Sōlstitum - Latin for Solstice
A flash of memories diligently warped from the ashes, an ancient aura lying beneath them. A dark aura with an ancient beast lying within, waiting for the time of reawakening.
In it's body, a corporal form of the banished god, flowers dwelled amongst it's narrow heart. Few withered by the time of its reawakening but few also remained intact.
It's life-force has long died out, leaving only the spark of it's red power, for it also will fade away.
For she who is also the Matriarch of the Lost, the lady of the Dreamscape and Mother of Lesia.
Story tells, for which her power is reawakened with or without her own vessel— her corporal form, red cracks and vines will seep through until her form can be returned— to the seed and the creation of the Augmented Crown.
"I'm certainly surprised you didn't take too long to find this piece of information, but still. What is your conclusion from this— fairytale?" ASEAN sat atop their throne, brilliant red eyes gazed below them.
Indonesia held a tattered and tainted book in his hands, a long red thread of string tied around his wrist. It appeared right as he entered the room, the same thread was wrapped on the wrists of each of the members of ASEAN's council as well.
Laos juggled a wooden box in his arms, Singapore cradled several files in her own. Cambodia looked disinterested but she was still there, watching. Thailand stood firm next to Cambodia, his face neutral and gaze on the trio in the middle of the room.
Myanmar was seated off to the side in a black chair, Brunei and Malaysia stood at the door guarding
, but remained focused on the conversation.
Vietnam was now among them, their bamboo hat shading most of their face from outside view. Philippines stood by Thailand, gripping the Thai's arm lightly.
"We found these items in the section of the archive that was nameless it mainly included old wive's tales and stories but these— when we found them we felt they were out of place." Singapore answered instead, looking around to Indonesia whose face had darkened intensely.
"Each writing within these items all leads to one person, or rather— item. Red thick vines and cracks all over the place, it's even illustrated in the original depiction." She continued on, softly taking the book from Indonesia and opening it in front of the Power. Pointing at a drawing of a large red plant.
"Very well, once you've summarized all that their is to know about it in those archives send them in to me and I will give it to the other powers." ASEAN lifted his hand, strings and threads wrapped around it strumming each one of them, the direct result; the members of the council visibly relaxing.
It wasn't because they knew what ASEAN was planning, it was because they knew that whatever it was he planned was going to happen sooner than later. They weren't that interested in it, besides the fact that every time they went against him, good things didn't necessarily happen.
But regardless, they would do as he said and that was exactly what they were doing now. "What happens after that?"
Singapore frowned slightly, not really sure how much information she should divulge. ASEAN already knew most of it himself as the Power closed his eyes and leaned backwards before opening them again.
"You are all dismissed, from this meeting and for the school day."
"Our next meeting is on the twelfth." ASEAN waved his string-wrapped hand.
They nodded, turning and walking towards the door. Cambodia was in the lead and headed straight for the exit,
and followed closely behind. Laos brought up the rear, giving everyone a single glance before closing the door.
Vietnam stood in the doorway last, making sure to turn off the lights for the power. Once the lights were off, and the Vietnamese was outside the room, he still felt the lingering feeling of ASEAN's ability and influence looming on his back, aching him to obey and bend to the power's will.
After so long he and the other members of the council still felt uneasy by it.
"My dear grandson, why have you. . . called me?" America's eyes wondered to the large holographic blue screen in front of him, he was in ASEAN's communication hall, a fortified location for classified or dangerous intelligence gatherings, such as the one the prince was in now.
"I am sorry to awaken you from your slumber , dear grandmother, however it was not without a purpose. Yesterday the Powers alerted me to a presence that was beyond comprehension, a being or ancient power that has been released into this land." America winched as the woman on the other side of the holograph, growled in response either in tandem with brushing her obvious ginger locks or the anger that swelled within her at his words, not himself but the words.
"You dare not speak of him boy! He is no longer a friend to us, but rather a nuisance and an enemy." She howled, her rage echoed as sparks of dark blue energy surged from the holograph, America was lucky UN had fortified the hall of secrecy just for this very reason.
"I truly apologize, Grandmother Britannica. I will not do it again, you have my word." America bowed,
"Stand, boy. I know you will not fail me, my son has raised you well, but it is a matter of time before the real problem seeks to awaken once again." Britannica raised a glass of liquid,
"As I also have news from my part, recently Celtic and Persia have both awaken from their slumbers like I have as well,"
"It seems, not even the Solstice can stop what is surging through the land as we speak." The old kingdom of the seas huffed, placing down her wine glass.
"Alas, true to the word he is, ASEAN. . . His underlings are extremely useful for matters that do not relate to simply war and fighting." She shuffled around on her royal bed.
"I also have word you seem to have befriend his council, color me surprised but I never thought of you as the social type." Britannica shuffled closer to the camera point.
"I have, dearest grandmother they are quite the interesting bunch, as a matter of fact, one of them seems to have the ability that has been lost from your grasps long ago when you were in your prime, grandmother." Britannica grimaced,
"Malay, how thoughtful of him to keep its spirit alive." She chuckled,
"I'm not surprised," Her smile dropped.
"He was always so stubborn, even after the death of Sultanate."
"Nonetheless I applaud their loyalty to ASEAN. It's his first time commanding a group of countries and being especially prosperous after only a few decades." Britannica gazed at the American.
"However, after meeting the founders when they were formed. . . I sensed two would be far more greater than ordinary subordinates and underlings of a Power. The keen glasses and the scary chain wielder."
"Singapore and Thailand?" America murmured,
"Yes. I know they are smart. And I believe they have already figured out what exactly is going on." Britannica's mouth remained a thin line.
"Your audience with me has concluded, America. I won't bother you any further."
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