"Wrong there Dexter, Felix... For fragments like you I have no more functions." said Valanthia "But you had an important role... this is my greeting to all of you. And well if you want answers, it's more comfortably to throw your question while enjoying a good banquet no?" He smiled in a way that would had make everyone comfortable if it weren't due to the context. "So as I said, feel free to express your doubts... also feel free to eat, I promise you that it isn't poisoned or nothing like that... see? the spawns are eating..." said while patting Mytahlia's head as she were to be a little kid.... as a consequence her face turned red inmediatly. "But if you don't want to eat is fine for you...."
"Hey I'm always important. Fragment or not I still look better then you." Dexter stated smiling. He looked over at Mythalia. "Hey I'll show you something that will make you blush!" He shouted across the table. (Dexter stop. You do know they can kill you) "Better to die then listen to this guy, go on and on about fragments, food and spawns. He's like a broken record." He stated pointing at Valanthia. Dexter remembered something that seemed to get under Valanthia's skin. "Hey these spawns of yours are kinda like rats and your the rat trainer right?" He said laughing
The Unreal one. This is a tale of old times... even more ancients than your usual ones.... as olds that you can't even begin to picture them. It was born in nothingness, surrounded by nothingness, being just a poor shape on that moment. It naturally begun to grow.... in a suprisingly quick pace... it grow and grow... taking too many shapes in the process... yet in real no one belonged to it... for a real shape it doesn't have.... for a real shape doesn't have what's required to contain it. Several worlds were created inside of it... being it... some directly connected... other not. The quantity of worlds... realms.... existences that it contained were too many, to the point that a calc was impossible. Naturally its existence had an infinity of posibilities... and all packed together.. coexisting against the logic... destroying the physics... violating the laws. For that was its power... to create the imposibility. As one could normally think... it developed a personality.... no, multiple personalities all under its control. Sometimes it desired power... yet it calmed down once it realized that it already had it.... Sometimes it desired peace... yet it calmed down once it realized that it already had it. A very whimsical existence this was. But then it happened.... The existence without worries developed one.... It met those that was outside of its existence... As it always considered its existence to be the only one, the truth awoke curiosity on it.... A threat that it normally didn't had. A part of it wanted to took control of those that was outside of its existence... as for it, this wasn't normal... because it grow being all. But another part discarded that thought... as those that wasn't on its existence didn't represent a threat... it wasn't a danger. As a result it calmed down.. However its curiosity didn't wave and it continued to investigate it.... and to its horror it realized the truth. "It" who was it all, never worried about its will, as it considered it to be the only one. Yet those that was outside of its existence... had a complete control over its will. Removing the illusion of a free will from it. It got angry.... it couldn't accept that its free will was a lie. And then... it took a desicion. To took those outside of its existence... and carve it on its own... gaining the concept of a true free will. It's name was something that only itself was able to pronounce and comprehend.... No one else was able to... Yet mortals that entered into contact with it give a name to it on an ancient tongue. The name given to it was a reference to its capacity to exists into imposiblities... to create imposibilities... to be an imposibility that was possible. "Tahlia" being the word that represented what was real for the mortals. "A" being the word that represented the complete opposite of the other word. So it was called "Atahlia"... meaning the one who isn't real... meaning the Unreal one.... Because for mortals, the imposiblities themselves weren't real at all.
Jaharra gritted her teeth at the sight of the food, but she wasn't about to eat anything with her body in this state. Walking over to a chair, she set Nadeem gingerly on it in a sitting position. Then, she stumbled over to a corner of the room and sat down with her back to the wall, panting. "Tch, cruel joke Val." she said dryly, drawing her blade and heating it in the fireplace. Her other hand was holding her stomach -or what remained of it- together. Gerad's spear had done a number on her body. "Stupid clothes.." she muttered, ripping her shirt and revealing a stretch of metal plating and scars on the lower half of her torso -the upper half covered by her body armor. Though she didn't appear to have muscles, she moved with the controlled grace of someone very powerful -especially considering how heavy her swords could get at full size. She gritted her teeth and looked over at the blade heating in the flames. Pain was making her dizzy now, and her eyes were glazed over. She was dangerously close to passing out.
"What are you eating Dexter?" asked Valanthia Suddenly the fork that he had on his hand was covered by a rotten, dirty substance... horrible piece of meat, it only smell was enough to make people to vomit. Then at the same time blood flowed from the mouth of Dexter.. "Isn't that on your fork that rotten tongue of yours???.... that filthy organ that had thrown insolences into this room???"
Dexter was shocked. (No) His face was panicked but for all the pain he was in. He still managed a smile. "Oock uch ihhy food." He slurred out. In proper speak it would have been ("You cook such shitty food") With that Dexter fell face first into the table due to shock. But as soon as he fell he got back up. Dexter looked at Valanthia and pointed at his mouth. His face was calmer now and he himself more reserved. His face held no sign of pain. It was clear who was in control of the body now.
Geo's stood in front of the table after hearing what Valantia had to say he was left with nothing. Sighing out in disappointed to find himself exactly where he started out with nothing. Finally he walks up to the table and takes a seat and starts to pick through the fest filling his plate and filling his cup with wine after all how many chances can one get to dine with a god. "Well since there is no other options why not?" he shrugs to himself before starting to eat. " But as you said before this is also a time to converse and learn a little, as I do have some questions. First off what is the history between the dragon who got us through to the island have with your spawns? and after hearing so much nice things from her children I would like to know more about Atahlia" he asks softly.
" But as you said before this is also a time to converse and learn a little, as I do have some questions. First off what is the history between the dragon who got us through to the island have with your spawns? and after hearing so much nice things from her children I would like to know more about Atahlia" "Geos.. before answering all that, I wanna know how much do you think you know.... Tell me.... Oh! of course I can read minds... but that doesn't stop me to enjoy a dialogue... So tell me.... Who or what do you think you are?"
smirks to himself softly before answering " I only know what I have been told and my own assumptions which can be either right or wrong" He takes a sip of wine " in my travels to get here i have heard about Atahlia mother of your spawns and how her words are rule perhaps she is the true creator of are worlds..? I have had some inclinations of things but they are only that things that I do not understand yet. Tell me what of Valanthia wish?"
"Let me start answering the first question. The dragon" He took a sip of his wine and then he said. "In real that dragon wasn't supposed to be shown, it was just a play of Mytahlia to humilliate certain person.... She belongs to another world... another realm, different from this one. Inside that realm the spawns and I faced several problems... So at the end... I let them "win"... they never guessed though that it was on purpose... First part of my project. A few time after that... their realm was completely erased... they were all removed from existence with the exception of two souls. The first one being Gerad D. Poe, who had the skill to travel between different universes... The second one being Namila, whose existence was caught by Mytahlia, who just wished to humiliate her, then she turned Namila into a dragon and forced her to carry them against her will" He took another sip "Valanthia's wish was to return the world to how it once was.... And well I fulfilled it of course, that was the deal no?. Still as a payment he was removed from existence... and I decided to use his empty shell to maniphest myself..." "Atahlia... now this is were things get interesting. The mother of spawns... it's not a she but an it... and now more likely would be a he. Indeed I am Atahlia, yet that's not my true name... is the name that fragments can understand, for my real name is uncomprehensible..." "The difference between fragmetns and spawns.... Fragments are part of my existence... you could say that in some way they are my <cells>. Yet fragments can be born of any method... still with that you're all part of me. Spawns are an special kind of fragments.... my direct children. While a fragment can be created by anyone, Spawns are directly created by me, they receive my bless and serve me... we're kinda like a family hehehe". Hisfariel interrupted... "Indeed Valanthia no longer exists, and what you have here is our dear mother" Then Valanthia.... no,... Atahlia looked at its own body and then it laughed "Hahahahahahah, though you could call me father now."
"That's better." Felix stated moving around his regenerated tongue. It had taken sometime to heal it. But Felix had managed it "Sorry about Dexter's behavior. He tends to be rude at gatherings of large people. "So you have met other people in different realms that is indeed interesting. I also find it a bit ruthless you would erase every life in that realm." (They must have been a bunch weaklings to lose to you) "Silence Dexter." Felix snorted out. "I have a question Athalia. Why are you here?" Felix asked his voice polite.
"I said erased... but indeed the real term would be to reincorporate them... as I said fragments are all part of me. With just a bit of effort I can force them to be into my existence... they no longer exist in the strict term. But what their concept was resides inside of me." "Now why am I here?.... that's a wrong question... there shouldn't be problem for that... I am all after all, I can be whenever I want to......besides one place.... I wish to reach that place.. for what I've been working on several projects... the first one called the Judgement Project, on that project I tested how much resistant that place was... but lost the body that served me to maniphest on the process. Thus I begin with the Scion's project... its purpose was to find me the adequate body to maniphest... And now it came the new project.... The Cocoon of Dreams" He then made appear from nothing a glass of milk and chocolate.... "The milk is the Root... the chocolate is Valanthia. Both are different substances... however..." He put the chocolate into the milk and then shake it... "Here we have a chocolate milk.... it's no longer milk.... it's no longer chocolate... neither can return to be any of those.. It's a complete new existence... This is Atahlia"
Felix looked puzzled "Cocoon of Dreams? Care to elaborate?" He asked. It was obvious from the look on Felix's face he didn't like Athalia very much. But he had far more self control then Dexter. Well self control and brains.
Geo's shocked at what just heard he takes of takes a sip of whine that dream is what bounced back at him was it the people that valathia talked about was it what they thought they have won. Atahlia sits before him the god of everything in existence the thing that created this universe, slowly takes a another sip of wine then places the glass back on the table. Geo's then motions to Felix for a cig.
"Geos, this is because I'm an abstract existence.... thus I'm not allowed to maniphest myself besides the fragmets... you could say that fragments are my real form in such a way..... But that doesn't stop me to generate a vessel......" He smiled.. "Looking for the Root to reconstruct the world or create a new one??? Do you now realize that it was all just a project to find an adequate body?... Why do you all get powers out of nothing??? this was because the spawns were raising the adequate body... that body would be the winner of the race.... The one with the biggest strenght and determination. The adequate body." "Tell me Geos, had you ever watched a movie or read a book?"
Felix nodded and reached for left pocket. (Right) Felix grunted and fished out a packed of cigarettes. "I'll never understand the appeal of these things. Dexter has already ruined a portion of his body puffing these things. If not for me his body would still be carrying that black soot on his lungs. With that Felix flicked a cigarette Geo's way.
Geo's cacthes it and places it on his lips as he pulls out his lighter " "its Been a while since I last smoked, everyone has there reasons for smoking I dont do it often just when I need to relax." replys back to valanthia" I have but I have learned that things are always black and white as it is in a story I had my reasons for fighting with Valathia as I would've if I needed to fight him to take that wish from him. Like in the story this seems like the end the root is gone and are god stands before us. Tell me what purpose can we have now?"
Atahlia smiled and said... "You could either live without hopes.... you could aid me in my dream... you could very well oppose me and cease to exists..." He stood up violently... "I'm the bringer of imposibilities.... but I'm unnable to reach one.... It tortures deep inside me... as it restrict my will... forcing me and all of you into the illusion of free will!!!"
"I vote for living without hopes!" Dexter's voice blurted out. Felix quickly coughed him back down. "Excuse me he slips out sometimes." Felix stated. He stood up and looked over at Athalia. "What is this dream of yours?" He asked. (Bastard I wish I could give Atalia, Valatia or whatever his name is, a piece of my fist)
Concept of Fiction "To relate my dream you must first comprehend something..." "Have you ever read a book or watch a movie?.... despise all the different stories, they all have something in common." "They're not real.... they're just fiction.... Even those who relate real events are now just fiction mimicking the reality, for the event won't appear into reality once it get narrated" "They have another thing in common..... a complete lack of free will. Despite what the characters could believe... they only exists while being wrote, while being read, while being thought on... in any other situation they cease to exists.... and it depends on the will of the author what they do.... free will is a lie" "And I Atahlia wish to gain that free will!!!. Do you get it now?.... I'm a fictional being... I'm not real at all. My existence is fake at all....." "Oh but I'm different... because..." "I'm the very concept of fiction itself" "That makes you think on something no?" A sad smile showed on its face, then it continued "You're all beings of fictions, with no free will, living on a fake reality, what is this? A song? a movie? a book perhaps?? Reality isn't it though... that for sure" "Being the fiction itself... all fictions are contained on me... different worlds... different realms... different stories... all those is me" He then crushed his hand.. "IT WAS ALL OK, UNTIL I FOUND IT!!!! MY EXISTENCE WHO SUPPOSEDLY WAS TO BE FREE WAS LIVING A LIE...." "Reality... that's what fiction isn't it.... I'm not real... you're not real, you're just an story... I just contain all the stories...." "SO WHAT IS REALITY!!!!!????? I WISH TO KNOW IT!!! I WISH TO GOVERN IT... BECAUSE REALITY STOLE OUR FREE WILL. BEING JUST CHARACTERS OF A FICTIONAL WORLD IT DEPENDS ON THE REALITY BEINGS TO DECIDE OUR FATE.... THAT'S NOT FAIR... I WISH THE FREE WILL" He then calmed down and continued "But this project Cocoon of dreams will help me understand all what reality is... I based it using the mimics of reality that exists inside of fiction, inside of me." "And once I reach reality...." "I'll crush the reality beigns..." "I'll melt with reality.." "I'll stop being just a character..." "I... and not only I, but all of the fragments of fiction... all the fictional beings will gain the true concept of free will!!!!!" He smiled and said... "Isn't it shocking??? that feeling you're having is the same I had when I found it an unquantificable quantity of ages ago!!!!"
Jaharra stood up wearily, swiping her sword back into her wrist after having fixed her own little problem. An angry red "x" now stood out on her stomach where she had burned her flesh back together. "I think it just depends on your concept of reality. We all have fates, stories, and lives. Though i think some may wish to believe that they can control their life, it is indeed the opposite. I, however, do not care for such things -though i may want some part so my past to have been different. But doesn't everyone wish the same?" she said lowly, a pained look coming to her face for a second before she hid it behind a mask of normalcy. Koth had died when she was a young girl -murdered for no reason. That was how she had been set on the path of a bounty hunter. "Control yourself -that is all we are expected to do. Do less, and we are animals." she muttered the creed under her breath. Taking a seat, she avoided eating or drinking anything. Taking from Dexter's example and her own life, she suspected a good number of things to happen should she try eating. For example: the wine might turn to blood when she might attempt to drink it, thus she stayed her hand. "Look, Athalia," she said calmly, "The world is supposedly back to normal again -but i am confused. Did you simply reverse time or just... re-create everything as it was?"
"As I supposed... you're unnable to really comprehend this.............. So perhaps I gotta show you how fake your free will is.." "Tell me, do you know who is the real culprit of Koth's dead??"
Felix looked at Athalia with a awe inspired look on his face. "Are you saying were fictional creations?" He said his voice losing its calmness.
"More than that... I can even prove how fake your existence is... fictional fragment of the fiction itself.." said to Felix. He then raised a hand and a very big book appeared... perhaps a compendium could it be called.... The title of the book said "Felix, Spirit of Scion" He then threw the book to Felix and said.... "Open it read it... every single detail of your existence is there.. acts.. thoughts... feelings... all about you is recorded into a book. That book of course is fiction too.... making you a fiction inside the fiction..." An smile showed on hsi face "And of course you can blame any hardship in your life to the writer of that book... after all the writer decided your fate"
Felix examined the book for a minute "Incredible!" He said with surprise I- "Your fucking telling me I'm a cartoon character." Dexter shot out, As he regained control of his body. (How did you do that?) "I know my body better then you." He replied.
