Book of The Lightborn: Rise

We Meet Again

'Do you see it, Avunaia? The view before us, one that challenges us. Creatures of flesh and blood that stand too tall in direct opposition to us. We must show them why they must bend to our wills, so we can eventually spread around and conquer more than just those which inhabit the lands, but the lands themselves.'. Kilon was trying to reach his sister's soul with his thoughts. There was no answer, and he was afraid of what that might mean. Souls, by themselves, couldn't communicate. They still needed a mind at least, and a body at best. Since Avunaia lacked both, the best it could do was communicate a feeling. And what Kilon felt was fear from her. She didn't know, and couldn't know, what was going to happen. She could only feel what he was feeling, and that's what she felt from him.

Kilon didn't know if his actions led him closer to the vision, or further. Him and his group had no time to rest, afraid of another attack from the draxes. And it no longer mattered, as they were at the edge of the east forest, where the draxes moved. 'Even if you can't see, I hope you can at least feel what I do. It's terrible, that I know, but once we defeat them, I am sure I can set our siblings on the right path.'. Kilon stopped Arhegon, and the rest of the group stopped shortly after. They were looking for a place to put their creatures to rest, so they may return to them safely.

Eharel had been taking mental notes of their surroundings for a while. Using his light, he knew the positions of most that moved inside a stretched portion of land before them. Inside the forest, he would cast his light from his eyes, thin rays reflecting from surfaces and touching various things. Some of such things were the draxes, others, at the back, were some Groundbreakers who, for some reason, stood further behind the whole group. He told Stelorus about the fact that "They don't seem to want to attack us. They're waiting.".

Stelorus smiled at his words, "Good. They too know what's approaching them, so they no longer run.". He couldn't help but feel some kind of respect for the creatures "If we manage to keep some alive, I'll make one my companion," he chuckled a little at the thought, which Eharel wondered what it was about "I'm just imagining. These things that killed our siblings, much like the winds and waters, we are becoming their masters.". Eharel found that ironic too. That which they were once fearing and killed by, became theirs to master and have control over.

"Perhaps it is our right to do so," Eharel responded, "maybe this whole world is in a way our right.". Stelorus found it perplexing, as he was sure their Creator wanted them to have some part of it, but not all.

"You mean Kilon's right? That's what you people believed," Eharel didn't find the joke amusing, especially since his belief was still there, just shaken, but still in place. "Don't worry, I'm sure Kilon likes to share, he is our brother after all," Eharel found a tinge of spite in Stelorus' voice, as if he maybe didn't believe something of what he said. But didn't pay it much heed, Stelorus leaving to stand next to Kilon and tell him what was needed, Melonius standing at Kilon's left side.

"Not moving to attack," Kilon said, "perhaps we're just following into their trap, walking straight into what they want us to.". Kilon looked at either side, thinking he had both the shield and the spear he needed in case of anything. "Although we could confirm, there's too many of them in here for this not to be where they eat and sleep. They probably just grew sick of this back and forth hunt, just like us.". Kilon thought about his dead siblings, but also that they too claimed many of their lives. 'To them, obviously, we aren't different from any other animal. While there can't be more of us, they don't know that, and why should they care if they did?' Kilon thought. "But it's time to show them," Kilon held his spear tight and walked ahead, then turned his back at the forest, his cape fluttering in the wind coming from the west.

"Onwards!" he cried, turning and pointing with his spear at the forest.

And so, they slowly marched. Inside the forest, Eharel started to note various Draxes starting to dig up from the ground and spread all around, with it, he stopped in his tracks. "It was indeed a trap," he pronounced, as his light rays felt movement from hundreds of beings, so many that he couldn't keep track without using his power some more. "There's hundreds, perhaps more of them. We should've brought our whole force to end them for good," Eharel said in almost a whisper, as if afraid the creatures could sense his anxiety.