Now with Cal Jassah, also known as the All-Knower, on the side of the rebellion, the Survivor Gods planned to head back to the bunker. Cal, being the All-Knower, had a level of knowledge comparable to that of Maryhtiya. That fact allowed the two to have a proper back and forth communication, without the worry of the others not understanding what they're talking about.
The conversation between the two had shifted to talking about some of the Humanoid races on the planet. Dryads who could shift into plants, Mageborns who could use magic from birth, Cinder Ones with fire based abilities, Golems made of rock and magic, Wise Ones who held great knowledge, to name a few.
As the Survivor Gods came to learn, despite the fact that Cal Jassah was exceptionally smart and had great knowledge, he was not a Wise One, he was Human. "It seems that the Guardians are always those you don't expect, Humanoids who stand on the sidelines yet shine the brightest," Marythiya remarked.
Cal Jassah laughed, not at Marythiya, but at how true the statement was. "It always happens that way, doesn't it?" Marythiya smiled at his laugh and response to her remark, each day her doubts fading into absurdity and obscurity more and more.
While Cal Jassah and Marythiya were chatting and laughing, Quinchitell, Po-Tah, and Ataxia held their guard up. Not knowing if there were any Monsters hiding behind the tall and plentiful trees that made up the forest. Po-Tah stopped in his tracks, gazing down at the hand that held the compass.
"It's not pointing at Cal," Po-Tah said simply, yet confused as to how this could be the case. The other Survivor Gods stopped as well. The All-Knower and Marythiya also stopped their conversation upon hearing Po-Tah. "It's pointing at this tree," he said, looking up from the compass and using one of his three free hands to point at a nearby, normal-looking, cedar tree.
"Why's it doing that? Is it broken or something?" Ataxia asked Po-Tah, levitating closer and looking over his shoulder to see the compass.
"It's saying that this tree here is a Guardian," Po-Tah said, running his hand down the rough and uneven bark of the cedar tree. All the others went over to the tree and looked at it oddly, as if expecting it to grow wings and fly away.
Cal Jassah brought up his hand and knocked on the wood of the tree, which to everyone's surprise, brought a pained gasp out of the tree, one that sounded Human. "I knew it. Mystilla," Cal Jassah said smugly, bringing his hand back down to his side as the tree began to change shape.
The trunk of the tree slimmed and shortened to a height just above their own, the leaves and branches took a more defined shape, taking the form of locks of mossy hair. The figure stopped changing, now in the form of a woman.
The Dryad groaned. "Cal, we've been over this, don't wake me up unless it's something important. And cool rocks are not important," the woman said sternly, in a tone you'd expect from a disappointed teacher or a mildly frustrated parent.
"I swear, it's important this time!" Cal Jassah said to the Dryad. "These are the Survivor Gods, they're part of the Rebellion. We might defeat Chaos!" Cal Jassah exclaimed, his voice quick with excitement.
The woman opened her eyes, the burgundy colored irises looking over each of the five. Each gaze lasted more than the previous. "These are the people who are going to defeat Chaos? A pale man with four arms-" She gestured to Po-Tah. "-A nerd girl-" Her hand gestured to Marythiya. "-An Eldritch horror." She gestured to Ataxia. "-And that Eldritch horror's estranged cousin." Her hand gestured to Quinchitell
The four Survivor Gods were offended at the very basic and rather rude descriptions of themselves. However they held their tongues, unlike Cal Jassah. "Mystilla! These are Gods we're talking about! Show some respect!" he said, panicked, to the Dryad, who's name was Mystilla. "I'm so sorry about her, she just speaks her mind, especially after she's just woken up!" Cal Jassah began, following with more profuse apologies on the behalf of Mystilla.
"That's enough, Cal," Mystilla said, turning to the Gods. "I assume you're here to recruit me for the rebellion?" She asked.
"That would be correct, Mystilla," Po-Tah said, stepping forward.
"Well, bad luck to you, I'm denying that request. And nothing you can say will change that. Not 'the greater good', not 'for the people', none of it," Mystilla said flatly, not bothering to sugarcoat her statement. She began to morph back into a tree when Quinchitell spoke up.
"If you deny, then this forest might be destroyed," he said, stepping forward. This obviously caught Mystilla's attention, because the transformation stopped halfway to her tree form. Mystilla didn't say anything for a brief moment before letting out a sigh and going back into her Dryad form.
"I'm only doing this to save the plants," Mystilla said reluctantly.
Even though Quinchitell was faceless, one could tell he smirked. "Welcome to the rebellion, Mother of Life and All-Knower."
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Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton
FantasyA Gigaton named Chaos has enslaved the world, commanding it with all his power and strength for millions of years. That is, until the Gods he created betrayed him, rebelling, fighting to take back the freedom that they had been promised. Will the Go...
