Book of The Lightborn: Rise

A way out

"And then? What did the beast do?" curiously asked Eharel, a slightly red glowing Lightborn.

"He killed it I bet. It couldn't have survived, I'm sure." Menoel added, the tallest Lightborn after Kilon and Alvaraan.

"Let him say it, you keep interrupting him." Manna said disgruntled "Although I'm curious about the fur, does it really change color according to the light it receives?" she asked after her complaint.

"And you asking him more would let him finish the story how?" inquired impatiently Orvus, a slightly blue glowing Lightborn.

Kilon would sit and watch with a slight smile as his siblings would argue with each other. He knew the road ahead was hard, so those moments could only be counted onwards.

"So, as I said" Kilon resumed, everyone now listening. Where he couldn't be heard, others would silently whisper his words "I was on top of the beast, my spear slashing at it's back. And, while I thought it was over, the beast still had life kicking in it, so it sprouted on it's hind legs, breaking the left paw!" Kilon said, his hands animating the scene, while the face painfully remembered the followup. Everyone listened intently, not wanting to miss a word, as this was their first teachings of the outside. Kilon's stories of the animals, environments, the fight with the beast and how he dealt with the disasters of the Shivering Lands, as well as the sad discovery of Alvaraan, all were captivating the minds of these Lightborn which never stepped outside the LInk's reach.

After he told his stories, he presented, as promised, the proof needed that they could explore what's beyond the Link and even the Shivering Lands. The head of the beast and his explanation of it's species encouraged the Lightborn, while the showcase of his wind manipulation excited all of them. His siblings now were convinced and ready, the only thing holding them back, was taking parts of the Link, like Kilon did, in order to survive. But Kilon, as he stood up and raised his voice, reassured them that "Since I know how to grasp at the light, I can teach . The uncounted suns which took me to learn from nothing, will be only a few dozen for most of you, less for some. After everyone has learned and got a strand of light attached, then and only then, we will leave our home."

"Can you not simply attach them to us?" a Lightborn fairly asked.

"I'm afraid not, for each connection is unique and it would take me far too long." Kilon responded in kind.

"If all of us take a strand of light from the Link, won't shrink or make it disappear?" another Lightborn anxiously asked.

"No it will not." Kilon assured "The Link forms new connections at all times, endlessly so. Even if there were so many of us that we would cover the lands, the Link would never shrink or disappear."

Everyone still had questions to ask and were still not completely sure they would be able to accomplish what Kilon did. But, from within the crowd of lights, a larger one now was lighting up.

"Just like this. I can't feel the cold and strength flows within me. It's just about how it should feel, right Kilon?" Orvus asked, a strand of light now visibly attached to his back, walking through the crowd and towards Kilon. He stepped in front of him, Kilon surprised and pleased with what he saw.

"How did you manage to grasp at it so fast Orvus?" Kilon intrigued asked.

"Many suns ago, when you first started to put your hands inside the Link, I got curious myself. And, although I gave up shortly after like many other, some sensation of attachment was left lingering inside of me. Now that you have explained the principle behind it, I had a clear image in my head. The lingering feeling, became a complete one and started to flow into me, then I grasped at it and didn't let go."