Book of The Lightborn: Rise

Everlasting Burden

'To have so much power, that even You, our Creator and Maker choose to speak with me. Show me things which the others can't understand,' Kilon walked forward, his back trying to fall on the ground, as his eyes stared blankly at the ground. "And yet, you don't allow me the power to save my siblings. How is that fair?" he stopped as the body of one of his siblings met his sorrowful gaze. "Look at them, they're all dead," a stretched field of corpses showed before him as a brilliant light started to descend from the sky. "Then, there you are, the one to bring about their demise," amidst the light, he could see himself, smiling at his weaker self. 'Unless... it is for me to take their power as my own'.

"Kilon," a voice disrupted his dreams. "Once again, you seem to go into such deep prayer, that we can't find you," Eharel stood in front of him, Melonius chasing around a mane looter. "Has the Creator spoken to you? Menoel told us that happens to you at times," Eharel stopped Melonius by grabbing him on his shoulder.

"Since when is his word indisputable truth?" Kilon placed his feet on the ground and looked in front of him. The river was on their right side, as it got too close to the forest for them to stay on the same path. To their left, some long distance away where they couldn' see, were the forests where the Sweepers found the troublesome creatures. The Lightborn were walking at a stead march. They became better at synchronising their walk, and their feet produced at times beats of melody. "I thought I commanded for us to stay," Kilon tried to grasp at the time which has passed.

"We saw your eyes blinking, so we thought we should start in advance. This is the fourth sun since we left, and it still happens to you," Melonius bit Eharel's hand, small sparks getting out his skin, and ran away once more. Eharel barely noticed, more worried about Kilon's condition. "Maybe we should rest for a while longer, until you get things in order with the Creator". Kilon snapped a look at him, which Eharel could feel touched something it shouldn't.

"It's not the Creator. This is a doing of my own," he wanted to tell him of his torment, but there was use in Menoel's actions, and his dreams still had the same potential to inflict confusion and panic. "I cannot tell you the cause of them, but I can assure you," Kilon placed his hand on his shoulder, Eharel feeling a deeper, more religious trust in his brother, "it's all in order to ensure we are all safe and alive in the end.".

Since they left, the Lightborn started to create their own vision of who Kilon was. For the most part, it was of a special being, one that should stand above all of them. While some believed him to grow too much, their holy belief in the Creator, challenged by the one whom He was speaking with. Kilon had some of them report back to him, in order to get a grasp on how things were changing. What he didn't anticipate was those he tasked with the reports to use the time they were getting with him as leverage to impose status amongst the others. He at first thought of it as foolish, then started to see Lightborn starting to provide them with goods and services.

To prevent it from spiralling out of control, if Avuania caught wind of it, she was to use the Sweepers and mane looters to get those things for herself. While she had her plans to get attention, he could at least know which one of them held all the goods and services. His larger issues were Menoel who didn't stand by his side as he usually did. Kilon's thoughts were mainly filled with how and what will happen if he was to continue on the path presented before him. He was sure he didn't want to harm any of his siblings, not to the point of stealing their light. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He was the only one amongst them he could think capable of stealing lights and using such vast amounts of power. Not knowing of the threat developing far up north, he could only think of himself as the cause of the massacre.

'The logical conclusions, all the roads too, lead back to me,' Kilon revisited the vision given by the Creator, out of his own accord. 'Manna should be at the Link by this time with her group. Whatever land they reached, it cannot be the right one, for we found it, and they're not here. There is still much more land to cover, but I'm sure of it, as I can't notice the presence of their lights,' the Lightborn were all marching behind him as he was let back at the front. Menoel was there, but once he saw him, he retreated back into the ranks. Kilon wanted to speak with him, he wasn't sure what to say though. 'If I were to disrupt the path set in motion by Menoel, I might stop me from becoming the one to kill them. But if I'm not the one, then the one on whom they rely upon will not be worth listening to. Thus when the real one shows, we will be broken to pieces.'.