The Everquest
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Sun Oct 06, 2019 5:46 pm
Mithrandir opened his eyes; darkness.
The last waking moment he recalled being hurled out of a Vanirian spaceship headed towards a place he did not know. He wasn't sure if Kurotsuchi fought for his life, or if he was the one to kick him off in the first place. All he knew is that he was kicked off the ship and left to float on in the cold dark of space. The next thing he knew, he was here; wherever here was.
Mithrandir arose, feeling a sudden surge of energy like someone who was stunned into awakening. He looked around him, somewhat confused. He was on a planet, a world, if you will; but one full of nothing but darkness and lightning. It was cold, but somehow there was no ice. Instead there was a stillness to the air that heightened the since of deadness in the air. Mithrandir looked down and realized at once he was atop a mountain of some kind. The tip was about ten meters in circumference, just large enough for him to not accidentally slip off.
Mithrandir floated down the mountain and took off into the air to observe the lifeless world he'd found himself thrusted upon. Not a bird in the sky as he continued forth. After about an hour of flying he presumed that he was simply on a world with no life forms. But what made that seem unlikely was the enormous body of water that he now floated above. He sensed nothing from the water nor the shore, nor the forest. What little he knew about planets was that those that possessed water in great amounts nearly always possessed life forms. The elements were also surprisingly tame, causing him to feel like he'd walked into a house that was vacant but certainly lived in. He had the feeling that he was a thief of some sort; someone who was intruding upon a world that was not supposed to be walked upon in its current state. What'd happened here?
He touched down into what appeared to be a city of some kind. He walked along a narrow pathway through a gateway two vast trees nearly two hundred meters high on each side. Once inside the gates, his jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. As soon as he’d stepped through the gate, he’d come face to face with a man. Startled, Mithrandir jumped back against the gate. The only light was the radiance that always accompanied his body, and thus he could see no more than about ten meters in front of him. He looked at the man in confusion, realizing he was not moving. Mithrandir walked carefully towards him to see that he was indeed reaching towards Mithrandir, but not specifically. He was reaching forth as though he was fleeing from something else. The young boy walked past the man carefully and deeper into the village. He could not see homes, houses or anything of the kind, but vast plant life and trees of various kinds. Nothing moved, and that frightened him. His senses picked up no signs of life though he was clearly surrounded by what ought to have been living organisms. Admittedly, something feintly resembling life radiated towards him, spoke to him even; but it was so feint he couldn’t discern it to be something outside of his own body. As he walked forth, one after another he ran into people frozen in a slick and golden metallic substance. Mithrandir did not possess a dojutsu, mind you, and so wondered about in relative vulnerability to whatever and whoever might be out there. He finally worked up the nerve to speak.
“HELLO?!” he screamed into the lifeless city. He began to float upwards, fearful of being ground level where whatever had frozen those people might still be. He heard no response. Hardly even wind existed in this place, the ocean nearby still to the point of being… non-water like. Mithrandir floated above the water and continued on, hoping that he’d reach the part of the planet where the sun was currently shining. His temperature was hotter than fire itself, but even he’d noticed a severe temperature drop. He flew on and on and on and on; no signs of life. It wasn’t until he’d reached the beginnings of a forest that he began to feel some since in which finding life was inevitable. How could a world possess this much vegatation and water, and yet nothing be alive? He touched down into the depths of a forest to float around more slowly, looking for anything. The trees were so enormous that Mithrandir was the mere size of an ant in comparison; it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He wondered if perhaps he was on the homeworld of giants… or perhaps even… the Titans.
An uneasiness began to grow in Mithrandir as he proceeded slowly through the forest. Surely if anyone was there they’d have seen him; he was the only bright thing around for hundreds of miles. His mind being lost on the small chance that he might be going after the Titans without Kurotsuchi and other backup caused his agility to slip ever so slightly. The sound of a boulder being dropped on solid concrete could be heard as he hit the base of a tree flat, and fell down three hundred meters to the forest floor. As his face, broken, rebuilt itself, his consciousness took its sweet time. The Aesirian was once more unconscious. Five minutes later, he found himself awake, fully healed and still in the dark. He gathered himself up and began to walk slowly, only to feel a strange feeling beneath his feet. He’d felt himself fall to the ground, and yet below him felt like… bark. He looked down, increasing the glow of his body the best he could (twenty meters) and what he saw stunned him.
He… was in the hands of the tree. He walked up what had to have been the arm of the tree and touched it, noticing signs of… life. He took his hand off of the tree and felt nothing; touching it once more, the bark below him began to move. It hit him then. The tree was feeding off of him in order to move and act consciously. He was unware plants could do such things, but it became intuitively obvious to him that this tree had helped him in catching him, and had been jumpstarted to life the moment he’d made contact with it via his hard head. Mithrandir floated to the top, of the tree, expecting to see who knows what. He touched the tree with both hands, sinking his body against it for a moment, as though trying to revitalize a heartbeat. He held himself against the tree for one minute before confirming signs of life within it; and signs of consciousness.
The tree seemed to be trying to communicate to Mithrandir somehow, but in a language and in a way that he could not put into words. He felt something tugging at him inside, as though screaming something; but he couldn’t make out what. He was so unskilled and untrained at understanding his feelings that the idea that they were the key to unlocking the mystery of a talking tree (something he was fascinated at) drove him into a slight panick.
He calmed himself, his breath. Closing his eyes he allowed the surge of energy the tree was transferring into his body to settle, and within his minds eye he went to a place in his consciousness where he could see it. Much like Naruto could go within himself to communicate with Kurama, Mithrandir went within himself to communicate with whatever… this was. He could see nothing inside himself but… himself. And yet something else was trying to emerge, he felt. Instead of emerging as a person, however, it emerged as an image. The image of a place came to his mind, and began to surround him like a 360 degree movie playing in high definition. Mithrandir looked around himself, startled at the vividness of the vision and almost unsure if he’d actually been teleported to wherever this was. The tree was telling him a destination to go to, apparently. And the surge he felt through his cells and nerves was the tree’s emotional angst that he should go there. Something about this seemed insane and ridiculous; i mean… talking trees? What would Kuro say? How did he know that the tree had feelings anyhow?
He didn’t have time to explain to himself what was happening. Mithrandir was lost; and his best guess was that this tree had told him to go to this place to find answers or whatever else.
“Which direction?” he said to the tree, whispering as though someone might hear him.
No reply. Was he expecting one? A bit frustrated that his intuitive belief that he was in communication with an actual tree seemed to be spoiled, he touched the tree just to keep the dream alive. As soon as he did, a mental movie was thrust upon him, and he was able to clearly see that East was the direction; and what everything along the way looked like. He let go of the tree, jolted by the powerful vision and the sense of urgency he couldn’t help but feel was being communicated. He nodded to the tree, and headed east.
The last waking moment he recalled being hurled out of a Vanirian spaceship headed towards a place he did not know. He wasn't sure if Kurotsuchi fought for his life, or if he was the one to kick him off in the first place. All he knew is that he was kicked off the ship and left to float on in the cold dark of space. The next thing he knew, he was here; wherever here was.
Mithrandir arose, feeling a sudden surge of energy like someone who was stunned into awakening. He looked around him, somewhat confused. He was on a planet, a world, if you will; but one full of nothing but darkness and lightning. It was cold, but somehow there was no ice. Instead there was a stillness to the air that heightened the since of deadness in the air. Mithrandir looked down and realized at once he was atop a mountain of some kind. The tip was about ten meters in circumference, just large enough for him to not accidentally slip off.
Mithrandir floated down the mountain and took off into the air to observe the lifeless world he'd found himself thrusted upon. Not a bird in the sky as he continued forth. After about an hour of flying he presumed that he was simply on a world with no life forms. But what made that seem unlikely was the enormous body of water that he now floated above. He sensed nothing from the water nor the shore, nor the forest. What little he knew about planets was that those that possessed water in great amounts nearly always possessed life forms. The elements were also surprisingly tame, causing him to feel like he'd walked into a house that was vacant but certainly lived in. He had the feeling that he was a thief of some sort; someone who was intruding upon a world that was not supposed to be walked upon in its current state. What'd happened here?
He touched down into what appeared to be a city of some kind. He walked along a narrow pathway through a gateway two vast trees nearly two hundred meters high on each side. Once inside the gates, his jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. As soon as he’d stepped through the gate, he’d come face to face with a man. Startled, Mithrandir jumped back against the gate. The only light was the radiance that always accompanied his body, and thus he could see no more than about ten meters in front of him. He looked at the man in confusion, realizing he was not moving. Mithrandir walked carefully towards him to see that he was indeed reaching towards Mithrandir, but not specifically. He was reaching forth as though he was fleeing from something else. The young boy walked past the man carefully and deeper into the village. He could not see homes, houses or anything of the kind, but vast plant life and trees of various kinds. Nothing moved, and that frightened him. His senses picked up no signs of life though he was clearly surrounded by what ought to have been living organisms. Admittedly, something feintly resembling life radiated towards him, spoke to him even; but it was so feint he couldn’t discern it to be something outside of his own body. As he walked forth, one after another he ran into people frozen in a slick and golden metallic substance. Mithrandir did not possess a dojutsu, mind you, and so wondered about in relative vulnerability to whatever and whoever might be out there. He finally worked up the nerve to speak.
“HELLO?!” he screamed into the lifeless city. He began to float upwards, fearful of being ground level where whatever had frozen those people might still be. He heard no response. Hardly even wind existed in this place, the ocean nearby still to the point of being… non-water like. Mithrandir floated above the water and continued on, hoping that he’d reach the part of the planet where the sun was currently shining. His temperature was hotter than fire itself, but even he’d noticed a severe temperature drop. He flew on and on and on and on; no signs of life. It wasn’t until he’d reached the beginnings of a forest that he began to feel some since in which finding life was inevitable. How could a world possess this much vegatation and water, and yet nothing be alive? He touched down into the depths of a forest to float around more slowly, looking for anything. The trees were so enormous that Mithrandir was the mere size of an ant in comparison; it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. He wondered if perhaps he was on the homeworld of giants… or perhaps even… the Titans.
An uneasiness began to grow in Mithrandir as he proceeded slowly through the forest. Surely if anyone was there they’d have seen him; he was the only bright thing around for hundreds of miles. His mind being lost on the small chance that he might be going after the Titans without Kurotsuchi and other backup caused his agility to slip ever so slightly. The sound of a boulder being dropped on solid concrete could be heard as he hit the base of a tree flat, and fell down three hundred meters to the forest floor. As his face, broken, rebuilt itself, his consciousness took its sweet time. The Aesirian was once more unconscious. Five minutes later, he found himself awake, fully healed and still in the dark. He gathered himself up and began to walk slowly, only to feel a strange feeling beneath his feet. He’d felt himself fall to the ground, and yet below him felt like… bark. He looked down, increasing the glow of his body the best he could (twenty meters) and what he saw stunned him.
He… was in the hands of the tree. He walked up what had to have been the arm of the tree and touched it, noticing signs of… life. He took his hand off of the tree and felt nothing; touching it once more, the bark below him began to move. It hit him then. The tree was feeding off of him in order to move and act consciously. He was unware plants could do such things, but it became intuitively obvious to him that this tree had helped him in catching him, and had been jumpstarted to life the moment he’d made contact with it via his hard head. Mithrandir floated to the top, of the tree, expecting to see who knows what. He touched the tree with both hands, sinking his body against it for a moment, as though trying to revitalize a heartbeat. He held himself against the tree for one minute before confirming signs of life within it; and signs of consciousness.
The tree seemed to be trying to communicate to Mithrandir somehow, but in a language and in a way that he could not put into words. He felt something tugging at him inside, as though screaming something; but he couldn’t make out what. He was so unskilled and untrained at understanding his feelings that the idea that they were the key to unlocking the mystery of a talking tree (something he was fascinated at) drove him into a slight panick.
He calmed himself, his breath. Closing his eyes he allowed the surge of energy the tree was transferring into his body to settle, and within his minds eye he went to a place in his consciousness where he could see it. Much like Naruto could go within himself to communicate with Kurama, Mithrandir went within himself to communicate with whatever… this was. He could see nothing inside himself but… himself. And yet something else was trying to emerge, he felt. Instead of emerging as a person, however, it emerged as an image. The image of a place came to his mind, and began to surround him like a 360 degree movie playing in high definition. Mithrandir looked around himself, startled at the vividness of the vision and almost unsure if he’d actually been teleported to wherever this was. The tree was telling him a destination to go to, apparently. And the surge he felt through his cells and nerves was the tree’s emotional angst that he should go there. Something about this seemed insane and ridiculous; i mean… talking trees? What would Kuro say? How did he know that the tree had feelings anyhow?
He didn’t have time to explain to himself what was happening. Mithrandir was lost; and his best guess was that this tree had told him to go to this place to find answers or whatever else.
“Which direction?” he said to the tree, whispering as though someone might hear him.
No reply. Was he expecting one? A bit frustrated that his intuitive belief that he was in communication with an actual tree seemed to be spoiled, he touched the tree just to keep the dream alive. As soon as he did, a mental movie was thrust upon him, and he was able to clearly see that East was the direction; and what everything along the way looked like. He let go of the tree, jolted by the powerful vision and the sense of urgency he couldn’t help but feel was being communicated. He nodded to the tree, and headed east.
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Sun Oct 06, 2019 6:07 pm
Mithrandir followed the path shown to him by the tree towards the beautiful wood he’d seen in his mind's eye. It took him hours of flying, but he had no where else to be, and knew nowhere else to go. At some point during the journey, it became about pure faith, and faith alone. Faith, the point at which all journeys truly become worthwhile.
Mithrandir finally came within view of Gan-Eden, the mythical forest wherein secrest beyond his wildest imaginations existed. All he knew was that it was teeming with life, and there were things inside of it brighter than himself. As he drew near, a sigh of relief and a feeling of ecstasy came to him all at once. He touched down to the beginnings of Eden, finding that it was oddly surrounded by an aurora borealis that reached all the way to the sky. Where was this light coming from if there was no start to be seen in a pitch black sky. Come to think of it… there were no stars to be seen; that was bizarre and even impossible. All worlds possessed a view of other heavenly bodies unless their atmosphere was so filled with gasses and toxins that such views were made impossible. But worlds like that… didn’t have…
Mithrandir entered into the rainbow colored forest and walked smoothly through, cautiously and carefully. Surely here, he’d find the giants. He was unsure if they would be kind of unkind; evil or good; he needed to be ready for both. As he walked about, he began to hear whispers, making the tension all the greater. He could’ve sworn many times that he’d seen something moving around behind the various colorful trees. He heard a stream of water or three in the distance, but had no desire to be a detective. He recalled that just before letting go of the tree he’d seen a vision of a great and grand tree that he presumably was to approach. Perhaps like the other tree, this was one that could communicate. He looked yonder and saw in the distance a few trees that stood out above the others. He quickly flew towards them and took stance within ten meters of the area. One was blood red and reached up about two hundred meters into the sky. Another tree was sapphire blue and reached up equally as high. He looked around these gargantuan trees only to realize there were many, hundreds, like them. Where was this special tree? Mithrandir flew in and out of the array of trees of various colors. He sensed an expression of life in them that was unlike he’d ever experienced. They were somehow more alive than… living things. It was strange but made sense to him at some level of his soul. Looking every which way, it wasn’t until he came to the end of the display of meridian trees that he came to a stop. He was exactly where the sparkling white tree in his vision was; and yet it was no where to be seen. Something in him had put a special hope in finding this thing, though he couldn’t put a finger on why. It didn’t matter because he hadn’t found it - and it devestated him.
He fell to his knees finally, eyes wide - “Where am I?!” he yelled angrily.
“Home,” a deep and rich voice replied.
Mithrandir finally came within view of Gan-Eden, the mythical forest wherein secrest beyond his wildest imaginations existed. All he knew was that it was teeming with life, and there were things inside of it brighter than himself. As he drew near, a sigh of relief and a feeling of ecstasy came to him all at once. He touched down to the beginnings of Eden, finding that it was oddly surrounded by an aurora borealis that reached all the way to the sky. Where was this light coming from if there was no start to be seen in a pitch black sky. Come to think of it… there were no stars to be seen; that was bizarre and even impossible. All worlds possessed a view of other heavenly bodies unless their atmosphere was so filled with gasses and toxins that such views were made impossible. But worlds like that… didn’t have…
Mithrandir entered into the rainbow colored forest and walked smoothly through, cautiously and carefully. Surely here, he’d find the giants. He was unsure if they would be kind of unkind; evil or good; he needed to be ready for both. As he walked about, he began to hear whispers, making the tension all the greater. He could’ve sworn many times that he’d seen something moving around behind the various colorful trees. He heard a stream of water or three in the distance, but had no desire to be a detective. He recalled that just before letting go of the tree he’d seen a vision of a great and grand tree that he presumably was to approach. Perhaps like the other tree, this was one that could communicate. He looked yonder and saw in the distance a few trees that stood out above the others. He quickly flew towards them and took stance within ten meters of the area. One was blood red and reached up about two hundred meters into the sky. Another tree was sapphire blue and reached up equally as high. He looked around these gargantuan trees only to realize there were many, hundreds, like them. Where was this special tree? Mithrandir flew in and out of the array of trees of various colors. He sensed an expression of life in them that was unlike he’d ever experienced. They were somehow more alive than… living things. It was strange but made sense to him at some level of his soul. Looking every which way, it wasn’t until he came to the end of the display of meridian trees that he came to a stop. He was exactly where the sparkling white tree in his vision was; and yet it was no where to be seen. Something in him had put a special hope in finding this thing, though he couldn’t put a finger on why. It didn’t matter because he hadn’t found it - and it devestated him.
He fell to his knees finally, eyes wide - “Where am I?!” he yelled angrily.
“Home,” a deep and rich voice replied.
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Sun Oct 06, 2019 9:07 pm
Mithrandir looked up to see a man dressed in all white robes, silky black hair, and the most confident grin he’d ever seen in his life. Behind him a light so bright that Mithrandir could hardly open his eyes fully.
The man helped him up, and the two held eye contact as though they couldn’t look away if they tried. Mithrandir hardly noticed as everything around him save for the man became enveloped in white light.
“Who are you?” he said, suspiciously, trying to hide the fear and amazement he was feeling. He couldn’t put it into words; but he knew he was looking at an Aesirian.
The man chuckled softly.
“I think the better question we ought to be asking is… who are you?”
The question was clearly rhetorical and yet he asked it in the same way Mithrandir asked himself that question almost once a day. A small voice inside of him inquired ceaselessly of that exact thing and the man spoke… just like that voice.
Mithrandir was speechless, looking like a beggar looks at a wealthy man.
“Follow me.” the man touched Mithrandir on the shoulder, and without another word, the two were teleported to another place in space-time.
Silence once more, as they now floated about in space. Where exactly Mithrandir did not know, but what’s the point of a mystery if you do? In the distance, all his eyes were drawn to was a black orb that was surrounded by gas and light.
There was a beauty to the sight that was indescribable, and yet that beauty, like all perfect beauty, carried with it a tragedy.
Mithrandir didn’t have the words to express himself, so he looked to his new companion for help.
“Azathoth, the Morning Star."
Mithrandir gazed upon the black orb with confusion and tension.
“What happened to it?” He now realized the black orb was the star the man spoke of.
“We will get to that later; what is important is that you understand why it is your world is filled with darkness and lifelessness.”
It was then that it hit Mithrandir. He was on… the Aesirian homeworld. One might think it obvious at this point, but it simply never occurred to him that such a thing was possible. He now knew the man in the white robe was indeed an Aesirian. Perhaps he was the only one who’d survived?
“This star was imprisoned nearly three millenia ago. Arda, our homeworld, has been lifeless ever since.”
There was silence. Mithrandir looked to the man, whose face was expressionless and yet still had a scent of confidence that seemed unshakeable. Just who was this stranger?
The environment went white once again and after a flash they went from being in the dead of space to being in the midst of a great city. There were rainbow bridges, palaces made of only precious stones, water that was completely transparent, and forest life in abundance. They walked across a rainbow bridge into the divine city. All below them was the trasnparent water, teeming with life. Up above them could be seen flying creatures; and flying Aesirians. Mithrandir felt a joy to him, and yet something in his gut told him - it was a vision of a dead past. The stranger was showing him a glimpse of the Aesirian civilization before its annihiliation. They phased on into the city, and were met with a festival. As they walked into the golden-streets of Avalon, women dressed in white robes paraded them with flowers. Music was played by the Aesir; their own voices were the instruments. Mithrandir walked down the isle with his friend, unsure if the people could actually see him or not. He noticed that now he too was wearing all white, and a crown of flowers was atop his golden head. They walked toward what appeared to be a palace made of over twenty different rare gems and jewels. Guards inn completely crystalline and purple armor greeted them, fierce in appearance and yet witha righteousness about them that would make any man of average valor fall to his knees. Mithrandir was so overwhelmed that he fell to his quite quickly.
A hand was placed on his shoulder as he looked up in amazement; and wept.
The rich voice of his guide was heard and felt.
“Weap for them, Mithrandir. Weap for Avalon; weap for Lothloren; weap for the music makers; weap for the gardens; weap for the lovely virgins; weak for the mighty princes; weap for Eden; weap for Galahad; weap for your people.”
Mithrandir continued in doing so, like a small child was he. He somehow felt as though he didn’t need to hold in his emotions as he’d always done. There was no one around to judge him or to make him feel immature for having them. Mithrandir wept, and wept and wept. Unbenounced to him, their new surroundings were at first base; the mountain he’d first appeared on. A rainbow-like energy was surrounding him as he arose from the ground to face the reality of the bleak world as it presently was. His guide, who glowed white continually, smiled as he placed his hands on Mithrandir’s face.
“You have questions. The time has come for you to receive the answers. Speak, my son.”
The mountain top he stood on, though dark before, was now glowing emerald green. Around this mountain top, in the distances, other mountains and hills began also to glow ambient colors; it was as though someone had turned on a switch and done this. The reality was that the world around him was responding to his own energy; an energy he still did not yet understand.
“Who are you? Who am I? Why and how was I brought here? Where’s my brother?”
“I am Illuvatar, the Tree of Life. Through me did all biological life on Arda come to be. You do not have a brother; but the Vanirian prince is safely on his way to his own homeworld. It would appear you both have a destiny that inevitably intertwines. The universe is certainly ironic. Who you are and why you were brought here are one in the same question; but first I must give answers to questions you do not yet know to ask.”
Another flash came; and without warning they were inside of the mountain. Apparently hollow, the inner celing went up several hundred meters, with glowing rocks everywhere on the inside. The innards of the mountain was white crystal that sparkled various colors at once; a substance he’d never seen before. They stood in a hallway and began to walk towards what appeared in the distance to be three thrones.
The man helped him up, and the two held eye contact as though they couldn’t look away if they tried. Mithrandir hardly noticed as everything around him save for the man became enveloped in white light.
“Who are you?” he said, suspiciously, trying to hide the fear and amazement he was feeling. He couldn’t put it into words; but he knew he was looking at an Aesirian.
The man chuckled softly.
“I think the better question we ought to be asking is… who are you?”
The question was clearly rhetorical and yet he asked it in the same way Mithrandir asked himself that question almost once a day. A small voice inside of him inquired ceaselessly of that exact thing and the man spoke… just like that voice.
Mithrandir was speechless, looking like a beggar looks at a wealthy man.
“Follow me.” the man touched Mithrandir on the shoulder, and without another word, the two were teleported to another place in space-time.
Silence once more, as they now floated about in space. Where exactly Mithrandir did not know, but what’s the point of a mystery if you do? In the distance, all his eyes were drawn to was a black orb that was surrounded by gas and light.
There was a beauty to the sight that was indescribable, and yet that beauty, like all perfect beauty, carried with it a tragedy.
Mithrandir didn’t have the words to express himself, so he looked to his new companion for help.
“Azathoth, the Morning Star."
Mithrandir gazed upon the black orb with confusion and tension.
“What happened to it?” He now realized the black orb was the star the man spoke of.
“We will get to that later; what is important is that you understand why it is your world is filled with darkness and lifelessness.”
It was then that it hit Mithrandir. He was on… the Aesirian homeworld. One might think it obvious at this point, but it simply never occurred to him that such a thing was possible. He now knew the man in the white robe was indeed an Aesirian. Perhaps he was the only one who’d survived?
“This star was imprisoned nearly three millenia ago. Arda, our homeworld, has been lifeless ever since.”
There was silence. Mithrandir looked to the man, whose face was expressionless and yet still had a scent of confidence that seemed unshakeable. Just who was this stranger?
The environment went white once again and after a flash they went from being in the dead of space to being in the midst of a great city. There were rainbow bridges, palaces made of only precious stones, water that was completely transparent, and forest life in abundance. They walked across a rainbow bridge into the divine city. All below them was the trasnparent water, teeming with life. Up above them could be seen flying creatures; and flying Aesirians. Mithrandir felt a joy to him, and yet something in his gut told him - it was a vision of a dead past. The stranger was showing him a glimpse of the Aesirian civilization before its annihiliation. They phased on into the city, and were met with a festival. As they walked into the golden-streets of Avalon, women dressed in white robes paraded them with flowers. Music was played by the Aesir; their own voices were the instruments. Mithrandir walked down the isle with his friend, unsure if the people could actually see him or not. He noticed that now he too was wearing all white, and a crown of flowers was atop his golden head. They walked toward what appeared to be a palace made of over twenty different rare gems and jewels. Guards inn completely crystalline and purple armor greeted them, fierce in appearance and yet witha righteousness about them that would make any man of average valor fall to his knees. Mithrandir was so overwhelmed that he fell to his quite quickly.
A hand was placed on his shoulder as he looked up in amazement; and wept.
The rich voice of his guide was heard and felt.
“Weap for them, Mithrandir. Weap for Avalon; weap for Lothloren; weap for the music makers; weap for the gardens; weap for the lovely virgins; weak for the mighty princes; weap for Eden; weap for Galahad; weap for your people.”
Mithrandir continued in doing so, like a small child was he. He somehow felt as though he didn’t need to hold in his emotions as he’d always done. There was no one around to judge him or to make him feel immature for having them. Mithrandir wept, and wept and wept. Unbenounced to him, their new surroundings were at first base; the mountain he’d first appeared on. A rainbow-like energy was surrounding him as he arose from the ground to face the reality of the bleak world as it presently was. His guide, who glowed white continually, smiled as he placed his hands on Mithrandir’s face.
“You have questions. The time has come for you to receive the answers. Speak, my son.”
The mountain top he stood on, though dark before, was now glowing emerald green. Around this mountain top, in the distances, other mountains and hills began also to glow ambient colors; it was as though someone had turned on a switch and done this. The reality was that the world around him was responding to his own energy; an energy he still did not yet understand.
“Who are you? Who am I? Why and how was I brought here? Where’s my brother?”
“I am Illuvatar, the Tree of Life. Through me did all biological life on Arda come to be. You do not have a brother; but the Vanirian prince is safely on his way to his own homeworld. It would appear you both have a destiny that inevitably intertwines. The universe is certainly ironic. Who you are and why you were brought here are one in the same question; but first I must give answers to questions you do not yet know to ask.”
Another flash came; and without warning they were inside of the mountain. Apparently hollow, the inner celing went up several hundred meters, with glowing rocks everywhere on the inside. The innards of the mountain was white crystal that sparkled various colors at once; a substance he’d never seen before. They stood in a hallway and began to walk towards what appeared in the distance to be three thrones.
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It occurred to him at that moment that they were not inside of a mountain; they were somewhere outside of space and time entirely. Mithrandir looked ahead and on the throne in the center sat someone robed in all black, their face emitting a kind of light that made them impossible to see. The man in the black robes arose upon seeing Mithrandir, who instinctively fled in the other direction; had his new friend led him into a trap?
He ran in the opposite direction only to be met with a blinding light whose energy knocked him down. Shielding his eyes, he could see just enough to makeout the bodily figure of someone, and rainbow energy and flames surrounding them in all directions. Mithrandir, crawled into a sprint in the oppsosite direction now; halted once more when he came face to face with three beings.
In the center, Illuvatar. The left of Illuvatar was a person of indescribable light, beauty, and radaince. To the right of Illuvatar was the more mysterious figure who wore all black robes and whose had no discernable facial features.
“The moment you’ve waited for your entire life has come, Mithrandir. The greatest mystery of your life; has been you.”
Illuvatar stepped two steps towards Mithrandir, whose fright turned strangely into eerie familiarity in a moment he couldn’t distinctly point to.
The star-being spoke in a voice that sounded like a musical note. “I am Azathoth, the Morning Star.”
Next, the dark robed entity spoke, “I am Apocolothoth, the Law Giver.”
Illuvatar, stepped closer to Mithrandir.
“We are the gods of the Aesir. I am the source of biological life and physical constructs on Arda. Azathoth is the source of the souls that exist in living things; and Apocolothoth is the source of Mind on this world, as well as the laws that govern the world.
When the Azathoth’s light was blocked, the Aesir’s souls slept in darkness, and their bodies no longer moved. The soul is the ruler of the mind, and the mind the ruler of the body; so goes the hierarchy of life.”
“Why didn’t you save the Aesir?! If you’re gods, how were you defeated?!” Mithrandir yelled out hysterically. His emotions once more were getting the best of him, and his aura turned red. He looked upon the star being, whose aura was also red, coincidentally; he wondered if that meant he was mad.
“We made arrangements for the salvation of the Aesir; and if you will let me finish; you will see the part you play in that.
Even gods have limitations, Mithrandir. I am the only one of the gods who is able to take on a physical body; given that I am a physical entity. Azathoth is an entirely spiritual being, and Apcolothtoth is an entirely mental being. You see, there are different planes of existence. Think of it like levels in a building. Level one is biological, level two is mental, level three is spiritual. What it means to be “alive” is entirely different depending on your level. With that being said, Azathoth took on the nature of a star, and was trapped by the enemy of the Aesir. Because Azatoth is spiritual; only a spiritual being could’ve freed him from a spiritual imprisonment. Thus neither I, nor even Apocoloth could do so; because we can operate only a little on planes that we do not fully exist on.”
Mithrandir nodded in astonishment. How could such beings be defeated by such simple and obvious limitations?
Illuvatar chuckled a bit, which was strange to Mithrandir.
“Fear not my son; we are not so easily fooled by mortals. You see, the redemption of the Aesir was something we planned from the very day we created them. The gods made a covenant that one day they would join together in the ultimate act of divine intimacy; fusion. Three would become one; most civilizations refer to this as marriage. We covenanted to become one being some day, and promised the Aesir that through this we would one day walk among them as a King”
“Where do I come in to all of this?” Mithrandir asked, becoming confused at the concept of three persons become one; what did that even mean?
“Mithrandir… You are the Covenant.”
“I don’t understand.” the boy responded flatly. This was now getting so esoteric he might’ve wanted to phone-in Kurotsuchi just to keep up.
“When you combine red and blue; you get purple. In other words, two completely different things can come together and beome something entirely new; and yet at the same time that something new contains the original ingredients. So instead of having two colors; you have three - red, blue and purple.
In the same way, we fused on another and created an entirely unique soul, mind, and body; and yet at the same time we were fully present in each. Like having one room you live in; but combining it with two other friends rooms and now you have three rooms - one house.”
Apocolothoth spoke,
“Your mind is still feeble and entirely unawakened - so it makes sense you understand little of divine wisdom. Yet do try and listen my child. Your name is not Mithrandir; your name is Quetsiqquaddol. You are a triune being, and the result of a perfect fusion between the three powerful beings you see standing before you. Your mind - is my mind. Your body - is Illuvatar’s body; and your soul - is the soul of Azathoth. We are not only connected, we are the same. And yet the fusion of all three of us into you has made you distinct from us in a way. We cannot fully control you because of this, and your soul has free will; the ability to think different thoughts and make different decisions. Our minds are within you, but they and we - are servants to your will. Your individual and unique will being the product of the red and the blue combining.
Make sense?”
“So then how am I so much weaker, and stupider than you - if we are the same?”
“You are a seed that is germinating, not yet complete. As a seed, your rate of power is not how much you grow; but how much you can express and be filled with. Your power is already present within you, but the keys to unlocking that power is the process that nature demands all physical beings go through. All life forms have a beginning, and afterwards there is progression. For mortals this progression continues until their death; for the immortal it is infinite.
You are seed who is now ripened into a fruit. Every progressive step you’ve grown in your capacity to express what has been locked inside of you; to express us. Now we must take your hand and guide you… to your destiny.”
Before Mithrandir could respond, the room when white, and he blacked out.
He ran in the opposite direction only to be met with a blinding light whose energy knocked him down. Shielding his eyes, he could see just enough to makeout the bodily figure of someone, and rainbow energy and flames surrounding them in all directions. Mithrandir, crawled into a sprint in the oppsosite direction now; halted once more when he came face to face with three beings.
In the center, Illuvatar. The left of Illuvatar was a person of indescribable light, beauty, and radaince. To the right of Illuvatar was the more mysterious figure who wore all black robes and whose had no discernable facial features.
“The moment you’ve waited for your entire life has come, Mithrandir. The greatest mystery of your life; has been you.”
Illuvatar stepped two steps towards Mithrandir, whose fright turned strangely into eerie familiarity in a moment he couldn’t distinctly point to.
The star-being spoke in a voice that sounded like a musical note. “I am Azathoth, the Morning Star.”
Next, the dark robed entity spoke, “I am Apocolothoth, the Law Giver.”
Illuvatar, stepped closer to Mithrandir.
“We are the gods of the Aesir. I am the source of biological life and physical constructs on Arda. Azathoth is the source of the souls that exist in living things; and Apocolothoth is the source of Mind on this world, as well as the laws that govern the world.
When the Azathoth’s light was blocked, the Aesir’s souls slept in darkness, and their bodies no longer moved. The soul is the ruler of the mind, and the mind the ruler of the body; so goes the hierarchy of life.”
“Why didn’t you save the Aesir?! If you’re gods, how were you defeated?!” Mithrandir yelled out hysterically. His emotions once more were getting the best of him, and his aura turned red. He looked upon the star being, whose aura was also red, coincidentally; he wondered if that meant he was mad.
“We made arrangements for the salvation of the Aesir; and if you will let me finish; you will see the part you play in that.
Even gods have limitations, Mithrandir. I am the only one of the gods who is able to take on a physical body; given that I am a physical entity. Azathoth is an entirely spiritual being, and Apcolothtoth is an entirely mental being. You see, there are different planes of existence. Think of it like levels in a building. Level one is biological, level two is mental, level three is spiritual. What it means to be “alive” is entirely different depending on your level. With that being said, Azathoth took on the nature of a star, and was trapped by the enemy of the Aesir. Because Azatoth is spiritual; only a spiritual being could’ve freed him from a spiritual imprisonment. Thus neither I, nor even Apocoloth could do so; because we can operate only a little on planes that we do not fully exist on.”
Mithrandir nodded in astonishment. How could such beings be defeated by such simple and obvious limitations?
Illuvatar chuckled a bit, which was strange to Mithrandir.
“Fear not my son; we are not so easily fooled by mortals. You see, the redemption of the Aesir was something we planned from the very day we created them. The gods made a covenant that one day they would join together in the ultimate act of divine intimacy; fusion. Three would become one; most civilizations refer to this as marriage. We covenanted to become one being some day, and promised the Aesir that through this we would one day walk among them as a King”
“Where do I come in to all of this?” Mithrandir asked, becoming confused at the concept of three persons become one; what did that even mean?
“Mithrandir… You are the Covenant.”
“I don’t understand.” the boy responded flatly. This was now getting so esoteric he might’ve wanted to phone-in Kurotsuchi just to keep up.
“When you combine red and blue; you get purple. In other words, two completely different things can come together and beome something entirely new; and yet at the same time that something new contains the original ingredients. So instead of having two colors; you have three - red, blue and purple.
In the same way, we fused on another and created an entirely unique soul, mind, and body; and yet at the same time we were fully present in each. Like having one room you live in; but combining it with two other friends rooms and now you have three rooms - one house.”
Apocolothoth spoke,
“Your mind is still feeble and entirely unawakened - so it makes sense you understand little of divine wisdom. Yet do try and listen my child. Your name is not Mithrandir; your name is Quetsiqquaddol. You are a triune being, and the result of a perfect fusion between the three powerful beings you see standing before you. Your mind - is my mind. Your body - is Illuvatar’s body; and your soul - is the soul of Azathoth. We are not only connected, we are the same. And yet the fusion of all three of us into you has made you distinct from us in a way. We cannot fully control you because of this, and your soul has free will; the ability to think different thoughts and make different decisions. Our minds are within you, but they and we - are servants to your will. Your individual and unique will being the product of the red and the blue combining.
Make sense?”
“So then how am I so much weaker, and stupider than you - if we are the same?”
“You are a seed that is germinating, not yet complete. As a seed, your rate of power is not how much you grow; but how much you can express and be filled with. Your power is already present within you, but the keys to unlocking that power is the process that nature demands all physical beings go through. All life forms have a beginning, and afterwards there is progression. For mortals this progression continues until their death; for the immortal it is infinite.
You are seed who is now ripened into a fruit. Every progressive step you’ve grown in your capacity to express what has been locked inside of you; to express us. Now we must take your hand and guide you… to your destiny.”
Before Mithrandir could respond, the room when white, and he blacked out.
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A gentle breeze woke up Mithrandir, as he lay sprawled out on a mountaintop with a one-hundred meter wide and long green field as its surface.
He arose quickly and without a thought. He was immediately aware he was high above all else, seeing as all around him was nothing but clouds and sky. A rainbow sky was up above, with a sunrise happening in both the east and west at the same time; a Moon clearly visible right behind him with the backdrop of a neon blue sky. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen in his life. He’d become so enamored with the spiritual connotations of the sheer beauty of the environment that he’d failed to realize that just behind him were his three fathers.
Turning around, he saw the three standing, viewing him with a look of both admiration and stern ambition that all parents gave the children in whom they were most invested.
Illuvatar wore a white robe with a green undergarment that left his chest open. Illuvatar’s long black hair and tan skin hid the fact that he and Mithrandir had the same body. Azathoth wore a white robe as well though of a different style. You could see the more japanese influence of illuvatar’s robe, whereas Azathoth wore the garb of a greek god; a golden sash around his waist and a golden pin on each shoulder to hold up his robe. He also wore a golden crown seemingly made out of plant-based thorns. Mithrandir couldn’t help but fix his gaze a longer time on Azathoth whose long golden hair was the only thing that seemed to be different than him appearance wise; they were frighteningly identical. Apocolototh wore black with a white undergarment. He still, strangely, did not share his face but rather a golden mask of a creature Mithrandir was sure was out of a folktale.
“We can waste no more time, Mithrandir. Your training and your learning must begin now.” said Apoc.
Illuvatar smiled but kept silent.
“Because you are a triune being, you must not only learn the individual skill sets of your bloodline, but how they work together as one; and eventually, how to combine them to create something new. Your training segment consists of six parts; the seventh being your final test. Each of us will lead you into one aspect of your abilities, the aspects we are directly responsible for. You will do two training blocks with each of us leading you, but the other two will guide you into incorporating your other abilities into what you learn.
All of your learning is by definition, intuitive. You are learning to express things already encoded in your genetic fabric. You must master yourself spiritually, physically, and mentally. You must know your abilities as well as we know ours. During this time, we will also be covering spiritual and universal truths that you must know and come to understand.”
Mithrandir nodded, admittedly feeling out of place as he stood with nothing but torn blue shorts on in the face of supposed deities. In his mind he felt excited and yet at the same time intimidated. He hadn’t expected to be… this big of a deal. He’d simply wanted to hear that he was the son of a king or something cool like that; and then be welcomed by the Aesir into their home. Perhaps be the guy that brought everyone back to life - that’d be cool. But the business of becoming… whatever it was he was supposed to become, seemed over the top and almost unnecessary. He wanted to become more powerful; but not almighty. He could tell by the tone in Apoc’s voice that he’d be doing most of the listening throughout this process; and he’d have to listen well.
“Very well then, we shall begin with my two training blocks Mithrandir.” said Illuvatar, seemingly trying to lighten the tension that seemed to come with every word spoken by Apoc.
“First things first; your Kekkei Genkai is similar to that of the Aesir, but very different in other senses. As Apoc said, you will not only be training, but learning the sciences of things. In my sessions with you we will be going over the anatomy and physiology of the Aesir; and your body. We will then move on to talking about the nature of plants and mastery over Mokodon.”
Illuvatar then walked towards Mithrandir until he stood five meters directly apart from him, the other two gods close by behind.
Illuvatar became shirtless, as Mithrandir was, but kept his white pants and different colored hair.
“Your KKG is called the Aeriopax Quintessance. Your abilities are divided into your body, your soul, and your mind. We will begin with the body and the derivatives of that. The first thing you must understand are midichlorians.”
Without warning, all around Mithrandir could be seen glowing blue and white lights. So plentious were these lights that it was as if he were being put under one of Kurotsuchi’s illusions or something. How on earth could there be so many? In every direction he looked and all along the surface of the mountain where these entities.
“Midichlorians are the building blocks of life; life on Aedin, to be specific. They are sentient beings whose primary purpose is to replicate and to grow in life force. With that being said, the Aesir, biologically speaking, are immortal. They die for no other reason outside of battle; which we will get to that another time. Midichlorians are unkillable, though their hosts most certainly are. The midichlorians provide the Aesir with exceptional strength, speed, endurance and stamina. In addition, they enable nearly flawless regenerative abilities. The amount of midichlorians an Aesirian has is the measure of their power level. Every Aesirian is made of midichlorians and other natural elements similar to plants.The more midichlorians are in an Aesirian, the greater their physical prowess and regenerative abilities.
Mind you, all Aesirians are effectively immortal. This means they die for no other reason than battle - which we will go over at a later time.
You must learn to master your control and communication over the midichlorians in your body, Mithrandir. They will be your greatest friend and your most lethal weapons.”
Azathoth went forth to put in his two cents.
“Understand also, Mithrandir, the relationship of the Aesir to light. The Aesir are light-based beings. Their bodies are nourished and regenerated by their cells drinking UV rays. The richer the UV exposure, the greater boost they receive in their bodies and even their souls. Midichlorians are like batteries that run off of light. Their multiply and convert the light energy they receive so well that they themselves are immortal and even eternal entities. One day of star absorption is a million years worth of life and power for a single midichlorian cell. The richer the light, the more intense absorption.”
“If that’s true… why did everyone die when you were imprisoned? Why didn’t they just go off to some other world and feed off of its stars?"
Azathoth smiled gently.
“Because they blindsided by the attack, and the shock sent their bodies into stasis. You see, the Aesir are not dead; their bodies are simply conserving light energy. The midichlorians have never had to survive without Me. So when my light was shrouded in darkness, they responded like an immune system responds to a cancer or to a virus. This attack was not the end of the Aesir, Mithrandir. It is the beginning of a new era for them. Biologically the midichlorians will evolve, and be better equipped to handle such an event should it ever occur; hence the Aesir shouldn’t ever be so easily put away as they were.”
Mithrandir nodded, swearing an oath to himself inside he’d never let something like that happen again.
Illuvatar picked back up.
“I want you to begin by learning how to feel and communicate with the midichlorians. They speak in a language you can be taught to understand. They are entities of lesser consciousness than you, but they have consciousness nonetheless. You are their master, and you must exercise dominion over them. Learn to feel your body perfectly, and you will be able to weaponize them.”
For the next year Mithrandir did just that.
Mithrandir learned how to release the midichlorians into the air. He learned how to communicate in their language and through the parts of his mind responsible for visualization. The representative consciousness of his midichlorians he called “Qigon”. He learned that by controlling the size and density of his midichlorians, he could increase his physical prowess. Illuvatar told him his midichlorians were essentially malleable to his will and would become whatever he trained them to. Mithrandir had the blueprint for the perfect body, but the training is what turned that into a reality. Day and night he and Illuvatar trained in physical sparring and fighting to master close combat and the art of creating maximum force at impact.
“This is the first time you’ve beaten me in ovver 2,000 cycles.” Illuvatar said, smiling.
“You’re now ready to move on to mastering Mokodon.”
“What is that?" Mithrandir said, breathing heavily.
“All of plant and bacteria life.”
He arose quickly and without a thought. He was immediately aware he was high above all else, seeing as all around him was nothing but clouds and sky. A rainbow sky was up above, with a sunrise happening in both the east and west at the same time; a Moon clearly visible right behind him with the backdrop of a neon blue sky. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen in his life. He’d become so enamored with the spiritual connotations of the sheer beauty of the environment that he’d failed to realize that just behind him were his three fathers.
Turning around, he saw the three standing, viewing him with a look of both admiration and stern ambition that all parents gave the children in whom they were most invested.
Illuvatar wore a white robe with a green undergarment that left his chest open. Illuvatar’s long black hair and tan skin hid the fact that he and Mithrandir had the same body. Azathoth wore a white robe as well though of a different style. You could see the more japanese influence of illuvatar’s robe, whereas Azathoth wore the garb of a greek god; a golden sash around his waist and a golden pin on each shoulder to hold up his robe. He also wore a golden crown seemingly made out of plant-based thorns. Mithrandir couldn’t help but fix his gaze a longer time on Azathoth whose long golden hair was the only thing that seemed to be different than him appearance wise; they were frighteningly identical. Apocolototh wore black with a white undergarment. He still, strangely, did not share his face but rather a golden mask of a creature Mithrandir was sure was out of a folktale.
“We can waste no more time, Mithrandir. Your training and your learning must begin now.” said Apoc.
Illuvatar smiled but kept silent.
“Because you are a triune being, you must not only learn the individual skill sets of your bloodline, but how they work together as one; and eventually, how to combine them to create something new. Your training segment consists of six parts; the seventh being your final test. Each of us will lead you into one aspect of your abilities, the aspects we are directly responsible for. You will do two training blocks with each of us leading you, but the other two will guide you into incorporating your other abilities into what you learn.
All of your learning is by definition, intuitive. You are learning to express things already encoded in your genetic fabric. You must master yourself spiritually, physically, and mentally. You must know your abilities as well as we know ours. During this time, we will also be covering spiritual and universal truths that you must know and come to understand.”
Mithrandir nodded, admittedly feeling out of place as he stood with nothing but torn blue shorts on in the face of supposed deities. In his mind he felt excited and yet at the same time intimidated. He hadn’t expected to be… this big of a deal. He’d simply wanted to hear that he was the son of a king or something cool like that; and then be welcomed by the Aesir into their home. Perhaps be the guy that brought everyone back to life - that’d be cool. But the business of becoming… whatever it was he was supposed to become, seemed over the top and almost unnecessary. He wanted to become more powerful; but not almighty. He could tell by the tone in Apoc’s voice that he’d be doing most of the listening throughout this process; and he’d have to listen well.
“Very well then, we shall begin with my two training blocks Mithrandir.” said Illuvatar, seemingly trying to lighten the tension that seemed to come with every word spoken by Apoc.
“First things first; your Kekkei Genkai is similar to that of the Aesir, but very different in other senses. As Apoc said, you will not only be training, but learning the sciences of things. In my sessions with you we will be going over the anatomy and physiology of the Aesir; and your body. We will then move on to talking about the nature of plants and mastery over Mokodon.”
Illuvatar then walked towards Mithrandir until he stood five meters directly apart from him, the other two gods close by behind.
Illuvatar became shirtless, as Mithrandir was, but kept his white pants and different colored hair.
“Your KKG is called the Aeriopax Quintessance. Your abilities are divided into your body, your soul, and your mind. We will begin with the body and the derivatives of that. The first thing you must understand are midichlorians.”
Without warning, all around Mithrandir could be seen glowing blue and white lights. So plentious were these lights that it was as if he were being put under one of Kurotsuchi’s illusions or something. How on earth could there be so many? In every direction he looked and all along the surface of the mountain where these entities.
“Midichlorians are the building blocks of life; life on Aedin, to be specific. They are sentient beings whose primary purpose is to replicate and to grow in life force. With that being said, the Aesir, biologically speaking, are immortal. They die for no other reason outside of battle; which we will get to that another time. Midichlorians are unkillable, though their hosts most certainly are. The midichlorians provide the Aesir with exceptional strength, speed, endurance and stamina. In addition, they enable nearly flawless regenerative abilities. The amount of midichlorians an Aesirian has is the measure of their power level. Every Aesirian is made of midichlorians and other natural elements similar to plants.The more midichlorians are in an Aesirian, the greater their physical prowess and regenerative abilities.
Mind you, all Aesirians are effectively immortal. This means they die for no other reason than battle - which we will go over at a later time.
You must learn to master your control and communication over the midichlorians in your body, Mithrandir. They will be your greatest friend and your most lethal weapons.”
Azathoth went forth to put in his two cents.
“Understand also, Mithrandir, the relationship of the Aesir to light. The Aesir are light-based beings. Their bodies are nourished and regenerated by their cells drinking UV rays. The richer the UV exposure, the greater boost they receive in their bodies and even their souls. Midichlorians are like batteries that run off of light. Their multiply and convert the light energy they receive so well that they themselves are immortal and even eternal entities. One day of star absorption is a million years worth of life and power for a single midichlorian cell. The richer the light, the more intense absorption.”
“If that’s true… why did everyone die when you were imprisoned? Why didn’t they just go off to some other world and feed off of its stars?"
Azathoth smiled gently.
“Because they blindsided by the attack, and the shock sent their bodies into stasis. You see, the Aesir are not dead; their bodies are simply conserving light energy. The midichlorians have never had to survive without Me. So when my light was shrouded in darkness, they responded like an immune system responds to a cancer or to a virus. This attack was not the end of the Aesir, Mithrandir. It is the beginning of a new era for them. Biologically the midichlorians will evolve, and be better equipped to handle such an event should it ever occur; hence the Aesir shouldn’t ever be so easily put away as they were.”
Mithrandir nodded, swearing an oath to himself inside he’d never let something like that happen again.
Illuvatar picked back up.
“I want you to begin by learning how to feel and communicate with the midichlorians. They speak in a language you can be taught to understand. They are entities of lesser consciousness than you, but they have consciousness nonetheless. You are their master, and you must exercise dominion over them. Learn to feel your body perfectly, and you will be able to weaponize them.”
For the next year Mithrandir did just that.
Mithrandir learned how to release the midichlorians into the air. He learned how to communicate in their language and through the parts of his mind responsible for visualization. The representative consciousness of his midichlorians he called “Qigon”. He learned that by controlling the size and density of his midichlorians, he could increase his physical prowess. Illuvatar told him his midichlorians were essentially malleable to his will and would become whatever he trained them to. Mithrandir had the blueprint for the perfect body, but the training is what turned that into a reality. Day and night he and Illuvatar trained in physical sparring and fighting to master close combat and the art of creating maximum force at impact.
“This is the first time you’ve beaten me in ovver 2,000 cycles.” Illuvatar said, smiling.
“You’re now ready to move on to mastering Mokodon.”
“What is that?" Mithrandir said, breathing heavily.
“All of plant and bacteria life.”
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“There are different types of energy in Aedin; three to be specific. There is EA, the energy that the plants and biological life draw from. There is Zohar, which is the light of Azathoth; and there is the Numinous, which is an energy accessed when a certain level of consciousness is reached. Each of us has placed an ether of these energies within Aedin, that they might continually sustain life. You will find in the Kingdom of the Aesir that different classes of Aesir lend to one type of power over another. The scientists and sages are Numinous oriented usually, able to have profound insight into the fundamental workings of nature. The farmers, gardeners and most warriors are Ea oriented; they deal with cultivating and creating life. The Paladin are Zohar oriented, and royal blood is usually a mix of two styles. Few have ever mastered all three natures.
Having mastered your body, you must now learn to become one with the plants around you.”
“I think it is a good time to show him the correlations,” Apoc remarked.
“He needs to understand how the energies manifest physically and vice versa.”
“Very well then. The midichlorians are the most fundamental building blocks of life. Second to them are the Ibrim, the bacteria that produce all plants. Similar to the midichlorians in producing biological animal life, they can be mastered in order to produce plant life of infinite variety.
Since Apoc would like me to heap it all on one pile, I share with you another secret. I produce the midichlorians and the Ibrim, which are my tools to create life. The energy that is underneath physical nature itself is EA, to which the midichlorians and Ibrim obey.
Tacheons are the light particles that makeup Zohar energy. These particles, which you will learn more about with Azatoth, are similar to the midichlorians and Ibrim, but are two in one. They are what you use to create constructs of light etc. I know these sciences might seem over the top and complicated, Mithrandir. But this you must know your KKG flawlessly if you are to be King of the Aesir.
Now then, let us begin with filling the desert with abundant life.”
Apocolothoth snapped his fingers, and all four men were in a lifeless desert. Apocolothoth, the master of space-time, continued to create various surroundings and realities that fit the need for that lesson.
Mithrandir looked all round him, a night sky up above, at the golden sand for miles in every direction.
He pressed his hands together and visualization proceeded. He imagined an abundant forest teeming with plants, small and large, and flowers of every kind.
“Visualize what you want the plants to do for you, Mithrandir. You must learn to communicate with them as well, and to design your commands into their genetic code. Your mind is the master panel of your techniques; you must use it in order to properly articulate your desires through your KKG.”
Days went by, as Mithrandir continued to increase the size and the complexity of the forest. The size, was the hardest. Illuvatar could fill a planet’s worth of land with abundant plant life so fervent you could hardly take a step without touching a plant. Mithrandir struggled with anything over 450 meters. This, by far, was the most exhausting part of training. It took Mithrandir two times the amount of time to master this as it did his body and the midichlorians. He was not allowed to engage zohar energy, even, though he knew at some point there would be a collaboration to aid both. Instead, he pushed his body and his Ea reserves to expand. All of his training was about evolving a part of himself to be equal to that of his fathers. If he could be equal to illuvatar in body mechanics and plant life; he’d be on a tier far above anything the Aesir had ever experienced. He’d truly be a god if this were to be accomplished. Three years into things, Mithrandir rested to enable his body to catch up and regenerate new growth.
After resting for three months, Mithrandir took at it once more to populate the entire world with his plants. His hair had grown long, his muscles had gotten tight and at the same time elongated. His Ea reserves had become certainly massive, but he wasn’t sure if he was up for the task yet. Mithrandir took the deepest of breaths, and allowed the power of Ea to flow through him. He went about it differently now. Without forced output; rather allowing himself to be an ocean and to pour out from abundance instead of coming from a place of rushed effort.
Mithrandir, more relaxed than ever, placed both hands on the sandy Earth - and power came forth. His eyes began to glow green and his body was surrounded with a green radiance that was a combination of Zohar energy and the Ea from within. When he awakened, all around him was pure forest. Mithrandir and the three fathers took to the sky to look around at what had been done on the fictional world. Apocolothoth quickly calculated; the entire world had been filled with plant life.
The next two years were spent studying the nearly limitless variety of plants; how to create new forms, communicate, program, combine, and spread faster and further. Mithrandir got to the point where he could spread over an entire world in less than an hour, depending on the size. The trees grew denser, their roots more ferocious. The flowers could be used for all kinds of unique effects via their pollen. He began to create plant creatures, who instantly knew the forest as well as Mithrandir and he could use via shared vision to expand his own mind; something Apoc beat into him as a battle strategy.
By the end of his time with Illuvatar, the Aesirian prince had risen to a level of power that he’d never dreamed of. Next, was to understand Light.
Having mastered your body, you must now learn to become one with the plants around you.”
“I think it is a good time to show him the correlations,” Apoc remarked.
“He needs to understand how the energies manifest physically and vice versa.”
“Very well then. The midichlorians are the most fundamental building blocks of life. Second to them are the Ibrim, the bacteria that produce all plants. Similar to the midichlorians in producing biological animal life, they can be mastered in order to produce plant life of infinite variety.
Since Apoc would like me to heap it all on one pile, I share with you another secret. I produce the midichlorians and the Ibrim, which are my tools to create life. The energy that is underneath physical nature itself is EA, to which the midichlorians and Ibrim obey.
Tacheons are the light particles that makeup Zohar energy. These particles, which you will learn more about with Azatoth, are similar to the midichlorians and Ibrim, but are two in one. They are what you use to create constructs of light etc. I know these sciences might seem over the top and complicated, Mithrandir. But this you must know your KKG flawlessly if you are to be King of the Aesir.
Now then, let us begin with filling the desert with abundant life.”
Apocolothoth snapped his fingers, and all four men were in a lifeless desert. Apocolothoth, the master of space-time, continued to create various surroundings and realities that fit the need for that lesson.
Mithrandir looked all round him, a night sky up above, at the golden sand for miles in every direction.
He pressed his hands together and visualization proceeded. He imagined an abundant forest teeming with plants, small and large, and flowers of every kind.
“Visualize what you want the plants to do for you, Mithrandir. You must learn to communicate with them as well, and to design your commands into their genetic code. Your mind is the master panel of your techniques; you must use it in order to properly articulate your desires through your KKG.”
Days went by, as Mithrandir continued to increase the size and the complexity of the forest. The size, was the hardest. Illuvatar could fill a planet’s worth of land with abundant plant life so fervent you could hardly take a step without touching a plant. Mithrandir struggled with anything over 450 meters. This, by far, was the most exhausting part of training. It took Mithrandir two times the amount of time to master this as it did his body and the midichlorians. He was not allowed to engage zohar energy, even, though he knew at some point there would be a collaboration to aid both. Instead, he pushed his body and his Ea reserves to expand. All of his training was about evolving a part of himself to be equal to that of his fathers. If he could be equal to illuvatar in body mechanics and plant life; he’d be on a tier far above anything the Aesir had ever experienced. He’d truly be a god if this were to be accomplished. Three years into things, Mithrandir rested to enable his body to catch up and regenerate new growth.
After resting for three months, Mithrandir took at it once more to populate the entire world with his plants. His hair had grown long, his muscles had gotten tight and at the same time elongated. His Ea reserves had become certainly massive, but he wasn’t sure if he was up for the task yet. Mithrandir took the deepest of breaths, and allowed the power of Ea to flow through him. He went about it differently now. Without forced output; rather allowing himself to be an ocean and to pour out from abundance instead of coming from a place of rushed effort.
Mithrandir, more relaxed than ever, placed both hands on the sandy Earth - and power came forth. His eyes began to glow green and his body was surrounded with a green radiance that was a combination of Zohar energy and the Ea from within. When he awakened, all around him was pure forest. Mithrandir and the three fathers took to the sky to look around at what had been done on the fictional world. Apocolothoth quickly calculated; the entire world had been filled with plant life.
The next two years were spent studying the nearly limitless variety of plants; how to create new forms, communicate, program, combine, and spread faster and further. Mithrandir got to the point where he could spread over an entire world in less than an hour, depending on the size. The trees grew denser, their roots more ferocious. The flowers could be used for all kinds of unique effects via their pollen. He began to create plant creatures, who instantly knew the forest as well as Mithrandir and he could use via shared vision to expand his own mind; something Apoc beat into him as a battle strategy.
By the end of his time with Illuvatar, the Aesirian prince had risen to a level of power that he’d never dreamed of. Next, was to understand Light.
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The scene, was a beautiful white temple couryard, with grass in the center of a ten meter square. To the end of the square led into a hill that fell into grassy plains and mountains below. Azatoth and Mithrandir gathered there in all white, his other two patriarchs sitting on the steps as they stood in the courtyard. The sun in this place seemed to shine almost directly at them, surely a special effect of the environment.
Azathoth’s eyes glowed white at all times, giving him an emotionless vibe at almost all times despite his almost purely emotional nature.
“Emotions are the energy of the soul. Feelings, sensations. They take place in the soul before the body. The soul is the most essential aspect of any being with a soul. You must understand what the Zohar ether is, and how it operates within you; it is within you, Mithrandir. The Zohar works based on color, heat, emotion, and desire. There are a myriad of colors you have never seen, but will one day have eyes like mine to see. Each color represents a certain expression of the soul. That expression can be projected on others to influence their souls and control them. Let me give you a simple example.”
Azathoth’s aura, which was always active, began a dark red inferno that blazed about him and spread onto the white tiles of the temple and through the floor. Mithrandir was almost afraid to let it touch him, but its violent speed to any other option off of the table. Soon, he found himself engulfed in the radiant fire. The moment it touched him, he felt pain. But it wasn’t physical; he’d gained mastery over his body enough to know the difference; it was spiritual. He felt himself… getting angry. Within seconds he was in a mindless rage that resulted in bursted attack towards Azathoth, quickly shut down by a mere swipe that sent Mithrandir flying over the cliff.
The boy returned, a bit in shock, and ready to learn the lesson.
“The Aesir are not a brash and emotional people, Mithrandir. They are rich with feeling, yes; but they possess themselves in a way few other races could ever understand due to the rich nature of their souls. The aesir’s feelings are much stronger than most souls, and passion is a double edged sword. You must learn to feel, and to possess the feeling instead of it possessing you. Each feeling offers enhanced vision, organization of your cellular biology, and even how your plants manifest themselves. The soul affects everything that you are, and everything that comes from you as a derivative of what you are. The first stage will simply be you mastering your feelings. I will infect you with feelings, and you must not allow my aura to take over yours. If you do, you are my slave. For what I have not shown you is that when your energy enters into another person, you possess them in an even more profound way than when the midichlorians do. Let us begin.”
Mithrandir was allowed no sleep during this proccess. He did not need sleep but was so used to it that it took training for his body to go without it. His regeneration at this point was so poignant that he could train 100% of the time; though mentally he wearied. Azathoth’s power was so rich, so potent, that the moment he was touched with his feelings he went wild in the sensation. It took the first year before he could be touched without immediately physically reacting. The key was that Mithrandir be able to match his energy, which he knew had been done when he could resist him. The time finally came, in the second year, that this was accomplished, and his temperament showed it. Mithrandir, in these two years, underwent a drastic change in personality. He went from being a wildly emotional child to being even more stoic than Kurotschi in many ways. He maintained his ability to emote; but was never lost in emotion.
“Good, you are finally able to match me. Now we must focus on bending and manipulation of light, its properties and how to collaborate this with your plants. Simply put, Zohar energy is the ultimate fertilizer to midichlorians and the Ibrim. Your plants will drastically increase in potency, power and intelligence when our light is fused within them. You can do this at the very moment of their conception. When they are created, also give them a light covering of some kind and watch the difference.”
Mithrandir now, when filling lands with plant life, did so while adding armor to them that gave noticeable results. His plants were granduer, stronger, faster, and alltogether more lively.
“Now, you can enable them to fire off solar blasts, radiation and even create energy constructs. This will be the most complicated task of your training. My abilities are extremely potent and simple; not easy to control, however. The radiation you must especially be careful of. Your light will have star-level radiation that could melt the fabric of a planet if you aren’t properly managing the knob. You must master the control of the heat, the range, and the intensity of the light.”
Mithrandir proceeded to train to turn his plants into true warriors on command with the ability to shoot off solar blasts and even create energy- based weapons with radiation effects etc.
The best part of Zohar was that the better he got at it, the more his reserves picked up; and quickly. It seemed his improvements were doubled when using this element, as his body responded so naturally to it. His midichlorians practically thanked him every time he absorbed light.
“Your midichlorians will reproduce the energy within you on a regular basis. This is something that is unique to your KKG. You are not only self-powered but self-growing. The combination of my energy with Illuvatar’s biology produces not only the perfect sponge/battery; but something that self-grows. You are constantly absorbing the most potent light in the most efficient manner - and from within yourself. Your midichlorians have been trained to store and reproduce the light you absorb; making it so that you gain it almost as fast as you lose it. Be careful with this as too much light absorption can cause you to lose control; but it is a good problem to have. The last thing I must teach you is light constructs and light beings. Tacheons are within Zohar energy. Their manipulation is what will enable you to do more physical things and create more physical constructs with light. Try to imagine - than create, just as you do with your plants.”
Mithrandir did as so, until he could create a world of light as easily as a world of plants; but then than begged the question -
“Why don’t I just make all my creations of light instead of plants?”
“Good question… There are things plants can do that light cannot. And the combination of both is stronger than either one of themselves. Therefore - for you I would say to combine as much as possible; but when only pure incineration is needed; the more pure light, the better.”
Azathoth’s eyes glowed white at all times, giving him an emotionless vibe at almost all times despite his almost purely emotional nature.
“Emotions are the energy of the soul. Feelings, sensations. They take place in the soul before the body. The soul is the most essential aspect of any being with a soul. You must understand what the Zohar ether is, and how it operates within you; it is within you, Mithrandir. The Zohar works based on color, heat, emotion, and desire. There are a myriad of colors you have never seen, but will one day have eyes like mine to see. Each color represents a certain expression of the soul. That expression can be projected on others to influence their souls and control them. Let me give you a simple example.”
Azathoth’s aura, which was always active, began a dark red inferno that blazed about him and spread onto the white tiles of the temple and through the floor. Mithrandir was almost afraid to let it touch him, but its violent speed to any other option off of the table. Soon, he found himself engulfed in the radiant fire. The moment it touched him, he felt pain. But it wasn’t physical; he’d gained mastery over his body enough to know the difference; it was spiritual. He felt himself… getting angry. Within seconds he was in a mindless rage that resulted in bursted attack towards Azathoth, quickly shut down by a mere swipe that sent Mithrandir flying over the cliff.
The boy returned, a bit in shock, and ready to learn the lesson.
“The Aesir are not a brash and emotional people, Mithrandir. They are rich with feeling, yes; but they possess themselves in a way few other races could ever understand due to the rich nature of their souls. The aesir’s feelings are much stronger than most souls, and passion is a double edged sword. You must learn to feel, and to possess the feeling instead of it possessing you. Each feeling offers enhanced vision, organization of your cellular biology, and even how your plants manifest themselves. The soul affects everything that you are, and everything that comes from you as a derivative of what you are. The first stage will simply be you mastering your feelings. I will infect you with feelings, and you must not allow my aura to take over yours. If you do, you are my slave. For what I have not shown you is that when your energy enters into another person, you possess them in an even more profound way than when the midichlorians do. Let us begin.”
Mithrandir was allowed no sleep during this proccess. He did not need sleep but was so used to it that it took training for his body to go without it. His regeneration at this point was so poignant that he could train 100% of the time; though mentally he wearied. Azathoth’s power was so rich, so potent, that the moment he was touched with his feelings he went wild in the sensation. It took the first year before he could be touched without immediately physically reacting. The key was that Mithrandir be able to match his energy, which he knew had been done when he could resist him. The time finally came, in the second year, that this was accomplished, and his temperament showed it. Mithrandir, in these two years, underwent a drastic change in personality. He went from being a wildly emotional child to being even more stoic than Kurotschi in many ways. He maintained his ability to emote; but was never lost in emotion.
“Good, you are finally able to match me. Now we must focus on bending and manipulation of light, its properties and how to collaborate this with your plants. Simply put, Zohar energy is the ultimate fertilizer to midichlorians and the Ibrim. Your plants will drastically increase in potency, power and intelligence when our light is fused within them. You can do this at the very moment of their conception. When they are created, also give them a light covering of some kind and watch the difference.”
Mithrandir now, when filling lands with plant life, did so while adding armor to them that gave noticeable results. His plants were granduer, stronger, faster, and alltogether more lively.
“Now, you can enable them to fire off solar blasts, radiation and even create energy constructs. This will be the most complicated task of your training. My abilities are extremely potent and simple; not easy to control, however. The radiation you must especially be careful of. Your light will have star-level radiation that could melt the fabric of a planet if you aren’t properly managing the knob. You must master the control of the heat, the range, and the intensity of the light.”
Mithrandir proceeded to train to turn his plants into true warriors on command with the ability to shoot off solar blasts and even create energy- based weapons with radiation effects etc.
The best part of Zohar was that the better he got at it, the more his reserves picked up; and quickly. It seemed his improvements were doubled when using this element, as his body responded so naturally to it. His midichlorians practically thanked him every time he absorbed light.
“Your midichlorians will reproduce the energy within you on a regular basis. This is something that is unique to your KKG. You are not only self-powered but self-growing. The combination of my energy with Illuvatar’s biology produces not only the perfect sponge/battery; but something that self-grows. You are constantly absorbing the most potent light in the most efficient manner - and from within yourself. Your midichlorians have been trained to store and reproduce the light you absorb; making it so that you gain it almost as fast as you lose it. Be careful with this as too much light absorption can cause you to lose control; but it is a good problem to have. The last thing I must teach you is light constructs and light beings. Tacheons are within Zohar energy. Their manipulation is what will enable you to do more physical things and create more physical constructs with light. Try to imagine - than create, just as you do with your plants.”
Mithrandir did as so, until he could create a world of light as easily as a world of plants; but then than begged the question -
“Why don’t I just make all my creations of light instead of plants?”
“Good question… There are things plants can do that light cannot. And the combination of both is stronger than either one of themselves. Therefore - for you I would say to combine as much as possible; but when only pure incineration is needed; the more pure light, the better.”
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Mithrandir awoke inside of a dark cave. There was nothing he could see save for the meridian aura that his body now permanently wore. His hair long and golden, his skin tan and sparklingly radiant. Colors danced across his skin, fading in and out of one color to the next. It was nearly impossible to tell what color his actual skin was as no shade seemed to stick long enough for it to be his permanent ware. Mithrandir had grown substantially in stature and in emoitional maturity. His voice was deeper, his body more muscular and vast. He had achieved the perfect body for sure, and now he had converted his tumultuous emotions into controlled nuclear weapons, ready to be fired off in the form of radiation and light at any moment. Now, he was to complete the final part of the Aeriopax Quintessance; Kybalion.
“With this last evolution you will truly come into your full capacities, and your true journey will commence. Kybalion is the most ancient and powerful art taught by your people. The Aesirians inherited the wisdom of Kybalion during the first age of their existence in Aedin. I, Apocolothoth, wrote to them on Emerald tablets, and gave it to my servant Thoth, the wise, to teach the Aesir. It later became deemed so powerful that only a select few in the priesthood were allowed to learn of it. You, Mithrandir, must act as not only King but High Priest to the Aesir; to do so you must know the secrets of the wise, and the riddles of their sayings which explain the universe the the minds of mortals.”
Mithrandir and Apocolothoth went into a different dimension at this moment. Now, like he once did with Illuvatar, they stood in the midst of space. This time, however, they seemed to have an eerie distance from all stars, planets and moons. It was as if they were somehow in a corner of space, where little else existed.
Mithrandir looked expectantly at Apocolothoth, whose face was covered with an ominous golden mask.
“There are seven laws that govern all matter, energy, and life. These principles, their secrets and the mastery of their use - is Kybalion. I taught it to the young Aesirian race. In forgetting my word did they greatly go astray, and leave themselves defenseless against the day of their twilight.
The Principle of Mentalism
The Principle of Correspondence
The Principle of Vibration
The Principle of Polarity
The Principle of Rhythm
The Principle of Cause & Effect
The Principle of Gender
You shall come to know the law, and I will put it in your heart, and you it shall become a part of you for the rest of your days.”
With those words, two large emerald tablets appeared before Mithrandir, with writing upon them in ancient Sindarin, the language of the Aesir. Without explanation, the tablets began to whisper to Mithrandir. Next, he found himself fixated on the glowing tablets until they were all that he could see, hear, and feel. Finally, the writing on the tablets began to be burned into Mithrandir skin and body, causing a level of pain he’d never felt up until this point. This continued for about five minutes until his mind succumb to the will of the Law; and his consciousness gave way.
While he remained catatonic, the three fathers of Mithrandir appeared to him in one final dream.
Azathoth, Illuvatar, and Apocolothoth.
“We shall be with you forever, my son. We leave with you the legacy and the true revelation of Aedin, which is to be spread throughout the nine realms by the Aesir, and by their sovereign. May you reign forever, Mithrandir; may you have rule over the heavens, the earth, and all that is in-between. May your light shine forever, your gardens continue to bloom into everlasting, and may your mind ascend to the heights of every plane you enter into.
You, Mithrandir, are the salvation of the Aesir.
Your body, is the Tree of Life.
Your soul, is the Morning Star.
Your mind, is the Kybalion.
May you lead the Aesir and all the nine realms into the Eververse; may you become one with them, as we have become one with another and one with you.”
And with that, all three beings fused inside of Mithrandir. They in him, and he in them; one.
“With this last evolution you will truly come into your full capacities, and your true journey will commence. Kybalion is the most ancient and powerful art taught by your people. The Aesirians inherited the wisdom of Kybalion during the first age of their existence in Aedin. I, Apocolothoth, wrote to them on Emerald tablets, and gave it to my servant Thoth, the wise, to teach the Aesir. It later became deemed so powerful that only a select few in the priesthood were allowed to learn of it. You, Mithrandir, must act as not only King but High Priest to the Aesir; to do so you must know the secrets of the wise, and the riddles of their sayings which explain the universe the the minds of mortals.”
Mithrandir and Apocolothoth went into a different dimension at this moment. Now, like he once did with Illuvatar, they stood in the midst of space. This time, however, they seemed to have an eerie distance from all stars, planets and moons. It was as if they were somehow in a corner of space, where little else existed.
Mithrandir looked expectantly at Apocolothoth, whose face was covered with an ominous golden mask.
“There are seven laws that govern all matter, energy, and life. These principles, their secrets and the mastery of their use - is Kybalion. I taught it to the young Aesirian race. In forgetting my word did they greatly go astray, and leave themselves defenseless against the day of their twilight.
The Principle of Mentalism
The Principle of Correspondence
The Principle of Vibration
The Principle of Polarity
The Principle of Rhythm
The Principle of Cause & Effect
The Principle of Gender
You shall come to know the law, and I will put it in your heart, and you it shall become a part of you for the rest of your days.”
With those words, two large emerald tablets appeared before Mithrandir, with writing upon them in ancient Sindarin, the language of the Aesir. Without explanation, the tablets began to whisper to Mithrandir. Next, he found himself fixated on the glowing tablets until they were all that he could see, hear, and feel. Finally, the writing on the tablets began to be burned into Mithrandir skin and body, causing a level of pain he’d never felt up until this point. This continued for about five minutes until his mind succumb to the will of the Law; and his consciousness gave way.
While he remained catatonic, the three fathers of Mithrandir appeared to him in one final dream.
Azathoth, Illuvatar, and Apocolothoth.
“We shall be with you forever, my son. We leave with you the legacy and the true revelation of Aedin, which is to be spread throughout the nine realms by the Aesir, and by their sovereign. May you reign forever, Mithrandir; may you have rule over the heavens, the earth, and all that is in-between. May your light shine forever, your gardens continue to bloom into everlasting, and may your mind ascend to the heights of every plane you enter into.
You, Mithrandir, are the salvation of the Aesir.
Your body, is the Tree of Life.
Your soul, is the Morning Star.
Your mind, is the Kybalion.
May you lead the Aesir and all the nine realms into the Eververse; may you become one with them, as we have become one with another and one with you.”
And with that, all three beings fused inside of Mithrandir. They in him, and he in them; one.
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