Skies of emrub

Premonition

(SPOILERS FOR WAKFU S4)

He wakes in a swirling inferno of purple, a familiar scene. Stars and smoke envelop the being in front of him, stretching on endlessly, coils of pulsing energy wrapped around him. He looks up, meeting giant white eyes that crinkle as the being looks at him. He reaches out a hand, placing it on the nose of the dragon's muzzle, the sheer size of the glowing dragon dwarfing his hand by comparison. There are no thoughts in this place, as he has come to realize, the dragon's words echoing in his head.

" It has been a while since we last talked. Your godhood is as strong as ever, Little spark. " So it has. He remembers, not without a bit of apprehension, that he has been avoiding the dragon, too stuck on painful memories to risk going to this place again. The dragon in front of him chuckles, his eyes narrowing with amusement. He pulls his hand away.

"So you have been avoiding me. And here I thought I could trust you, Nazalath." Naz feels guilty, looking away from that great being's face. He didn't want to betray his trust, didn't want to hurt another being, it's in his nature to be wary, it's what's kept him alive. The great dragon nudges his chest, prompting him to look up.

" You have not hurt me. You cannot hurt me. We have more pressing matters to discuss, little spark." The guardian merely nodded, welcoming the subtle shift that came with the words, the dragon's coils wrapping around him, gentle and warm, sparks lightly traveling up his body. He tilts his head, questioning what he had been brought here for. It's been years since he had last woken up here, years since he had spoken to the deity face to face.

" Be patient. I'm getting to that. There is a reason I have called you today. I know you are a being of pure stasis, as I am too." The dragon trails off, leaving questions burning in the guardian's mind, swirling a mile a minute, relentless and paranoid. The dragon lets out a low chuckle, rumbling the guardian's body with the shakes his great coils transmit, like the thunder rumbling through the clouds.

" Don't be skittish, guardian. This is merely information I think you may need. Now, if you are calm, I will tell you." Naz nods, trying to put a lid on the swirling in his mind, shove the lingering wisps of paranoia from his thoughts, or what passes for thoughts. He doesn't like the sudden usage of his purpose, doesn't like the reminder of his unearthly ties. Those dofus have caused him and others mountains of suffering, threatening the world they resided in relentlessly. He tries furiously to shove down the other side, the desperate need to guard those dofus, to slip out of the uncomfortable shell that passed for godhood and into something more secluded, more familiar. The great being in front of him shifted his head lightly, sending a wave of new tingles through his body

" How complicated of a thought. Do my gifts to you leave you this unhappy?" Again he is reminded of this divine being's ability; There are no thoughts here. He shakes his head. He does wish the godhood was easier to bear, less painful, wished the boiling blood that ran gold in his veins would stop its flow, momentarily stop the pain and the chains and let him breathe. The other gift is no easier, relentlessly making him fall ill.

" I never said godhood would be easy, Little spark. Neither is your original purpose." Naz knows, but lowers his head anyway. He had been a child then, he wanted to argue, too misled by woes and sorrows that he had been prepared to sacrifice everything, even his own mortality, his own dragonhood, his own future.

" It was the only way at the time. And it was you who agreed, not I who enforced. You and I both know you had been grown when we met, if not physically, then in here, where your soul touched mind. Now, before we stall anymore, I would like to carry out my purpose here." The guardian raises his head again, looking into those all-seeing eyes. Speak, he wants to say, but there are no voices here. None but the great one's own.

" As you know, you and I are both beings of stasis, I more than you. But we are not the only ones with this condition." He tilts his head, eyes widening. Condition?

" Yes, condition. I am the essence of stasis, the embodiment of chaos. I am Death, I am stagnancy. You were created in my image, as your sister was in the image of my lover; a perfect balance. Now, back to what I had said; you and I are not the only beings of stasis. The captors of my lover are creatures like us as well, though they feed on wakfu for power. They are brittle and steal to generate what they need. Quite impressive how they make due." He doesn't understand. This is too much, and this is too little. It was overwhelming in a sense, but also so under stimulating . He feels like something is missing, but like something doesn't fit- familiar and alien together, everything and nothing at once; what was he supposed to think of this exchange?

" I am not asking you to think, I am asking you to listen , little spark. These beings, fragile and pathetic as they seem, are not extinguished, the same being with my lover. They will return, and they will bring destruction. Watch my children, watch their dofus. If you fail, you will be destroyed; your godhood, your legacy, your name, you. They will come for your sister, as she is rather close in the amount of wakfu she shares with my lover, and ultimately, when all else fails, they will come to you, recognize you as their own. Beware of the necromes. They are an omen." He wanted to protest, tell the great being in front of him that he couldn't be one of them, he was a dragon, not a necrome, regardless of the amount of stasis he possessed.

" That is where you are wrong. Dragons are not exclusive from necromes in a sense, like the rectangle is not exclusive from a square. You share their make up of stasis, but you are born with it. You can temper your hunger, as it is natural, balanced by the burning of your body. They cannot. They were born through the theft of wakfu, and they perpetuate that cycle. Your previous brotherhood would have suffered that same fate, had you not had me to keep them at bay. " He winces, reluctant to think of that brotherhood, the painful memories. It was worth it, but it hurt. He hurt.

" Pain was necessary for the goal you wished to achieve. And achieve it you did. I have said my piece, if you have inquiries, state them now."The first thought that dares to form itself is a question- why? Why now, what was the cause of this?

" You will learn. In time. Good luck with the king, little spark. I hope you have learned from your brotherhood." The deity crinkles his eyes in a grin.

He wakes up, sweat on his brow. His hands are hot as he looks down. The chains have formed again.