Book of The Lightborn: Rise

The dangers of life

Kilon didn't tell anyone yet. About the effects of their presence. Their influence on the living things, besides them, was apparent when enough time has passed or enough of them have died. He was thinking of the beast and how it probably got so strong. He was contemplating "Should I tell them? Is my sharing such things, the reason one of them will turn against us? It can't be, there are other reasons for that vision." The information he possessed is something of high value. If explored properly, it could lead to new discoveries and a prosperous future, if mistakes were made, disaster will follow quickly after.

"Everything good brother? You seem lost in thought." Menoel curiously asked, sitting next to Kilon, as the Lightborn were chasing animals, catching insects and exploring around. Some were jumping on and off gusts of winds, while others gathered balls of waters and sprayed them around. Others trained their skills with light, wind, water and even earth manipulation.

"Nothing much," he said, still looking for words "There is this thing I wanted to try. But I'm unsure. The others may try it, and it might cause trouble." Kilon continued, his eyes looking at the movements of his siblings.

"Then, what if you try it on something they're not interested into?" Menoel suggested.

"Well, even if they're not interested, much like the Link, they may get interested once they see results." Kilon cautiously responded.

"You can tell me and try it while I cover for you with my ability." Menoel fairly continued. The ability of which he spoke, allowed Menoel to bend the light surrounding him. It wasn't perfect yet, but from a distance, he could fool about anyone regarding height, glow and overall form. This, however, could only work from three angles, the sides and front, as his control was still not good, while the alterations to his image were basic, so if anyone approached, it would reveal his trickery. If someone approached him and got too close, he could push this ability further by emanating a strong light, overlapping any other light sources, which he could control how it enters one's eyes. Allowing for the replication of whatever image he wanted, inside the mind of someone close to him. This was only possible once or twice during daytime and up to five times during the night.

Kilon gave it some thought, after which he replied "Very well then. This may be the best approach." Kilon then explained to Menoel his hypothesis about the beast and his observations through his brethren. The fact that the living matter and critters were attracted to their light, was no mere coincidence "We were born special Menoel. That much we understood from the Creator. However, we didn't understand how special. Our lives carry something which the other beings lack. Our lights, although we knew are special, how much wasn't clear. But now that I sat here, I'm starting to get a better grasp onto it." he explained, while revealing that underneath him, the grass has been growing exponentially fast. "I cut this grass three times by now, and it still grows to a finger's length in seemingly moments."

Menoel looked at the grass where Kilon sat, and he could see it grow under his gaze. Looking under him, the grass was growing as well, albeit slower. "It makes a lot of sense now that you mention it. The fact that animals aren't scared of us as much as they should be, and the beast that was a few times larger than others from it's kind." Menoel was starting to get an idea of what this meant, why Kilon didn't want to get it out. "It means that, the longer we stay in a place, the stronger our influence. Do you think our lights affect animals even if we don't get eaten by them?" Menoel asked concerned.

"That, I do not know. Which is why I want to try something. So, are you still willing to help me, Menoel?" Kilon asked, his words careful and his attention fixed for Menoel's response.

"Of course Kilon. It's what I suggested, so I would be a moron to not go along with it." Menoel responded, his answer withholding something. Kilon could tell he wanted to say or ask something. But didn't press him further. Menoel's help was crucial if he wanted to proceed.