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:: lasting heroes :: ______________________________________________________ " Precisely, that is the most important aspect of a hero, the divine energy that he carry inside his spirit, his capability of suppress any dangers with superior determination. You know it as heart... " The Ancient :: Art by Simon de Rivaz ::   "Yes, we call them heroes... There were many of them on the lands of Near World, protecting the weak, adventuring where most of us don`t dare to, discovering relics and uncovering mysteries... I wanted to be one on my childhood, but then time passed by, and I found myself studying the secrets of time..." "Make it brief child, I warned you only once!" :: Jyaayj glows at a darker blue again :: "Don`t be so abrupt Jyaayj, or you forgot of the first time you broken the soft veil of reality? The mortal is a little confused, so let him be..." "No, no... Jyaayj is right, I will be brief." :: the glowing dark-blue figure calms down with anger shown on his face :: "I`m glad my dear. Tell me about the heroes whose you crossed paths during your existence." :: smiles :: "That`s the problem, I actually were an adviser for the Cities during many years... And I found many adventurers, many heroes. You need to know about all of them?" "No, just about the chosen ones. The ones that were selected to be the saviors of this Near World." "But... How I`m supposed to know which ones are the chosen ones?" :: Jyaayj walks towards the chronomancer and touches his front with just one finger. immobile, arbhatis could not do anything to prevent a massive pain on his head... tough after a moment, the pain was gone, like it never did existed :: "A Drahul, an elf who lost his spirit... And a prayer of the local earth entity... There were others who passed the veil before now." :: says Jyaayj, and strangely, his voice sounded just like the voice of Arbhatis :: "You used my memories... Fantastic! But, how did you knew about which ones are the saviors?" "With time, we get used to the taste of the Reason. It prefers enigmatic adventurers whose would rarely join to from a party, but somehow did... But most than that, it prefers spirits that may have conditions to become powers, and that kind of spirit can be felt by Jyaayj from miles, or milleniums, away..." "Makes sense... Perhaps its the same path of all the known gods. I know these persons by name: Corwynn, Cirdan and Torah." "Tell me about their feats, mortal." "Well, from what I remember, they are together since the first demon surge inside one of our forests. After they aided an orkish tribe there, they started to wander the world, as adventures never seen to disappear from their lives..." :: looks to the Ancient and sees that he wants to hear more :: "They became famous on the distant north as well, but their most known feats are the battle with Kankaar, the red dragon, to save the giant eagles, and the memorable defeat of the demon army leaded by the liches, when they saved the entire elven forest of Mahul Maakh from imminent destruction..." "Enough of it my dear... Tell me, do you knew them personally?" "I encountered them two or three times only, why?" "They seen to be good aligned... I mean, really. Do they really looked to be wanting to save the world, or they seen to be just searching for the eternal fire, the sword of eternal fire?" "Well, I couldn`t know that. They seen to be like the other adventurers I saw, even less heroically then most paladins... But I couldn`t know what is inside their hearts..." "Precisely, that is the most important aspect of a hero, the divine energy that he carry inside his spirit, his capability of suppress any dangers with superior determination. You know it as heart..." "So, can you tell me if they are up to the final quest? Their hearts are strong enough?" "I told you my dear, the Ancient deals with time... But I have some other friends indeed." :: suddenly, the whole site disappear again and Arbhatis found himself at a huge library, with thousands and thousands of books carefully placed on infinite shelfs, closets and tables. standing behind an enormous tome, a mid sized black skinned man writes on some papers with a pen made of pure light :: "Oh Holy. Wonderful, that`s the paradise... All the books ever written!" "Silence child, we are here just to meet the Scribe." :: warns Jyaayj, and the chronomancer shut up, even with his eyes shining of ecstasy :: "Hail time writer, what brings you here?" "Corwynn, Cirdan, Torah. From Near World. If they are really the saviors." :: slowly, very slowly, the Scribe gets out of his chair and walks along the infinite piles of books. the Ancient goes with him, till they disappear on the shadow... after a quarter of a Near World day, as Arbhatis could fell, they finally return :: "So, what you discovered?" "What I supposed to... They are, and still are not, the saviors. Dealing with time is a complex thing to understand, tough very simple to do. There are many realities, many possibilities, but still only one Reason behind everything." "But... If they are not the saviors, how I will return to my world?" "Simple child, we will return to the plane of the Ancient, and he will taught you everything you need to know to find the eternal fire by yourself, in the case of the failure of the chosen ones..." :: says Jyaayj :: "Indeed my dear, wisdom always is the better remedy. I will show you that anyone can be the savior, because it all depends of what is inside your heart." >> next

 

 

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