I can't say I wasn't glad to see Archiba again but he was also so full of secrets and unanswered questions. I rode back beside him, silent as ever. His head was bowed, impenetrable.
"Who are you?"
My voice came out a lot softer than I expected and I swallowed hard as my cheeks flushed. I wasn't scared of him but he made me feel small and vulnerable.
He sighed, hesitantly looking up at me, "I go by many names..." he began, unsure, "my name from the earliest does not matter for it has faded away with the fate of my people..... But to Bemont and his people I am known as 'Thor,' and to Talin-" he said almost with distaste, "I am 'Abtul, the Hero; and many more besides. Thanatos, 'He Who Brings Death'; Lembrecht, 'Symbol of New Life and Hope'; Acyutayu..." he looked at me, "take your pick Neorah, Light of the Seven Races, it matters not."
And with that he shut himself up again and became still, withdrawing into himself with his head bowed.
"I shall call you Amadio, 'the Secret'," I declared, "for you are a mystery."
He didn't respond, but a ghost of a smile flickered across his face.
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Prophecy
FantasyFrom the furnace, the One shall come, When the hour draws near, a Savior will be born, The Saviour of the Seven Races, The hope of the world, Old things will pass away and a new erra will have begun, Followed by twelve faithful pillars, One shall c...
