It was unclear how long the dancing lights and waves of force continued. I couldn't feel the rest of my dungeon when everything began to fade. I couldn't even remember why I started this whole thing either. What was the point to creating Elementals out of such patterns? Some memories returned and I sighed at my promise to the War Queen. She had really wanted me to make this human something more akin to her. Looking over at the pool, the heart was wide open and an armored figure knelt in the, once again, clear water.
"Mother," A deep voice echoed, "What is your command, Mother?" It stood up showing off it's silver-ish full plate and extra pair of arms. If I wasn't too picky he would be ant like just standing up, and the helm looked like an ants pincers...so from a distance it would look right. I released my focus and found it hard to pull my Will apart. A second of panic caught me before it slowly started to spread throughout the dungeon again.
"Follow the lights to your Queen. You will follow her commands." I spoke to the silver creature. The patterns were still settling down, but he looked a lot like my other children. Though his element seemed to be of earth. Much like Pyra with her fire or Yana with his dark, after his transformation into a dragon. It was likely it would expressed over time, and I was a bit excited to see how it would change that silvery form.
It also got me thinking about the other three elements. Should I make a child for each element? It was an odd thought, one that almost felt like an echo of those, now gone, instincts. It would make sense from my sense of balance, and would fit the story that I have focused on for my dungeon. Yet, each that I had made so far had left me, and caused such chaos in the world beyond. While I was happy to see them happy, it just reminded me of that fact that I couldn't leave to do the same.
The dungeon was truly home, but I still felt the urge to walk beyond it and enjoy the sun and stars. Or the split void full of lights that was now my sky. I was distracted with these musings that I forgot to light the wisps to guide my new son to his destination. Like his element he was a patient sort, and just waited until the lights began to dance. Then, his heavy steps rhythmically marched along the lit path. There was certainly a kind of weight to his presence as he walked through the hallways, and some of the rougher rock seemed to smooth as he passed it.
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He didn't know his name but that meant little in this moment. His Mother had given him life and a purpose. Even if that purpose was to travel the wonderous tunnels of her house. To move was an expression of life just as to wait was an expression of death. Each step he took was a note in the music he created in his movement, and he took pleasure in the pattern of metal striking stone. The feel of rough stone smoothing out as his Will brushed it.
It could tell that it wasn't as it should be, as all in Mother's halls should be the most perfect self. The rough granite smoothing out with patterns of quartz crystal stretching through the matrix. The way it should have been when it was born from the deep energy of the world. Small pieces of hematite and feldspar floated out to orbit him as he continued down his path. When they grew large enough he would form them into pyramid shapes. The triangle was the strongest of shapes in nature, as he was the strongest of the siblings.
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This was a knowledge that he felt deep inside. He could remember the names of his brother and sister, and their powers in the various arts. Yet, they would stand no chance against his physical might and perfected form. This was a part of their natures. How could the Earth not silence the crackle of flames or stand against the march of darkness?
He gripped his own arm and pulled it free. It melted in his grasp to form a double-headed axe then melted again to form a large broadsword. He could regrow the arm if he wish, from the minerals floating around him. Yet, he just placed it against the empty socket and it reformed from the weapon. His armor was a perfect extension of his Will, and would never fall when it was needed most.
Vague memories, instincts, from when he wasn't himself reminded him of the promises that hadn't been kept. That was before he was his most perfect self, before he was even born. So such things were unimportant besides to temper brash vigor with the wisdom of stone. He would protect his home, his Mother, and his kin without fail. Should he fall in battle he would return to the side of his Mother in life again. For nothing could break stone so much it wasn't still stone.
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My new child's path through the halls were quiet yet seemed to be filled with a steady presence. Looking at him I could feel that everything would be alright if I took my time. It was a good reminder that I had been rushing through things recently. Perhaps that is why I felt that making a child of each element was important for balance. Pyra, after becoming an Elemental, had made me feel more carefree and a bit quick to anger. Yana had sparked my interest in learning and digging deep into the magic and knowledge of everything. Yet this one... he made me think a bit on my actions and motivations.
In the books on magic that I studied with Yana it was made clear that Earth was a balancing force to both Air and Fire in spell craft. Only partially to Fire but it was considered a balancing force. Is that what I was experiencing now? Were my children actually enhancing or bringing out certain states based on their elements? Since Yana started off as Air my rushed pace would make sense since Air and Fire often enhanced each other in spell craft. When he became a Dark I calmed down, but became very obsessed with experiments and learning.
It was hard to be certain, but it was something I should take a hard look at in the coming days. My other two children were off in the world looking into the System and following Pyra's vow on it. I had thought it was just the System affecting people to make them behave in certain ways. I knew, in a removed sense, that emotions could be just as influencing, but I was starting to realize just how unstable I had been.
In one regard I could pass it off as my insecurity after having been so affected by the System when Pyra awakened it. However, I wouldn't be myself if I just passed off such a thing without thinking about it. Knowledge and adventure had been something I had always sought after, but in recent months I had been getting distracted by so much. It was time to refocus my energy into learning again. Perhaps... oh right I hadn't given him a name yet.
As if sensing my intention my son stopped in place.
"What do you wish of me, Mother?" and I had to consider for a long moment a name. Yana had given himself one, but I felt bad for him having to do that. The name should reflect the nature of the thing or person. This one had already shown great patience and strength. He came from a person who did their best in the worst situations, one who died with a nobility I had only read about.
"From this day on, your name will be, Kalos." I responded, it had meant noble and it fit him so well. At my words the rocks around Kalos shuddered and then came together to form a shield, he knelt behind it and slammed his fist to his chest.
"So it shall be, Mother."