A Change In The Horizon || The Lost One AU

14. Confrontation

AN

Okay, so someone asked me about this in the last chapter, and I realized that I didn't explain this well. Someone does not need one of their parents to be a higher species in order to be a hybrid/bastard. As long as one of their ancestors is one, and one of their other ancestors is human, they will be a hybrid regardless of how far removed they are. At some point, if they're far enough removed from the higher species, they might become a brand new species that is more human-like, however. We see this with Vexes (fairies).

Oh! And also, I just wanted to say, if someone is speaking in signage, 'it will look like this' from now on.

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"W-what do you mean?!" Xel stuttered, turning half of his eyes to Elisha and the other half on Miesall. "She's not a... bastard, she's a..." elf, he wanted to say, but there was no word for it. It now made sense why — the higher species didn't care to call hybrids by their preferred names, they just used the term bastard, and if further clarification was needed, they would say which species they had descended from. Still, he stubbornly chose not to believe it, because one of his old friends was also an elf. "But— what about Martyn? He can't be one!"

Miesall frowned, lowering his stance now that he had said all he needed to to stop Xel. 'Why not?' He asked. It was more of a rhetorical question, one to further show Xel the truth. Xel opened his mouth to speak, but he found that Miesall had been right, no matter how badly he wanted to deny it.

"Is something wrong?" Elisha asked, her head still tilted to the side as she looked up at the other two. She was so small, so innocent. She didn't look as though she half belonged to a race that would slaughter Watchers mercilessly. Then again, neither did Martyn.

"Don't worry about it." He dismissed.

"Well okay, let's go then!" She exclaimed, once again taking Xel's hand. Before she take a step, however, Miesall had already formed an obsidian spike to wield as a sort of dagger. He moved swiftly, quickly holding against the girl's neck. He wasn't taking any more chances, it would seem as the truth was out. She gasped, her face immediately paling as confused tears sprung to her eyes.

"Miesall! What are you doing?!" Xel scolded. This was just an innocent girl. She had done nothing to deserve or warrant such an extreme measure. She was a child, no less!

'Didn't you hear me? That girl is part Listener! She's going to kill us both in cold blood! The persona you see now is just a facade!' Miesall retorted. 'And stop speaking out loud. She can probably understand you, and even if she can't, there is a good chance that Listeners are in the area— Language is known by virtually all of the higher species!'

Xelqua got himself out of Elisha's grip, holding his hand as if he had hurt it. He turned his gaze to Miesall, almost shocked at how he was acting. The elf hadn't even done anything! 'What about Martyn? He never did anything like that.' He protested.

Miesall fluttered his wings. 'Yeah, but only because we contained him in the world of Evolution. If given the chance, he would have done the same.' He was sure.

It was in that moment, looking at the creature that had been his friend for decades now, that he began to question. Miesall was on the edge of attacking this girl because she supposedly would do the same. He said that Martyn would too, but that didn't sound like him — that he would attack someone unless he had good reason to or if it was all in good fun.

He recalled what wars he had been taught between the Watchers and the Listeners. Each and every time, the Listeners tried to mercilessly slay the Watchers, who were only defending the players. The Listeners wanted the worlds to descend into chaos, allowing anarchy and villainy to ensue. Permadeaths, looting, stealing, ruins of worlds were sure to follow.