Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 41 - Back to the Stage

Aeldari 1:-So it is he. How interesting. - The aeldari on the left mentioned, the one who looked at Kanan with curiosity.

Aeldari 2:-It's much smaller than I thought. - I speak theaeldari male on the right with some disappointment.

Aeldari 1:-Maybe it's an anomaly. -

Aeldari 2:-More like a mistake of the thirsty. -

Aeldari 1:-Their names are very strange. -

Aeldari 2:-More like a Mon-Keight than an ork. -

The two ends of the council began to chatter about the newcomer without much qualms. Kanan saw them and didn't know whether to ask them to be quiet or throw a rock at them, but since Lith remained calm he preferred to do the same. Furthermore, the sharp gaze of theaeldari of the center above him gave him a strong chill. So:

Aeldari 3 :-It's enough. - The one who seemed to be the leader of the craft world spoke.

His words were absolute. As soon as his voice was present, the other two members of the council fell completely silent, returning to the stoicism they presented when Kanan entered the room. So, she continued.

Aeldari 3 :-I guess you have questions... As many as we do. But I guess it's rude that we didn't introduce ourselves properly. To my right stands Rioth Kalun, Autarch of Craftworld Cernunnos and warlord. -

As he spoke, his hand was raised to the right, pointing to theaeldari wearer of the armor even while being inside his kingdom, which does not evenif he flinched when he and Kanan exchanged glances.

Aeldari 3 :-To my left is Miesha Jiashiz, seer and candidate for the position of great seer of the craftworld of Cernunnos. -

Upon hearing her name,aeldari mentioned, still sitting on her throne chair, bowed her head slightly in a sign of respect and gratitude for what Kanan and the rest oforkos have done. Which he didn't like very much to the male aeldari.

Aeldari 3 :-And finally, I introduce myself as the great seer of the craftworld of Cernunnos. Maximum authority and guide of our people,Ney'at Thef. -

Kanan felt it. The white-haired ork felt the weight of the words. Each letter gestured by thataeldari It was charged with a power that he was not able to understand. She spoke in languageaeldari, but his voice was charged with energy.

Kanan looked into her eyes. Those eyes affected by blindness, but that fixed on him like the gaze of a tiger on its prey. Kanan knew it. She saw it. I saw him not as an ork. Not like the leader of the horde. Not like Gorko and Morko's champion. Nothing of that. She saw him as what he really was... As what he was... As what he will be.

Kanan had never experienced a mind reading against him before. It was strange. His head hurt a little, but nothing he couldn't handle. Still, he felt strangely vulnerable. There was no secret that he was capable of hiding. There was no pun he could use to confuse his interrogators. There was nothing he could do... and he knew it. BecauseNey'at He made it very clear to him as soon as he entered his mind. To your memories. The aledari already knew everything about him... The question was... Would this ork be trustworthy? Or was he just another liar whose words hid his true intentions? Only Kanan would be able to decide such a thing.

As a warrior, Kanan knew how to admit defeat. This was a battlefield that he did not know, and he knew he had lost as soon as he looked the great seer in the eyes. There was no point in lying at this point... Although the truth may not have been a good outlet for their controversy either.

Kanan told everything. Everything... Without reserving the slightest bit of information that his mind was capable of remembering. His story began when Slaanesh stole his soul from the clutches of Nurgle, up to the point in the story where they met. Everyone was listening, and different reactions were visible in the gestures of those present.