Homeworld Visit: 31st December 2021 (Backdate)
His stomach fell as the trees gave way to reveal the shattered remnants of the monolith, shattered and a shadow of its former self. Through eyes that were once his own he watched as the magic within was unleashed, exploding in not a single shockwave but several, as the monolith seemed to scream in 'pain'. In between each pulse the jungles swayed, bowing against the pulses that struck time and time again. Pulses that came at such force that even with the support of the small drones bolting his ancestral form to the ground, threatened to tear him from the very soils and hurl him beyond the trees.
The once harmonious song had become discordant and with strike the life around the immediate vicinity of the monolith began to suffer. It sagged under the weight in a way that no shard storm had ever achieved, and before his very eyes the 'colour' seemed to bleed from them.
As 'he' stepped forward, reaching out as instructed by unseen whispers within his mind, the Planet (or his ancestor) seemed to have decided he had seen enough.
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Athalia came to his senses, sucking in a deep breath as he found himself before what he assumed was the monolith in his vision. Much to his concern it wasn't the same monolith that had given rise for concern inhis original visits. He was in an entirely different region, one he had never set foot in before, without the gigantic pyramid to greet him. Or at least not the same pyramid.
As he took a step backwards to observe his surroundings he did take note of a smaller pyramid, slightly less striking in comparison, but still impressive. Wherever he had been deposited, it was clearly a place that was deemed of importance. He had never entirely understood how the magic of a planet worked, whether it did or didn't have sentience, and if there were certain things it planned for. Was it truly intelligent, or did it simply run on some base instinct.
...Or did his 'ancestor' leave a mere echo for when he needed it most?
The answers were never forthcoming and eventually he had learned to accept that whatever it was or whoever it was, was entirely irrelevant. It served a purpose and with each step he took deeper into these visions he learned more and more. Each time something flashed before his eyes it gave him something he needed, even if he didn't understand it at the time.
"Why here?" he uttered at last, folding his arms across his chest as he gazed thoughtfully towards the pyramid. Curiously the potential destruction he had seen within his mind hadn't occurred here, and yet it had seemed all but certain. Had he done something all those years ago to put a stop to it? Had his kind known how to counteract the discordance screams that he could no longer hear?
With nothing abnormal about the pyramid's structure he turned his attention elsewhere, and it was then that he noticed what he could only describe as a scar that lay between the structure and the wounded monolith. Though the foliage had recovered its colour and had even regrown, there was one area that hadn't recovered. Charred beyond recognition, it stood out against the lush green as a permanent mark of what had occurred millenia ago.
His brows furrowed as he moved towards it, lips pursing into a thin line. Even as he drew near he could feel the hairs across his arms lifting, for he was clearly near something.
Magic?
Perhaps; but he knew better than to step upon the scar at this stage and instead followed it with his eyes back towards the monolith. Within moments his lips had parted - while the other sides had been cracked, this one had been utterly demolished. Something had been unleashed upon it, something had cut it off. It was as if the Athalian Hives had cut off a tainted limb, severing any and all connection it might have had in order to shut it down.
His grimace deepened at that realisation for all other flashbacks he had ever had very much pointed towards a more symbiotic relationship and a firm determination to protect and nurture. For all intents and purpose, it looked as though they had gone completely feral in order to end this threat. With his eyes still fixed on the monolith he moved away from the scar and back towards the damage structure where it couldn't ignore the static in the air.
Evidently he was missing something, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Come on," he murmured gently, reaching out his hand to press his hand against the monolith. The angry pulse and pain that ripped through his arm quickly reminded him of why it was in his best interest not to touch anything he didn't understand.
"You need to give me more than that," he sighed, raising his other arm to massage his bicep. A little flicker to show him that something had gone wrong was insightful, but it didn't ultimately help him with identifying how they had managed to stop it. Although given that the monolith still felt active, he was started to think that perhaps they hadn't stopped it so much as isolated it.
Urgh.
He'd explore this region a little more in an attempt for answers. There might be something either around the pyramid or inside it that would provide him with some context...
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