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Skypiea (スカイピア, Sukaipia) is a land located in the sky above the Grand Line[1]. The people are unique in that they have small wings on their backs, similar to the stereotypical angel, though no use has been revealed for them. The daily life of sky people revolves around the use of Dials, which normally aren't available in the Blue Sea. As opposed to the beli of the rest of the world, it uses extols as currency. The people of Skypiea have a religious reverence for soil, because it can yield plant life much better than island cloud can, and also other materials that comes from the Blue Sea.

Seperated is the Vearth, a piece of land that was blown up from the Blue Seas. This is where God, the ruler of Skypeia, resides as a sacred and holy place. The current ruler is Herai.

Seyo clung to the top of the ship, having been hurled up there by the sudden stop in vertical acceleration. He shook his head lightly to get the fuzzy feeling that always accompanied cranial transformations out of his head. He could feel his lungs changing to adapt to the low-oxygen content of the upper atmosphere, and his body was changing density to compensate for the lower density of the 'water' below him. He came to the conclusion that if he didn't get Lamia off this ship soon it would be too late, and uttered a word whose meaning in English is unprintable.

He climbed down the large golden orb powering the ship, thankful that the orb was insulated, and behind one of the crew. A quick tap with the butt of his dagger ensured the man would sleep for a while.

Unfortunately, it didn't ensure that the other two guards wouldn't try and stab him.

Seyo backflipped over the railing, landing on a small boat like the one that the archaeologist had been in, and cut the cords binding it to the ship without a second thought, jumping off and latching on to the bottom of the small boat next to it. Well, he thought, as the commotion increased and the search intensified, They certainly know that I am here now.

And things might have gone much differently had he not noticed the window below him and, through it, the back of a familiar serpentine head.

Seyo continued hiding, even after the strange, unseen being ordered Lamia - or was it Lamillia now? - taken away. He reflected that the guards may have been diligent and thorough, but they certainly weren't the ripest of P'taie fruits on the bush.

And that gave him an idea.

He hopped up on deck, spreading his arms and smirking at the men that rushed him. "Good job. I did no't expec't you lo't t'o do this well, hones't'ly."

The guards stopped, confused. "What?"

"Come, now, men. Surely you did no't think tha't the God would leave only normal guards aboard the ship, no? I am one of her secre't guard, and I am supposed t'o remain unseen by any and all of the God's subjec't's. I would no't like t'o kill the lo't of you, so please do no't t'ell anyone of my exis't'ence, yes?"

The men started to relax, since this explanation fit perfectly with their own mental image of their God's ways. Of course she would have some sort of backup, a loyal servant who would secretly watch over her in case dire enemies managed to destroy her normal guards. "Sir, in that case, please watch out. We've been told to expect another being like yourself, but shorter and with stripes on his skin."

Seyo looked down at himself, though the guard took it to be a glance at the rest of the crew, due to the height difference.

Seyo's body had changed dramatically from the altitude-adjustment. His body had grown by at least three feet, and the stripes had disappeared from his skin to be replaced by close-set swirls that made him look like a bright blue cloud. "In't'eres't'ing. My li't'le brother is going af't'er the God again? He does no't learn. I will keep wa't'ch un't'il we reach the end of the river."

All according to plan.

The ship pulled slowly into port. No-one exited for at least ten minutes, and when civilians began to wander on they found no cargo of any value, and no conscious crew. When woken later, none of them remembered the strange cloud-patterned secret guard. The entire guard force was mobilized, but no trace of the being who had been reported was found.

Seyo moved silently through the white cloud, his thin form helping him in this instance by making him much more hydrodynamic. He slipped through the thick cloud with ease, swimming just far enough beneath the surface that he couldn't be seen from above. he didn't doubt that a manhunt was on for him at the moment, the Sky Beings had always been temperamental...

and there was his target, gaudy as anything. The trees were mostly still there from when he had last visited, though more than a few had fallen. Thankfully that wouldn't be a problem. As he stepped onto the solid ground Seyo felt himself change drastically. Everything seemed to scale up until it was twice as large as normal, heights exaggerated to comic extremes. He felt... heavier, too. Certainly bulkier. And his skin was no longer blue, or at least was no longer as blue as it was normally. In response to the native serpentines he'd encountered last time his skin had turned a blotchy greenish-purple so that he could move among them unmolested. Apparently merely being in their home territory was enough now. And the reason for the exaggerated perspective, he realized, was because he was now only five feet tall, less than half his normal height. Well, that was certainly convenient. He waked down the main path, sneering as the guards approached to arrest him. "Oh, do shut up, you stupid idiots. Do I look like I'm t'en feet tall? Now let me through, I've just traveled two miles vertically to meet with your goddess, if she exists, and I don't want to be turned away. York-sama will be very... displeased if tha't has to happen."

One of them prodded him. "I don't know, he could be it."

Seyo sighed and rolled his eyes, prodding the man in the chest. "Listen, shrimp-for-brains, three things in my favor: First, I'm five feet tall. I've met some of the same species as your 'intruder' before and their children are t'aller than I am! Second, I'm not blue. yes, I know I'm green and purple. That's because I'm a Fishman, you idiot! And third, do I sound as if I have a heavy accent!?"

When given these bits of evidence, the guards had to concede that he was, as the available evidence suggested, not the intruder. One of them went to report to the God.

Seyo paused when he saw the face of Lamia's captor, but he shook the hesitance off. Surely it was only an uncanny resemblance? He couldn't really be looking at the goddess of his people, the one whose name he used?

Remembering the ground he stood on, Seyo stretched, his bones lengthening and expanding until he was his normal height. "Of course. Your securi't'y is nothing like your father used t'o keep I't is for't'una't'e tha't I can disguise my accen't when I need t'o."

He bowed formally,smiling as he did. "Oeya'ina'uet'ietpo'ulaio."

"Greetings to you, O Daughter of the Sky."

Seyo smiled benignly. His eyes did not reflect the kindness in his lips, nor did his voice when it came out. "No, my condi't'ion is that you give back Lamia, or Lamillia, if you will. In re't'urn, I promise t'o leave this place unharmed and withou't undue loss of life. If i't is refused, you and your guards will die within the hour for your peoples' role in the des't'ruc't'ion of the Olo't'seyo'et. I remember well the weapons given t'o the Olo'ua, the Clan of Ro't, who call themselves 'humans.' And I remember who i't was who gave the weapons t'o them. The Olo'iet'ulaio, the Clan of the Sons of the Sky, you Skypieans, are the ul't'ima't'e cause for the ex't'inc't'ion of my people. I think tha't one living, unharmed human is a ligh't price t'o pay for the forgiveness of a xenocide, yes?"

Seyo's eyes narrowed. "I am no't some unin't'elligen't Skypiean t'o be ben't t'o your will with words and promises as solid as the morning mis't. The World Governmen't is the descendan't body of humans tha't t'races i't's origins back t'o a group connec't'ed to your people. I't was before your father's time, bu't the blame s't'ill lies on the shoulders of the descendan't's of the original Xenocide, my friend Uriel."

Still not breaking eye contact, Seyo drew his dagger and started tossing it up into the air and catching it. It would be a sword in the hands of a lesser being. "I believe you misunders't'and wha't I say, Skypiean. I do no't wish the Ancien't Weapons t'o be released upon the world again, I merely wan't to have Lamia safe with me, and neither of us t'o be t'roubled by your kind again. In re't'urn, I will no't kill you where you s't'and."