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" Somewhere, above us, rests the fire that cannot be extinguished, the word that cannot be spoken, the eternal wind that moves through everything, that is everything, tough we cannot see. "
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"Tell me, mortal. You did not heard tales about the first Red War? When the demon king first came, and also when the sword was first used against him?"
:: surprised with the recent familiarity of the Ancient with his world`s history, Arbhatis replies :: "Well, I heard many tales, of course. When I were a child, I believed, but when I grew up I started to mistrust all these tales, then with the demon surge I treated to remember them all again..."
"There is a phrase that disturbs you... Knocking your mind almost every day, tell me."
"You... Are right... A phrase that was supposed to be said by a sage from the time of the first War..." :: searches his memories :: "It is like that: 'Somewhere, above us, rests the fire that cannot be extinguished, the word that cannot be spoken, the eternal wind that moves through everything, that is everything, tough we cannot see.' "
"What?! Its the words of Sananda... He was there, on this feeble world?" :: Jyaayj looks really surprised, for the first time in ages ::
"Yes, he was there, tough he isn`t anymore, nor will return... Only his words are of importance to the world of this mortal now. Only the words." :: the Ancient looks directly to Arbhatis, and his eyes are so penetrating that he feels like the bald man was viewing deep inside his soul ::
"I knew it! Holy, this words are like a charade, that leads to the sword!"
"Not a charade, because it not hides the truth, but the opposite: It makes the truth easier to be understood"
"I`m sorry, may you explain it better? So even being as ignorant as I am, I may understand..."
"Ignorant are those who feels good with the illusory world, but will are not, as you even discovered the Nexus by yourself..." :: the chronomancer widely smiles, and the Ancient continues :: "The truth can`t be seen, only felt. You may know the truth, have faith on it, but you don`t need to see it... Those who live inside the illusory world are seduced and deluded by what they can see. They like only what they can see, and that is ignorance indeed... But somewhere above us rests the eternal fire."
"So... The eternal fire is the Reason, the Lady, or such?"
:: smiles :: "Yes and no, my dear... As I told, the Lady of Many Faces have one thousand faces. Any given thing or being is the Lady, tough the Lady is even more than everything. Being an eternal fire which floats around your world unseen is an easy task to the most higher power, understand?"
"I understand. Then the sword which may defeat the Balrog is a kind of a holy weapon?"
"Holy, unholy... There are not such concepts for the Ancient, child."
"Indeed, the sword could not be holy, because that way it would be opposed to the demon king, as you define him as unholy..."
"What? Do you mean that the vile Balrog isn`t evil?" :: more confused than ever ::
"You are not born to fight, mortal. And you are not going to receive a better death if you fight everyone that is considered evil... Because in reality you live to learn. Because if you stay on the illusory world, you will never know exactly what is good and what is evil. Things change, evil may become good and good, evil. But as you stay on playing this never ending, futile game, you will never know the truth..."
"The truth. Indeed, I wish to know it." :: the chronomancer doesn`t know what to think anymore ::
"The truth is right before your eyes, child: There is no difference between our spirits, as we are built by the same energy. You cannot define that one is evil and other is good. One is holy and other unholy. You cannot say that one is superior nor inferior than you... But there is still a law, which says that those who knows more about the truth, know more about themselves, are more wise, powerful... and free!"
"Jyaayj, please don`t confuses the clueless even more. There is no need to talk about laws... As you are here just to know how to reach the eternal fire, I will tell you my dear... You just live, watch, and learn... Learn about anything you may think of, anything you found useful for you. And, with time, you will uncover the veil of reality, and see what is behind the darkness."
"I... I would like to do it... But then, how may I find the sword, how may I end the demon surge?"
"Any sword." :: says the short bald man on a whisper that reaches Arbathis like a breeze ::
"What?"
"Any sword. Any blade of pure metal with a good grip... Even any weapon, a hammer or a bow or your own hands. Just know the truth, and you will be able to transform anything into an eternal fire..."
"But... But... But..."
"So your world is going to really end, young child. I doubt that someone there will ever know half the way to the truth they must know..." :: Jyaayj being ironical ::
"Calm down Jyaayj... Don`t you remember? Sananda was there..." :: the glowing figure shuts up, embarrassed ::
"The legendary Sananda, the man whose strength were the wisdom and the words... Of course, we must find his belongs, anything he did carried, the staff and... Holy! There is that tale which says he blessed the sword of an barbarian who gave up from battles. I know were to search! I... I must return... Now I..."
"That is the law, child." :: Jyaayj catches the chronomancer arm, and he feels a comfortable, tough somehow cold, joy ::
"Worry not, mortal. The heroes will find it, because we all know that its what the Lady want..."
