One of the gifts of the Goddess is communication. A tool for the unity of people, for cooperation and harmony. Each syllable was music to the Goddess’s ear, she loved her people and the language. However, it was also a curse, the root of division and misunderstanding. She felt the need to separate her children from the divine and the kind of her brother.
The divine language, Elysdionn. A status, a wall. This was the reason Reginn could not connect, or speak with others but the Goddess and his siblings. They were all unique, the children of the Goddess. Each was an experiment to perfect, to measure.
The demonic language, Kalgansdionn. An imitation created by the God of Satana, a foul tongue. However, even Reginn had to admit that their kingdom was more unified under a single language, the God living amongst his people. Rather than a poor man’s Elysdionn, it was an improvement in many aspects.
Finally, the Ansdionn. The language of the men, the creatures of the soil. This was one preferred by most organic creatures, though most magical creatures spoke in Kalgansdionn. This was another divide caused by language, dehumanizing the other. Talking behind backs, and within closed borders.
In the year 225 after the descent of the divine, the hero Avalon created the first information-type spell to commemorate the creation of the demon kingdom Ssalgram. The 10th eon was the most peaceful era, and the information type spells revolutionized communication and the definition of the other. The first true method to share unadulterated information.
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Elyndias (pronoun): The Goddess of the humans, Alsland, prosperity, harvest, wealth, child-birth and life.
Kaldias (pronoun): The God of demons and other mana-based lifeforms. The God of Satana, harmony, rebirth, unity, community, education and fire.
Alsland (pronoun): The country of men. Located in the middle-east of the Western continent. Known for its tall mountains and many rivers fertilizing the land. North to Satana.
Satana (pronoun): The country of demons. Located on the north-most edge of the southern continent. Known for its volcanic landscapes and unending deserts. South to Alsland.
Eon (noun): Era
Jin (noun): Hero
Kaljin: Demon Lord
Kens (verb): To kill or hunt
Ens (verb): To harvest or farm
Fleu (noun): Flower
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“I… What are you showing me?” asked the explorer.
“This is an emergency, and you shall confine everything from the point you noticed me to when I leave you to yourself. Understand, human?” spoke Reginn in the divine tongue.
“I-I can understand you now! But what is this language… I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Now, do you know in which direction Alsland lies?”
“Alsland… I’ve never heard of such a nation.”
“Hm? You are a human, are you not?”
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“I am… You said that the Goddess was worshipped there, right? I can’t think of any other country in the world that worships her except the country you’re in right now -- Avangarden”
“Avangarden?”
“Yeah, Avangarden. I’ve lived here my whole life and I sometimes go to the church too. Though there could be another Goddess around the world… ‘prosperity, harvest, wealth, child-birth and life’ sounds a lot like the Goddess of Avangarden”
Reginn rested his hand on his roughly shaven chin, pondering the predicament. She who seemed like an explorer in foreign clothes did not know where Alsland was. Furthermore, she owned a strange white prism containing a thousand spells.
Avangarden…
The Goddess of Avangarden…
Perhaps:
“Human, do you know when the Goddess descended from the heavens?”
“Hm? Oh, you mean what year is it? It’s 2457. AD, if you want to be specific”
2457 years…
2450 years had passed.
2450 years of nonexistence.
2450 years of slumber.
Reginn’s mind flashed with the thoughts of his brothers and sister. As the oldest amongst them, it was only natural to worry. The divine construct was much more fragile than he once thought after all.
After 2455 years, he was resurrected by someone -- or something.
His resurrection was but a step in a grandplan, though he could think not anyone who could resurrect him. But then again, more than two thousand years later, the Goddess and her children gained greater proficiency in magic.
Even then, this was a spell to transport a dead soul travelling through the Lesser Imaginary Space 2455 years into the future without damaging their soul even a bit.
“...Human, do you know where the nearest temple is?”
“Temple? Hm… Those are hard to find these days. I could show you to a church though”
“Then lead the way”
The girl packed her mushrooms, herbs and other magical ingredients into her backpack and readied to head back to the city. She put on a hat and readjusted her glasses.
“...My name is Sivrit by the way, could I ask who you are?”
“I’ve already told you. My name is Reginn”
“I mean like, who are you?” Sivrit pressed further, curious.
She had just witnessed ⌈Sixth Path Conversion⌋ being cast in a way the explorer never imagined before. The swirl of energy, the concentration of mana and the amount of information provided. Combined with his strange clothes -- if you could call those rags clothes -- and mannerisms, all were signs of something greater than a human.
“...The son of the Goddess, the second hero. I am Reginn, the child of blood”
“Hm… I feel like I’ve heard of you before-”
Suddenly, a group of mountain wolves appeared in front of the pair, surprising Sivrit. She knew going to the mountains was dangerous, but she never expected to run into predators as they usually left humans alone. Perhaps they were attracted by the smell of blood still feint on Reginn.
The hero saw the hostile movements of their mana beforehand but knew that no further actions were required. He never expected them to ignore his aura like this, these specimens that look vastly more fragile than the ones he was used to. However, foolishness must never be mistaken for bravery, and Reginn prepared to teach the denizens of the Goddess the consequences of contempting the natural order.
“I suppose it’s about time to reclaim my title!”