After Lest We Forget.
Vhalar 23, Arc 722
It was already late in the evening when Doran finally returned from the Knight’s Rest Inn where he had enjoyed a wonderful dinner and tried to find out what the common citizens of the island thought of a possible project of his – shrines dedicated to the dead Immortals. In spite of the fact that the sun had set breaks before, and the sky was covered with countless stars now, he didn’t go to bed right away, but simply changed into more comfortable clothes, grabbed a bit of brandy and proceeded to retreat into his study.
He didn’t have to sleep as much as he had used to in order to feel refreshed anymore, and besides, the matter of the dead Immortals had made him think of another being that had died, a being that had died a long time before, but that would hopefully return from the world beyond – Fei, who he would resurrect if everything went according to plan.
The meetings with Professor Fridson the cycle before had been quite enlightening, and he’d decided that he would review what he had learned from him so far and start planning his next steps before he finally decided to call it a trial.
With that thought in mind, he lit the lamp on his desk before he sat down, opened his notebook and started to read. He realized that he didn’t need that kind of light anymore, that he did in fact not need any kind of light – due to Xiur’s Blessing, his nights weren’t dark anymore – but he enjoyed the atmosphere that it created and how everything seemed to possess a golden shimmer due to it. It made the world seem almost magical.
There was something that caught his attention almost immediately. He had always assumed that his mother’s race, humans, had been the first new race to emerge from the Shattering – Professor Fridson who he trusted wholeheartedly had told him so during their first meeting all those cycles before – but that might not be the case after all.
During their time together Professor Fridson and he had stumbled across theories that claimed that the Mer had been the first race to emerge, as part of Chrien’s assault against Pyk. His colleague had claimed that those were fanciful rumors and fairy tales and advised against investigating them further, but Doran was not so sure if there wasn’t more to them.
Mythology had become a bit of a hobby of his in recent times. In his experience, myths and fairy tales often contained a kernel of truth. What people considered to be nothing but a myth, a fairy tale, nowadays was often based on a real event and had been twisted over the course of the centuries. For that reason, those fairy tales might constitute a lead.
He wasn’t sure if researching the races of Idalos would directly help him resurrect an Original, but Chrien was Fei’s daughter, but it might at least lead him closer to the solution. The creation of the Mer and Chrien’s anger were a direct result of the Shattering, and thus not something that should be dismissed as unimportant. The circumstances surrounding Fei’s death and its aftereffects mattered, and thus he would take a closer look at the Mer – but tread carefully so that Chrien’s anger wouldn’t turn against him.
The Shay, that mysterious race that had left the cave wall drawings behind, hadn’t only lived in Pyk, but existed all over Idalos. From what he knew, the Shay had been wiped out together with the Originals, but he refused to believe that this was indeed the case until he had concrete proof. They might still exist somewhere, in hiding. At the very least, there might be remains of their civilization that were better preserved in other parts of the world.
He wondered if they had felt it, if they had felt the end and if it had been like that for them as well. Judging by what Professor Fridson and he had learned, Fei had not expected the Shattering and been taken by surprise.
He said a prayer for her. He prayed that her pain had at least not been too great and that it had been over quickly, that she hadn’t suffered too much in the end, she and the Shay.
He sat there in silence for a moment, his eyes half-closed, before he took a sip from his brandy, took a separate piece of paper and wrote two things down: “Research the history of the Mer, but be mindful of Chrien’s anger. See if they Shay left anything behind in other parts of Idalos.” Those seemed like two good new research objectives to him. What he didn’t know in that moment was that he would change his mind about his next steps soon.
Vhalar 23, Arc 722
It was already late in the evening when Doran finally returned from the Knight’s Rest Inn where he had enjoyed a wonderful dinner and tried to find out what the common citizens of the island thought of a possible project of his – shrines dedicated to the dead Immortals. In spite of the fact that the sun had set breaks before, and the sky was covered with countless stars now, he didn’t go to bed right away, but simply changed into more comfortable clothes, grabbed a bit of brandy and proceeded to retreat into his study.
He didn’t have to sleep as much as he had used to in order to feel refreshed anymore, and besides, the matter of the dead Immortals had made him think of another being that had died, a being that had died a long time before, but that would hopefully return from the world beyond – Fei, who he would resurrect if everything went according to plan.
The meetings with Professor Fridson the cycle before had been quite enlightening, and he’d decided that he would review what he had learned from him so far and start planning his next steps before he finally decided to call it a trial.
With that thought in mind, he lit the lamp on his desk before he sat down, opened his notebook and started to read. He realized that he didn’t need that kind of light anymore, that he did in fact not need any kind of light – due to Xiur’s Blessing, his nights weren’t dark anymore – but he enjoyed the atmosphere that it created and how everything seemed to possess a golden shimmer due to it. It made the world seem almost magical.
There was something that caught his attention almost immediately. He had always assumed that his mother’s race, humans, had been the first new race to emerge from the Shattering – Professor Fridson who he trusted wholeheartedly had told him so during their first meeting all those cycles before – but that might not be the case after all.
During their time together Professor Fridson and he had stumbled across theories that claimed that the Mer had been the first race to emerge, as part of Chrien’s assault against Pyk. His colleague had claimed that those were fanciful rumors and fairy tales and advised against investigating them further, but Doran was not so sure if there wasn’t more to them.
Mythology had become a bit of a hobby of his in recent times. In his experience, myths and fairy tales often contained a kernel of truth. What people considered to be nothing but a myth, a fairy tale, nowadays was often based on a real event and had been twisted over the course of the centuries. For that reason, those fairy tales might constitute a lead.
He wasn’t sure if researching the races of Idalos would directly help him resurrect an Original, but Chrien was Fei’s daughter, but it might at least lead him closer to the solution. The creation of the Mer and Chrien’s anger were a direct result of the Shattering, and thus not something that should be dismissed as unimportant. The circumstances surrounding Fei’s death and its aftereffects mattered, and thus he would take a closer look at the Mer – but tread carefully so that Chrien’s anger wouldn’t turn against him.
The Shay, that mysterious race that had left the cave wall drawings behind, hadn’t only lived in Pyk, but existed all over Idalos. From what he knew, the Shay had been wiped out together with the Originals, but he refused to believe that this was indeed the case until he had concrete proof. They might still exist somewhere, in hiding. At the very least, there might be remains of their civilization that were better preserved in other parts of the world.
He wondered if they had felt it, if they had felt the end and if it had been like that for them as well. Judging by what Professor Fridson and he had learned, Fei had not expected the Shattering and been taken by surprise.
He said a prayer for her. He prayed that her pain had at least not been too great and that it had been over quickly, that she hadn’t suffered too much in the end, she and the Shay.
He sat there in silence for a moment, his eyes half-closed, before he took a sip from his brandy, took a separate piece of paper and wrote two things down: “Research the history of the Mer, but be mindful of Chrien’s anger. See if they Shay left anything behind in other parts of Idalos.” Those seemed like two good new research objectives to him. What he didn’t know in that moment was that he would change his mind about his next steps soon.
