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The Bahamût crowded together, swimming round the unnerving object, it yet keeping their distance from the silent thing. They bristled at its presence, it was so still, so utterly different. The pod swam in circles, wanting to see the object, to be close to it but fear swam among them keeping them at a safe distance.
Part 1: I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but I fear no evil
When they took him to his new cell, nearer the seat of government, Elias was surprised to find it overlooked the Square of Lost Heroes, a place, his studies revealed, which was dedicated to the contemplation of peace. Perhaps they were sending him a signal. Although he was getting used to their arcane way of thinking and doubted such a signal was as superficial as face-value would suggest. Defining the meaning of their message would require much thought.
He sat on the edge of his bunk swatting at the M’lee flies buzzing around in his cell’s thick air, his mind turning in circles of worry, trying to clarify the Moaik’s intent. Peace and acceptance of the misunderstanding would be preferable, but if needs be, he would be the Sword of God.
“I don’t need much,” he had said to Cimvric Ah-Mah when the invitation to attend the court of the Imperatorin came through. “Just a place to sleep, pray, and study.”
Ah-Mah just nodded and left, presumably to make arrangements.
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