This isn't canon.
Okay now that that's established, I'll explain. This isn't canon. (Just making sure you know.) Most of the small details are, but the overwhelming story arch is not. The purpose of this, besides being fun, is to "observe" past events and such. But even those may not be entirely accurate... So yeah, non canon, have fun.
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Chapter I: Above the Beginning
It was the first peaceful night on Ascalon in some time. No clouds of smoke marred the horizon, and no war trumpets broke into the bird’s evening song. Under the soft glow of the rising moon and the twinkling stars, Westerners could sleep peacefully and dream of a perfect world far away.
Most of them, at least. In a village in northwestern Ascalon, a celebration occurred. A tall bonfire roared, flames burning through the night, as the villagers laughed and danced and sang by it’s light. There was music and enough food to feed half of Loka, all of it with a sweet aroma that made the observing Guardian long to reveal herself and ask for a bite.
Jedoi had been watching the settlement of Zorros grow for the past few years, from the moment they settled there to the declaration of their leader. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed their town so much, but the small western village was often a nice break from the hustle and bustle of a big city like Auru. Seeing the innocence of young Lokans reminded her of old times, when she herself was just a child, witnessing Freyjia’s Prophecy of the Young.
“The young are so often underestimated.” The goddess had said. “Perhaps one day it will be a young one to save all of Loka.”
Her words had stuck with Jedoi for the rest of her life. At the time, she had known it would be her to save Loka, but a young woman named Sam had turned out to be the hero. Yet now, when she was far older than most, she liked to pick out the young Slicers who she saw potential in. Every hero had once been a child, and Jedoi loved to watch children grow and become heroes.
She sighed and smiled down at Zorros. She had harnessed the power of the Guardians to step into another realm, one behind the existence of the Slicer’s world, just beyond what they could see. Here, one could observe but not interfere, see without being seen, hide in plain sight. She had wove the threads of existence around herself to move her body to the highest branch on the tallest tree, where she watched the fire blaze.
Finally, it dimmed and died out as the citizens retired, preparing for a new day. Jedoi pulled herself back to Aladra, returning to visibility, where she strode to the town portal to return to Auru. The beautiful Kalrosian city that she called home was always busy, even in the dead of night. Night fishers sailed on the lake, the Spire Guards stood at attention, giving her a nod of respect as their High Queen walked past. Jedoi climbed the south staircase and entered her manor where she found her husband and youngest son waiting in the entrance.
“Muummm!” The child cried and hugged her. Jedoi glanced down at her timepiece.
“What are you doing up so late?” She playfully scolded, revealing a smile.
“He wouldn’t go to sleep until you got home.” Tee explained, glancing down at him. Jedoi smiled.
“Well, I'm home now, so you can go to bed.” She said, picking him up.
“But I wanna hear about where you went.” He whined, resting his head on her shoulder.
“I'll tell you in the morning, Thani.” She whispered, attempting to open the door to his room with her foot. Tee followed her and held it open for her. “Thanks, dear.” She said, leaning to kiss his cheek.
“Ewwwwwww.” Thani whined, wiggling in Jed’s arms. She laughed and passed the squirming toddler to her husband, who hugged him and laid him in his bed. Jed kissed his forehead before turning to the stairs to her room.
“Goodnight Thani.” She cooed, leaving the young boy to sleep.
Children were the greatest gift anyone could ask for, especially on a world like this. The bright, loving, innocent eyes of a child tore through the thick curtain of war and conflict, revealing nothing but compassion and purity. To have a child was to have a piece of your heart live outside your body, to be constantly thinking and worrying about them, even though they'd been granted immortality. Her sons were two of the greatest things that had ever happened to Jedoi, and she was determined to be the best mother she could to them. Regret stung her, and she coiled away from the thought. If only she had been better to-
“Are you alright?” Tee asked beside her. Sorrowfully, she glanced his way.
“I'm thinking about… About him again.” She admitted. She sat in the middle of the staircase and hugged her knees. “He doesn't even know about me.”
As always, he was at her side in an instant. “He knew about you. You were there for him growing up. You were his teacher.”
“But he didn't know who I was to him. I should have been more than that.”
Wordlessly, he took her hand. His hands were cold, but Jed had always preferred the cold. It was part of what made Kalros so perfect for her. He wrapped his other arm around her and she leaned into him, tears leaving spots on his soft black and blue tunic.
“I'm sorry.” She whispered after a few moments. She released him and stood up. “I think I need to go for a walk.” He nodded and watched her vanish into midair.
~
Often, she found herself here. She wasn't sure why, but every question, every longing brought her to this place. The cave in Aladra, where every Lokan had found their start. Perhaps, she thought, it was because this is where her life on this world began. Perhaps if she could go one way, she could go the other. Perhaps she could change how her life was written.
If only there was a way to see the future. If only there was a way to change the past. Changing the future sounded great, too. Or see the past. Why, Jedoi thought, can’t we control time?
As if by some divine prompt, a noise echoed ominously through the cave. A sound like a machine whirring to life filled her empty ears. Her head snapped up, to the source, where she watched pale yellow lights dance over the ceiling. She stood on some sort of destroyed tower… And it had a roof.
She harnessed her power and moved to the top. Below her was the platform where she had stood moments ago; to two sides just views of water at the bottom of the cave. To one side, a mass collection of stones floating mysteriously, (a phenomenon she studied at large, only to fail and call it a magic malfunction) and to the other, a short tunnel made entirely from stone.
It was almost exactly her height, and at the end, the entire wall glowed, swirls of color formed living pictures of famous events through Loka’s history. Jedoi saw the Battle of the Spire, the discovery of the Obelisk. She saw Preksak, Freyjia, Cryptite, and Preksak again. She took a few steps back in disbelief before freezing at the image before her:
It was a face she hadn't seen in countless years. Although younger, he still had the same determination and pride he had always had in his eyes. It was Artagan, training with a sword in a field she could only guess was in Central. She walked towards it, hands shaking as she tentatively placed a hand on the image-
Everything went dark. The machine sound vanished. A feeling like lightning flowed through her arm and all throughout her body. She staggered backwards, blinking the darkness away. Even before she could see, the sounds of slaughter filled her ears. She was in a battle, and the design of the city around her could only mean one thing..
She was in the middle of the War of the Third Age.
Okay now that that's established, I'll explain. This isn't canon. (Just making sure you know.) Most of the small details are, but the overwhelming story arch is not. The purpose of this, besides being fun, is to "observe" past events and such. But even those may not be entirely accurate... So yeah, non canon, have fun.
~
Chapter I: Above the Beginning
It was the first peaceful night on Ascalon in some time. No clouds of smoke marred the horizon, and no war trumpets broke into the bird’s evening song. Under the soft glow of the rising moon and the twinkling stars, Westerners could sleep peacefully and dream of a perfect world far away.
Most of them, at least. In a village in northwestern Ascalon, a celebration occurred. A tall bonfire roared, flames burning through the night, as the villagers laughed and danced and sang by it’s light. There was music and enough food to feed half of Loka, all of it with a sweet aroma that made the observing Guardian long to reveal herself and ask for a bite.
Jedoi had been watching the settlement of Zorros grow for the past few years, from the moment they settled there to the declaration of their leader. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed their town so much, but the small western village was often a nice break from the hustle and bustle of a big city like Auru. Seeing the innocence of young Lokans reminded her of old times, when she herself was just a child, witnessing Freyjia’s Prophecy of the Young.
“The young are so often underestimated.” The goddess had said. “Perhaps one day it will be a young one to save all of Loka.”
Her words had stuck with Jedoi for the rest of her life. At the time, she had known it would be her to save Loka, but a young woman named Sam had turned out to be the hero. Yet now, when she was far older than most, she liked to pick out the young Slicers who she saw potential in. Every hero had once been a child, and Jedoi loved to watch children grow and become heroes.
She sighed and smiled down at Zorros. She had harnessed the power of the Guardians to step into another realm, one behind the existence of the Slicer’s world, just beyond what they could see. Here, one could observe but not interfere, see without being seen, hide in plain sight. She had wove the threads of existence around herself to move her body to the highest branch on the tallest tree, where she watched the fire blaze.
Finally, it dimmed and died out as the citizens retired, preparing for a new day. Jedoi pulled herself back to Aladra, returning to visibility, where she strode to the town portal to return to Auru. The beautiful Kalrosian city that she called home was always busy, even in the dead of night. Night fishers sailed on the lake, the Spire Guards stood at attention, giving her a nod of respect as their High Queen walked past. Jedoi climbed the south staircase and entered her manor where she found her husband and youngest son waiting in the entrance.
“Muummm!” The child cried and hugged her. Jedoi glanced down at her timepiece.
“What are you doing up so late?” She playfully scolded, revealing a smile.
“He wouldn’t go to sleep until you got home.” Tee explained, glancing down at him. Jedoi smiled.
“Well, I'm home now, so you can go to bed.” She said, picking him up.
“But I wanna hear about where you went.” He whined, resting his head on her shoulder.
“I'll tell you in the morning, Thani.” She whispered, attempting to open the door to his room with her foot. Tee followed her and held it open for her. “Thanks, dear.” She said, leaning to kiss his cheek.
“Ewwwwwww.” Thani whined, wiggling in Jed’s arms. She laughed and passed the squirming toddler to her husband, who hugged him and laid him in his bed. Jed kissed his forehead before turning to the stairs to her room.
“Goodnight Thani.” She cooed, leaving the young boy to sleep.
Children were the greatest gift anyone could ask for, especially on a world like this. The bright, loving, innocent eyes of a child tore through the thick curtain of war and conflict, revealing nothing but compassion and purity. To have a child was to have a piece of your heart live outside your body, to be constantly thinking and worrying about them, even though they'd been granted immortality. Her sons were two of the greatest things that had ever happened to Jedoi, and she was determined to be the best mother she could to them. Regret stung her, and she coiled away from the thought. If only she had been better to-
“Are you alright?” Tee asked beside her. Sorrowfully, she glanced his way.
“I'm thinking about… About him again.” She admitted. She sat in the middle of the staircase and hugged her knees. “He doesn't even know about me.”
As always, he was at her side in an instant. “He knew about you. You were there for him growing up. You were his teacher.”
“But he didn't know who I was to him. I should have been more than that.”
Wordlessly, he took her hand. His hands were cold, but Jed had always preferred the cold. It was part of what made Kalros so perfect for her. He wrapped his other arm around her and she leaned into him, tears leaving spots on his soft black and blue tunic.
“I'm sorry.” She whispered after a few moments. She released him and stood up. “I think I need to go for a walk.” He nodded and watched her vanish into midair.
~
Often, she found herself here. She wasn't sure why, but every question, every longing brought her to this place. The cave in Aladra, where every Lokan had found their start. Perhaps, she thought, it was because this is where her life on this world began. Perhaps if she could go one way, she could go the other. Perhaps she could change how her life was written.
If only there was a way to see the future. If only there was a way to change the past. Changing the future sounded great, too. Or see the past. Why, Jedoi thought, can’t we control time?
As if by some divine prompt, a noise echoed ominously through the cave. A sound like a machine whirring to life filled her empty ears. Her head snapped up, to the source, where she watched pale yellow lights dance over the ceiling. She stood on some sort of destroyed tower… And it had a roof.
She harnessed her power and moved to the top. Below her was the platform where she had stood moments ago; to two sides just views of water at the bottom of the cave. To one side, a mass collection of stones floating mysteriously, (a phenomenon she studied at large, only to fail and call it a magic malfunction) and to the other, a short tunnel made entirely from stone.
It was almost exactly her height, and at the end, the entire wall glowed, swirls of color formed living pictures of famous events through Loka’s history. Jedoi saw the Battle of the Spire, the discovery of the Obelisk. She saw Preksak, Freyjia, Cryptite, and Preksak again. She took a few steps back in disbelief before freezing at the image before her:
It was a face she hadn't seen in countless years. Although younger, he still had the same determination and pride he had always had in his eyes. It was Artagan, training with a sword in a field she could only guess was in Central. She walked towards it, hands shaking as she tentatively placed a hand on the image-
Everything went dark. The machine sound vanished. A feeling like lightning flowed through her arm and all throughout her body. She staggered backwards, blinking the darkness away. Even before she could see, the sounds of slaughter filled her ears. She was in a battle, and the design of the city around her could only mean one thing..
She was in the middle of the War of the Third Age.
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