Elliot was convinced that he might not have actually woken from his coma because just hanging out near his cavern and around the sand plain was amazing. He had noticed the exponential growth of coral that he saw around the horned-whale bones has not stopped. It was not long before he found himself surrounded by a lush biome. He had by now noticed that it was the vitality of the horned-whale leaking into the neo-Antarctic sands. Elliot was amazed by the nutritional value the horned-whale must have had to cause an ecological eruption like this. He once again went down to the horned-whale to inspect the corpse and he noticed something off. The white bone of the skeleton had been mostly consumed, a collection of corals now seemed to mimic the once skeleton of the ancient horned-whale. Entering into the skeleton he noticed a strange liquid pool that simmered under the canopy of coral. It was a gold-like substance that smelled rich and pleasant. Elliot reached down to the pool of liquid and he felt his body react. As if a lock had clicked inside of his genes. It was an odd feeling, like it was wrong but so right, like a part of himself was confused, but the other side knew just what to do.

Elliot’s body rescinded its inhibitions and he dove into the pool that leaked from the bones. His cells rejoiced in the exposure. Pleasure filled his body; it felt like a rejuvenating wash was flowing over each molecule in his body. As his genetics were washed, clean toxins left his body and his skin was left naked and smoother. His pores sang, and his body felt powerful. Elliots small bacterium friend that had previously been inactive, in its endospore went into a vegetive state, now sensing a food source, It began doubling as a fast rate, in hopes to consume some of the nutritional Magick broth. Elliot’s normal microbiome and epithelial cells, beat it to the punch. They greedily ate and partook of the buffet around them. His own body’s cells began to give off a warm welcoming light. Elliots body was resonating in the pool of oil as the golden ether dripped upon his forehead. An orchestra played within his skin, flowing throughout him.

As he rose from the oil his sheen dissipated as the last bit of the golden ether found its place in his veins, and body. His body was now complete. Elliot had partaken of the gift that the horned-whale prepared, its body would continue to drain its life blood here, nourishing the land and animals. Elliot only took that which seemed to allow his body to stabilize from the many forces still hampering him. Elliot left the rest of that aether Liquid for the land.

I heard that this was the sort of thing that he liked, but it made no sense. You see Life simply was not meant to be this way. Magick was never meant to be harnessed. He’d done well at that. Magick can be described in this context just as Gravity pulls, electrons get wacky and teleport sometimes, magick, yes magick, was meant to simply exist. Some beings may become moved by it, just like heavier beings fall harder, I do not think that a hummingbird would strap itself to a cinder block and be confused as to why he cannot fly. You see, a hummingbird should dance, it should fly, it should not be affected by gravity in such a way to fall. Hummingbirds make use of the laws to fly. Likewise, Magick is not for humans for this reason, Magick is for the Magickal. Humans simply perceive the world through their minds and not their true reality, creating truths based off of their own learned perceptions. That is simple, barbaric, primitive and honestly a bit sad.

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Elliot seemed to have awakened within himself some thing that he was surprised he had lived so long without. He felt his chest and he noticed and odd rhythm that concerned him but now it seemed to all make sense. The soft second heartbeat, that had been like an engine out of gas and oil, that sputtered and hurt. Had not been in his head but his current hypothesis was that he actually had two hearts in his chest, and now it was full of gas, oiled, and primed. It chugged along at a strong rhythm. He had believed it all to be something in his head, or a spiritual second heartbeat. But when he placed his hand once again to confirm it, he felt too hearts in his chest. One would beat and then the other, they were slow by themselves but they beat together as one heart. He looked at the thin silver scars on his chest and marveled at what and happened to him in his coma. He felt violated as though his body had been an experimental playground for some else. He could only calm his nerves when he remembered Dr. Zimmerman speaking of him going into shock multiple times and how maybe they had to do an emergency surgery to deal with his body going into some kinds of organ failure from something in the fire.

“ I wish I had answers, I wish I had data, but more than anything I wish I had my family.” Elliot was heartbroken and this time away under the neo-Antarctic ice sheets had been nice to mourn, the cavern that had been his home not felt distant. He had healed his heart well enough, and for all it was worth. The emotional and mental wounds, had closed and scar tissue was forming. His body was not the issue, his hearts now worked fine, it was his mind that had taken the biggest blow. “When I have children, I can tell them stories of there auntie Talia, her inability to play word games correctly and I can tell about there grandparent and how they are looking down on them” Elliot found a place of peace in this. Elliot’s sister was gone but she was not completely estranged from him, his Chimeric twin’s genome lived on in him allowing him to survive and giving him the genes, his body required to possess magick and run his sisters magicakal organs without rejection. It was the perfect storm; Talia was the special one and her sacrifice let him live. If only Elliot knew.

“It’s time to move” Elliot rose. He could no longer run from his surmounting problems, that lingered in the back of his mind. Now that he was sane of mind, out of pain, and had reached a good place in his grief he had to respond, and act. Dr. Zimmerman, had assumed him to be Talia, and seemed shocked when he was not. Furthermore, Elliot had been hidden away by researchers not medical doctors. Lastly, The Brick Brouge had come to welcome a lowly major that worked on his Titan project when he woke up from a 3-year coma. Elliot’s parents were the one that actually headed Titan, but Elliot was for all intents and purposes a grunt. Talia was the super soldier of the two of them.

Elliot had a few choices of what awaited him in the outside world. Elliot was now convinced that his parents didn’t run away from the bustling city to find inspiration for their research they ran away because someone wanted it. Either, someone that wanted to be the next super solider, and Titan’s great prospect Talia was now ashes. So, they would settle for her twin-brother with close enough ties to Titan. That or governments that believed him to be the next super soldier already that would love to pick up a legally dead human. Others that think that Drs. Kane and Kane were in on a multi-level conspiracy