-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-
Heiracles stood there, his mouth still agape, yet now he looked from Celine to Ila'Mu and back again several times. His mind was reeling at the depths of indications from Celine's words and he was still in shock from Ila'Mu's previous outburst, revealing her, or he supposed, their strange anatomy moments before Celine's outburst.
He knelt infront of Ila'Mu, placing a hand on their shoulder, he almost jumped when Mu's eyes opened, peering up at him. "While my Father might be loaded down with anger, I refuse to harm someone unless they have specifically caused me harm. And you, my dear"
He didn't know this creatures age, or the longevity of their species, but he couldn't help but feel like they were but a small child with their miniature stature, "have done nothing, yet, to cause me and mine harm. Why, if what Celine and you both, especially with your prostrating yourself like this, have to say is any indicator of what is being said is truthful. Then that is not actually the path you wish to take."
"Please, rise, Ila'Mu. I." A stricken look crosses his face for a moment as he looks at Celine, "I will protect you as best I can from the Vizier. " A feeling of foreboding, growing with each passing moment in his gut.
Ila'Mu rose slowly from their prostrated position, "Thank you, Sir.. I will try to prove worthy of your favor", glancing at Celine briefly she continued, "As I imagine, man of your standing knows this, but. When you kill either beast or sentient, the heart solidifies into a Core. You can remove these Cores, melt them down and combine them with various substances to create various effects.
When combining them with wearable material, such as armor, or clothing. Or going the more extreme route, accessories, that will always fuse with and meld into, becoming one with the user, along with granting them more benefits and increased attributes of the beast or sentient Core that was combined with the material against the lesser results of the clothing or armor. We discovered that our Mother was collecting Cores, adding more and more to their collection.
And that was when they informed us that these Cores.. They were for us. To 'be the Elvi's final line of defense', we were told. It was an honor, we were told. But my brother and I.. We only felt fear. So, we fled."
Heiracles looked her--them. up and down, a new, appreciative, look upon his face, "That seems to speak volumes for you, since the end of my knowledge is that your species rarely ever leaves the confines of your mountain home, except the limited number that farm the lands surrounding both North and South at the base of the mountain."
An idea popped into his head, a fearful idea. But an exhilarating one nonetheless. Knowing that time in Calysto was short, because his Father soon planned on returning North with his army of Dark Duon, it would have to be soon though.
He could never hope to protect an Elvi in the midst of battle, not with his Father around anyway. Turning to look at Celine he could see the knowing smirk she wore anytime she knew he was about to ask something of him, but was polite enough to allow the words to leave his lips first, "Will you come with us?"
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I want to dedicate a section of each chapter to the love of my life, Kreation. For supporting my dream and urging me forward on my desires to finally 'put pen to paper', so to speak by writing out my book for you all to read, thank you so much for the support and love. 🥰