Eos’ Perspective.

Tears. I haven't had the privilege to cry in eons. Wet streams of crystalized feelings, strolling down my cheeks. Why am I crying. Why am I trembling. Why do I feel fear. Why am I so frightened. I stared into my hands, I felt the blood like it was still on me, the stench so real, like a day never passed from that cursed day. Tears, they don’t stop coming, I feel them again.

What are these things. I haven’t felt, sadness, for such a long time. I haven’t felt, in such a long long time. What are these emotions that come gushing out, I’ve numbed myself to them, so why does it hurt so much. Why do I feel the pain like a day never passed. Why do I need to remember it again.

Fall, Fall, Fall, Falling. We fell together, in this spiralled bridge between spaces and I saw a clear colour of grey entering my vision. I slowed our descent letting Vera softly touch the floor.

Azalea still passed out, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. This was my fault. I'm sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

We were in a bathroom, a private bathroom. A mirror reminded me that I was invisible, but she wasn’t. I gathered the little amount of energy inside her body, to create a ball of water, mixed it with soap, and then gently rubbed through her hands. Getting the grim and stickiness out of her fingernails, absorbing it from her skin, cleaning it again and again.

I threw it away, down the drain, took another ball of water and did the same to the rest of her body, cleaning her mouth, her other hand, the sweat that was forming on her forehead and the grime in between her toes. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I kept muttering out. This shouldn't have happened. It wasn’t meant to be like this, I….I should’ve known more. No, that’s an unhealthy mentality. We grew out of that years ago Eos.

I tried to console myself, this place’s spatial barrier was too thick to get through with Azalea’s limited energy capacity. I bit my finger, fuck. I didn’t want to do this, but emergencies are emergencies.

I closed my eyes, and a grand library stood before me, like the entire universe's history, present and future was written in these books around me. Stacks, upon stacks, shelves that were so high that it would make the moon cower in vain.

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There was the librarian, who looked like a female version of me with glasses. Young, in her 20’s with a dignified and rebellious zeal in her eyes. She didn’t even look up at me.

I walked to the right, and found a little terminal. I typed in, “loc~~~~~@*)!#!)#*!@(@*@@!(“” in and then a serial number of books appeared. #2@83!B8. I looked up, closed my eyes, and as I opened them again I could see the stretch of the world before me while I saw space was right in front of me, and the ground thousands upon thousands kilometers below me.

I was surrounded by shelves of books that reached the stratosphere disobeying all laws of architecture. I found the book I was looking for, gently took it out with a single finger, and tried to find the exact time, 17:34, 912nd Lunara year; location, Astori’s Fortitude, and person, Eos.

Blank.

What? Its..blank? Let me go back a few pages, different pages. Alright I found it.

“In hindsight, Grandmaster Nova was kinder than you expect. He has the face of a stern lava dragon, the kind that would make people fear staring at his eyes, but he has a large and big hearty cheer. He’s a person who respects truth, tradition and character and he’s also the kind of stubborn guy who’ll crush all of his enemies and protect all of his friends. He loves his family very much, but use it against him and you’ll be on ‘People I send to hell before I go there myself to send them to second hell’ list. I wished I spent more time with him...” -Sigflare Kaos

Got it. I need more information. I flipped and read across the pages over and over again.

“Grandmaster Nova operates on brute forcing things, he has a keen eye for people but will brute force things when in a pinch. He enjoys systems and manages them well. He is strict and follows tradition believing them to work time and time again. He uses trusted methods that worked in the past….” Yulious Argo

I can’t panic, I can’t panic, I need to be calm to make this plan work. There is no need for explaining. I’ve schemed before, I’ve schemed again.

I flipped through a few more pages and I couldn't find everything I was looking for. I put the book back, and took the book next to it. Flipped over the pages quite quickly before I saw a little diagram. It was the organizational chart of Grandmaster Nova’s division. No pressure of competition….Stagnantes to simply works….Pressure to do good with the lives of others….I’ll need to appeal to Goddess Avelynn’s values.

I flipped to a few more pages and saw the truth.

“Goddess Avelynn is @#@!@#(!, and actually @&!&&&!@ alongside _@D912_@ but in conclusion she can be regarded as a (@!82@!”

Well, that’s more secrets I have to keep. Dear Observer, I’m telling you this for your own good. You don’t want to know, you wouldn’t want to know, it’ll ruin the fun. I want to strike a deal with you observers. If you’re so curious, I’ll tell you one of the hidden words, in exchange, tell me something I don’t know about Grandmaster Nova.

If it’s useless and utter garbage you can be guaranteed that the next section has more hidden words. Feel free to back out of this deal, but if you provide me with valuable information, I’ll provide you with the answer to satisfy your curiosity. You might not care about Azalea, but I do. If my deal isn’t attractive enough for you, then do it for her. Please.

I hope my insurance is enough, the onlookers will always have information, whether they want to or not. This will work, if not we’re doing a much craftier plan and crueler plan.