Wakfu: Collision

Chapter 3

Corrected by _cocogum_

Everything comes in threes, they say. In this case, it was twelve beats: the first three, then another three, another three, and the final three. Like the gods, like time, like the months.

Like the sages of the world he came from.

Beat.

These waves of the purest and most primordial wakfu struggling to sync with that of the underground, with the very source of life of the planet, that wild power, that struggle of wills. It could only come from someone.

Beat.

The first time Adila felt it, she was just a baby, but she became aware of it a few years later. Once you came into this world, everyone had the task of nurturing you with all the wisdom, values, and rules that each eliatrope would use throughout their long life and pass on to the next generations. The adults couldn't help but be strict in their lessons, and sometimes it was overwhelming.

Except when it was his turn to be your teacher, and that was the most anticipated moment, when you could accompany him to travel and explore the world as part of the wisdom passed down by the ancestors. One of the oldest, who still looked like a young man in his twenties to the not-so-long-lived humans, was the most popular teacher.

No one loved Yugo the adventurer more than the eliatrope children. From the council of Twelve, he and his brother Adamai had become accomplices to those who shared that spirit of freedom, and the naughtiest were his personal entourage. The smallest and shyest ones limited themselves to listening to his most absurd stories, and some even dared to join him.

And he protected, educated, and supported them with the same fervor as any older brother. On the back of his dragon twin, he showed them the world they lived in. Adila remembered sitting next to him with the other children, one of the times he repeated one of his common mantras:

"This is our home. And its people are ours to love and protect."

At that moment, his gaze seemed as ancient as the actual age he had and the wisdom he truly held in his seemingly young body.

Beat.

That's why no one was surprised when Chibi, the former patriarch, now old and tired, handed over his position and made him king. The youngest were the first to celebrate it, and the adults were infected by the joy, especially those who had grown up under his care, generation after generation.

He seemed to be the only one confused, however.

"Chibi, are you sure?"

The man with the dark hood and hair like chalk just smiled at him.

"Are you questioning my decisions, little brother? That's the first step to being one!"

Amidst the laughter and celebration, the old man got serious when he told him:

"You underestimate yourself, Yugo, the majority, if not all of us here, have been your sidekicks at some point in our lives, and the younger ones reflect the generations you have instructed. They adore you as much as they respect you. Believe me, if you can handle all those rascals without even sweating, you can lead all of us." Then he snorted. "Besides, brother, you've spent too much time with your wings in the clouds, it's time to settle down."

He had made a face at the moment Adamai, in human form, approached with a crown of flowers on his head:

"Cheer up, brother, maybe you'll even get a queen for once in one of your lives, mua mua mua," he had puckered his lips in a kissing motion, to which everyone laughed while he was pushed aside.