control her, she cannot control ? I know I should be resting and not using too much power, but I need to do this.
“Now.” I said, nodding. The chaos of the Four Realms needed true guides to help the most people through it, but I couldn't just make a legion of angels and call it a day. Not only was I not currently strong enough to do that, I just didn't want to. Most angels I wanted to have rise up naturally; but an example could be set, in this case.
Two new souls swirled into existence between my palms, floating out to sit upon the ground before , awaiting instruction. Power settled about like a cloak as I considered my options for how to go about this. I doubted they would appear like the angels of my old universe, but there was certainly going to be so similarities. “In His own image,” and all that.
Karma roared as the divine energy I commanded ignited under my will, swirling down to condense around the two new souls I had made. Kei made a small noise in the back of her throat as a blinding golden light erupted from them, positive karma reaching critical mass and exploding outward in a divine, golden light.
When the light faded, two angels stood before . Their skin was the color of silver and gold, white horns sprouting from their temples and three eyes blinking at – two in their normal places, a third in the center of their foreheads. A plasmatic aura of pure white light erupted from the crown of their heads, circling around their bodies and creating the illusion of a halo and wings. Golden light radiated from their irises as they took in their surroundings, flexing their new, muscular limbs. And finally their gazes fixated upon . They smiled, standing straight and squaring their shoulders.
Silver robes fell about them, the holy aura they radiated expanding outward.
“Mother…” Reika repeated.
“Fu Hao. Stilicho.” I said, naming each one in turn. They bowed their heads at the nas, thumping their fists over their chests. “You know what to do.” I told the angels, who nodded.
“We do,” they chorused, levitating off the ground. “Leave it to us.” And with that they shot off into the universe, both heading in different directions. One to Pangea, the other to the Heaven Realm. Once there they would begin their work untangling so karmic threads, guiding souls into rising further up the karmic chain…hopefully creating more angels and raising mortal souls to that threshold as well.
I sighed heavily and let my shoulders slump, turning back to my palace. Once I resu my ditations, I’d better set one of my incarnations to fix the building, or Randus will give an earful. Especially since my ditation chamber has been destroyed.
“Mother, why? I thought you wanted to wait for a soul to reach that level naturally?” Reika asked. “Those angels you created may be powerful now, but their growth will be slow, won’t it?” I nodded my head. That was true, and was the downside to creating angels in this way. Their power was initially great, but the growth of said power would be far slower than the growth of a spirit who clawed its way up there, or a mortal soul who did the sa.
“I couldn’t wait any longer, and honestly, I truthfully do not know what will happen when a mortal soul reaches the level of karma necessary.” I admitted. Gilles made a curious noise, and I turned to him with a patient smile, attempting to hide my weariness. “’Angel’ is a blanket term for spirits that reach a level of such high positive karma they begin to touch upon the divine. One could claim such souls have taken the first true step to reaching the level of a god, though the vast majority will not complete the journey. As such, many will most likely wind up in the service of more powerful divine beings. Mortal souls differ from spirits in many ways, partly due to their ability to sh with the physical, but the matter of cultivation…complicates things.” I said slowly, furrowing my brows.
Dei, for example, didn’t have the best karma in the world, but had amassed quite a bit of power. To the point I wouldn’t be surprised if he at least reached the cultivation gate known as “immortality” in his lifeti; sothing I hadn’t been expecting for a while yet. On the other hand, if a soul amassed enough good karma and elevated their own personal understanding of the universe enough, they should be able to achieve immortality as well. That was how I did it in my old universe, and was one of the only thods of doing so.
It needn’t be said that was not the case here.
“I see. So karma could be considered another kind of cultivation, then.” Gilles said. I blinked and thought about it for a mont. That was…huh. That was unfortunately correct. “Just as there is the matter of absorbing qi, or of cultivating the fleshly body, there is also a matter of cultivating karma. And you do not know how surpassing the threshold that would normally an an ascent into an angel will affect mortal souls.”
“That’s right.” I said, nodding. Even if I hadn’t really understood it that way until he said it, that was the gist of it. “Now, I will be entering closed-door ditation soon. There are things I need to discover about my own powers – which these void shards should help with, thank you, Gilles – and power I need to amass.”
“Power? You still intend to create the Lunar Star?” Gilles asked, no judgent in his tone, just curiosity. Reika humd, patting Kei on the back as the little one started to nod off.
“Yes. Its creation is important to the balance of the four realms and the future of its growth. Without it…well. I won’t say destruction, but things will be much harder. It’ll be a slow process, amassing the power, but I do intend to take breaks and wander about a bit.” I said. “If anyone has any questions, I’ll have incarnations running about. Reika, dear, I would love it if you would let spend so ti with Kei. Not only would it give you a bit of a break, let you do your own thing, but I do want to get so quality grandparent-grandchild bonding ti. But for now…well, I really do need to rest so.” And with that, I drifted back inside the palace.
Only when I was sure there were no eyes upon did I frown, casting my senses outward in a brief burst. Where was –
There.
It was slinking away, vanishing almost as soon as my divine sense touched it, but I still caught a glimpse. The Shadow had been watching.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. Through most of my investigations, that had been all the Shadow had done. Things I'd found had been glimpses, the Shadow just observing from the periphery during large and small changes. Though I thought I detected a bit of anger from the being - who I had yet to see clearly - most of the ti its observations seed to be just that; observations. In fact, I daresay the first thing that it had ever really done was attract the foreign god. Its intentions, therefore, remained shrouded in mystery...though I was starting to catch glimpses of what the answer may be. Only a vague idea, however.
Still, one thing was for certain, as it always was.
There was too much to do, and too little ti.
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