Chapter 616: Aether's Memory - End of the Beginning

Chapter 616: Aether's Memory - End of the Beginning

MEMORY FRAGMENT

Worlds Middle, Copyettes Era

Aether flew across the sky, the suns rays turning purple as they passed through. He had been flying over an hour, following the threads of magic over the world. In the distance, the Purple Moon was making its way to the horizon. Unlike half the other Moons, Galatea preferred when the sky was there.

Aiming to reach his Moon, Aether cast a spell, halving the distance. After repeating the spell a dozen times, the aetherbird was close enough to perch on the Moons shoulder.

Theyve started rebuilding, Aether said.

Itll take them a while to gather all the pieces.

The Purple Moon clearly didnt care, even after everything that had happened. As far as he was concerned, the problem had been dealt with and the star made an example of. Of course, the pesky little details didnt bother him; details such as chunks of buildings surviving the destruction of Erekol. The Moons had made sure that even indestructible material was destroyed. However, magic always came with exceptions, and a very large part of the city was full of magic. Even crumbs left from the event were enough to set off the rebuilding process, especially since there were enough mages whose memory had remained intact. The star was one of them, and naturally, the Moons couldnt care less.

Theyll give up in a few centuries, The Moon added. Either that or calm down. And if they dont, well do this again.

That was the answer for everything: repeat something. Looking back into his memories, Aether could see many things repeated time after timeevents that occurred once in a millennium. For mortals, that was something that occurred once in ten lifetimes; for Moons and magical beings with long memories, it was something they had seen before.

You think shell try again? Aether asked.

Everything thats occurred is bound to be repeated, the Moon sighed. Its the sad truth of life.

Then there will be another Erakol?

No, thats something thatll remain unique. Theyll try to remake it, probably hundreds of times, and all theyll create is a pale shadow.

Youre terrible at fun.

Youll be as well. Just give it time.

That was a terrible thought, but Aether wasnt bothered. He already knew that his magic nature had granted him that exception. Unlike the Moons, everything seemed interesting, as if it happened for the first time.

Flying off the Moon, the bird descended back to the ground. There was so much that had changed, so much to see. As time went on, the changes increased.

Towns developed into cities, some even into kingdoms, but among all the chaos there were three groups who had the greatest advantage of all. After the destruction of Erekol, most of the people had forgotten a lot of their past knowledge. Some of those with high levels of the magic had allowed them to focus on rebuilding a lot faster than the rest. The nymphs were the race closest to magic; however, the copyettes had an extremely high memory trait. Both races had already progressed far faster than most of their competitors, although even they were second to the achievements of the stars group.

As the decades went on, two different approaches emerged. The cities of all races focused on subduing area guardians, carving their own bubbles of safety from an increasingly dangerous wilderness. The star, on the other hand, embraced the wilderness itself. All items and structures remained completely guardian-less, while void matter was amassed and shaped into whatever the inhabitants of the new kingdom wanted.

After another decade, Aether finally decided to return to something he found familiarthe building which had served as his old perch.

The Star knew youd be back, a large man with platinum white hair said as he appeared a few feet away from the aether bird. He had used magic to get to this point unnoticed, although he wasnt a mage. Clothes made of black void covered him from throat to toe. Just not when.

Things werent making sense. If the phoenix was so powerful, how had he been captured? Actually, Dallion had a pretty good idea, although not why the Star wanted him? If the memory fragment was any indication, the Star was already a mage and a very powerful one at that. There was no reason for him to want to obtain a skill gem unless the Moons had taken the skills away from him. That too didnt make sense, though. They hadnt bothered the first time the Star had acted up and clearly werent bothered by the subsequent chaos he created in the world. For all intents and purposes, they didnt seem to care or didnt they?

What now? Dallion wondered. Before the memory, he had decided to go all out. After learning what he did, he was no longer sure. Should he meddle with forces far exceeding him?

No, Dallion whispered firmly.

No? the aetherbird asked. No, what?

No turning back.

Gleam hadnt sacrificed herself so he could quite halfway thought. There was no guarantee that what he was going to try would have an effect, but he intended to do it, anyway. The secrets of the past, however interesting, had no hold on him. Dallion was in the present, and planned to act accordingly. Without a second thought, Dallion split into instances. The effect was effortlessly negated by the aetherbird, but that wasnt of consequence. It was all meant to create a distraction lasting a fraction of a second long. During that time, Dallion grabbed the hidden artifact given to him by the general and pressed it against his chin. A flash of brown light blinded him.

PERSONAL AWAKENING REALM INVASION

The mountain Dallion was standing on vanished, replaced by a new one.

You are in the realm of AETHER

You are not supposed to be here!

The purple rectangle floated around Dallion. When he tried to instinctively wave it away, the rectangle moved back out of his reach. This was the realm of the aetherbird, alright, and it was not pleased.

Dallion looked around. The entire terrain beyond the mountain was in constant flux. Forests changed into trees, then into grass, before moving on to desert, and then sea again.

Lux, Dallion ordered.

The firebird enveloped him in its blue flames, lifting him off the ground. Surprisingly, the mountain didnt disappear or even change. For some reason, it remained the sole spot of stability in the entire realm. Possibly that had to do with its significance in Aethers life. The firebird clearly valued it to the point that it had allowed it to go against the creatures naturean exception against the exception.

What did you do? Aether asked.

Something I might regret, Dallion replied.

The purpose of the artifact he had used was to reduce the level of the Star to Dallions own, in the event he got into another fight with him. Some might say that it was a gamble using it on the aetherbird, but Dallion was fairly certain that it would work, and indeed it had. He was just about to provide an explanation to Aether when someone interrupted him.

Well, a familiar voice said a short distance behind, sending chills down Dallions spine.

Summoning his harpsisword, he split into a dozen instances and turned around. As he did, he kicked the side of the blade, causing it to vibrate.

Dallions fears turned out to be founded. Less than twenty feet away stood the familiar figure of Arthurows, his Earthly clothes now having an inky black gleam.

Isnt this awkward? the Star asked.