The Twenty-Seventh Entry

The trip to the Obelisk would take some time – the Obelisk several universes over, a month’s time. It would normally take far more time, but Aberus plotted out several cosmic portals that allowed the Host fleet to move around, combined with faster than light travel.

For the most part, it was an eventless trip. If we were to arrive in that month’s time, we would need to be there when the portals opened – which restricted us to the Harrower.

There was much to mule over, however, I did not intend to sit upon the meditation throne again. Perhaps the throne had a connection to the Obelisk – it was always there in the back of my mind, or perhaps I simply feared becoming the person that once sat upon it. Regardless, I sat upon the platform in front of it.

The memories that the Scion Mother had attempted to unlock, had never come – or perhaps there was something else to what she had done. The leash had loosened, as she promised. And she also relinquished her only child to my care – something impossible for a machine to have. I couldn’t fathom her actions, especially the later, but whatever her intentions – A’re had allowed me to see.

The door opened behind me, and Yulthar entered the room. This was my chance to talk to him. Yulthar walked towards the bridge, avoiding looking at me, and stopped at the door.

“Yulthar, wait. May we talk?” I asked.

Yulthar jumped at my voice, and turned, nodding. He walked over and sat beside me on my left side.

There was a silence between us. Now that I had gotten Yulthar there – I was unsure of how, or what to say.

“A’re,” Yulthar stammered out surprisingly, “asked me to come out here.”

“He did? I see.” I said.

Again another moment of silence filled between us.

“I wanted to talk to you about Nathar. I’m sorry.” I said. “Sorry, I didn’t act sooner.”

“You didn’t know.”

“No, I knew. I was aware that you were a false prophet the moment we met.” I said.

Yulthar took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I’m sorry.”

“Please stop saying you’re sorry. You make it sound like everything we did to survive was for nothing.” Yulthar snapped in a hushed tone.

Silence had accustomed itself in the conversation. I looked over at Yulthar, who’s pained expression hurt me. Yulthar looked at the floor, looking at nothing. I reached over with my hand floating over his head, but it never lowered. Instead, I brought it back to me. Yulthar stood and walked back to the back room. The door opening and closing only amplifying the silence.

“Aberus.” I said.

Aberus walked from the shadow of the room.

“Sorry, old habit.” Aberus said. “You’re aware of why he survived the expelling magics then? His soul is just like-.”

“Yes.” I said.