The pods slide open all the way, and an orb rises from each one, all of them a different color and size.
"Rise, Pure Ones! Rise, for the final one of your brethren has joined our cause!"
As the final words leave Aravos's lips, the orbs fly back into the pods, and three men, and three women rise from the pods, ranging from the age of what looked to be 30, to as young as 10, each looking like they had just woken from a long slumber, which was as true as it could be. One of them, dressed in a sea-green robe, asks,
"What... What are we doing here? Aravos, are we getting answers? How long have I been asleep?"
All of the others started to yell out questions too.
" Who's the new guy?"
"How long has it been?"
"Where are we?"
"Are we under attack?"
Aravos finally gets the room to be quiet, and says,
"I am sorry for the wait, but let us eat, and then we will have the time to ask questions.With that being said, follow me. No using your powers."
The doors open, and Aravos walks out of the room, beckoning for them to follow. They all follow him down the corridor, into the room with the training supplies, down the middle corridor, and into a sort of mess hall. The room, again, was like the other two. High ceiling, with giant metal doors blocking the entry. Upon entering, they see a long row of tables, each one engraved with a different design to match that of one of the pods.
"As you can see, you each have your own table. For now, sit where you like. It will not matter, so long as you do not allow yourselves to, shall we say, go crazy."
Arman is about to ask what Aravos means, but notices the others are nodding their heads and, upon seeing this, follows suit. He then starts to walk towards the tables, and the others follow his lead. Even though Aravos had said they could sit anywhere, they all sit at their own tables.
As Arman finishes a meal of steak and multiple veggies, Aravos puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Follow me, Arman. It is time we found out what your aspect of power is. I have a hunch, but my hunches are not always correct."
With that, Arman and Aravos leave the room, with everyone else staring at their backs.
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Battle of the Pure
ФэнтезиThis follows the tale of a man named Arman. Born in the small village of Hampton, Arman follows a man to the woods, and finds a secret world. And that world is at war. As Arman tries to unravel the great power he has found within himself, he finds t...
