Prompt 10: Channel
Content Warning: 5.5 Spoilers and slight body horror
It was a strange thing indeed for someone to tell you they were the reincarnation of a saint. No less, the one deemed the original heretic.
Esredes' immediate instinct was not to believe her- but in a world where he'd been hiding the ability to turn into a dragon for so long, he instead opted to say nothing and ask more details. And even after everything, he still didn't believe it was quite what was going on, yet he kept his silence. This meant a lot to her, and it meant a lot to all the others in the movement who believed her wholeheartedly- and her ability to transform into a powerful being was certainly not something normal. It didn't matter to him at that point- she had a power that could deliver Ishgard from the lies which binded it. And that was the most valuable power of all.
A part of him often wondered if it had made a difference if he said anything, if he was honest. But given how she reacted when she finally learned it was all a lie- most of him believed it would have been a negative difference.
"It doesn't matter if you are or are not Shiva." He said to her when she came back from her long trip away. "You don't need to embody her spirit to be everything she stands for and was, Ysayle. Have you not been acting in her name for so long? Have you not had the courage to foster peace and understanding when all of your countrymen have chosen hate and violence, just like the original maiden? Have you not worked longer and harder than any of us for peace? You're still Shiva, Ysayle. You have carried on her legacy, and acted as she would have. And if you think this is going to lead to the dream that you always wanted, then go. Don't stand idly by as the truth comes out to them. Get out and fight for it as you always have. Bring this all to the close you wanted, Ysayle. You'll only live with regrets for the rest of your life if you don't."
Most days he wished he hadn't said that last part.
Just as she hadn't been Shiva, Esredes was convinced she wasn't a primal, either. The very concept was insane to him. It didn't matter that they needed a bunch of crystals to make the transformation happen- Primals weren't alive. They were manifestations which lacked sentience, with no will of their own- Shiva was nothing like that.
Sure, over in the Far East the same thing happened and was called a primal- still had to be something else. The Warriors told Esredes that Hydaelyn was a primal- well, that made sense to him. Her actions were so contradictory and illogical that she had to lack proper sentience.
And then the towers appeared.
Problem as they were, Esredes figured they would be just that- a large problem for everyone to solve. And there he was at Whitebrim after the Temple Knights faction of the Alliance assembled, quietly taking in and watching the many faces he had thankfully never seen before, when Kainen motioned for him as he left the dining hall.
Why had he motioned for him? Esredes shouldn't have even asked, for when he came face to face with a woman who was shouting about Shiva in a cell, his blood turned to ice. No, no, no, no, no. That wasn't possible. That didn't make sense. She wasn't a real primal, and Ysayle was-
The woman clutched her rosary and began a prayer, after the guards allowed Esredes to give it back to her. “O Lady of the Rime...seal our hearts in ice...health and praise for the Emperor...for glory, Garlemald...”
Esredes' hands curled into fists at those words, and his eyes grew intense as if a wildfire was blazing in them. "No... how dare they... They were the ones that murdered her!"
"Ser Esredes..." came a voice among the crowd that had gathered by the cell, and he soon recomposed himself. The porxie mage came and did their work, and the woman was soon back to normal- but it did nothing to ease the chill in his bones at the realization that his people were in danger, and they were going to put others in danger- and it was all their own fault.
Soon came the Battle of Carteneau. The Alliance split up to handle the various lunar primals and tempered among the battlefield, and as fate would have it, Kainen was heading an expedition to fight a Lunar Shiva.
That should be impossible. She's gone.
What kind of unholy abomination and impersonation awaited them...?
There were other primals he could have gone after, of course, but the moment he heard Kainen speak, he drew in a breath and winced, silently navigating his way over.
"Ser Esredes, are you alright?" asked Adelyn, another member of the Ishgard division, as she canted her head towards him ever so slightly. "You needn't join this group if you are having second thoughts..."
"I can't possibly stand by. There is no one closer to having an advantage than myself."
She nodded. "Then I am glad to have your aid."
She's gone.
When the airship arrived to the arena, it was already mostly ice around a center stage, very reminiscent of the amphitheater itself. Some knights had already been frozen in ice, to which Kainen declared he would get them out and jumped away.
And left there in the center waiting for them was her.
While she had a similar outfit, she was not Ysayle, that was for sure, but some other woman who bore no resemblance to anyone.
She's gone. That's not her.
Beyond the Ishgardians who had come, the majority of the forces were Maelstrom, easily picked out by their bright red outfits. And on order, everyone entered the arena to face off against this thing that had no definition, this imposter that spat in the memory of who she was, a blindly unsentient being that had no right existing.
True to his prediction, he did seem to manage something of an advantage. The arena was quickly covered in ice and many of the combatants went sliding, some right into her attacks, but they held true and stubborn. True to being a mostly melee combatant, Esredes had to get right up and close to the thing to attack it- it's not her it's not her it's not her- and by the gods was he going to exercise his right to take out of this world anything that would twist her power for something else.
She loved this world, and all its people. She would never want something in her image made to destroy it.
While he held his own against the ice of the arena, even if he had to stab his sword into the ice and use it to ground himself, the thing soon raised its hands heavensward and encased itself in ice, the ice cracking and splitting and exploding to reveal a dragon wing exploding from her clavicle, followed by a second wing, white feathers spilling forth that pulsed with icy energy. A familiar, but not quite right pale dragon formed from the energy, and his eyes glowed with rage. Esredes visibly grimaced.
Not long after, Esredes was struck by a blast of icy aether. He flew back and slammed into the arena floor, shards of ice impaled into his lower back and both arms. Even still, he grunted, and pushed himself back up, ignoring the freezing, piercing pain. That thing had to be stopped at all costs.
The lunar apparition made the arena grow colder, and colder. Even for an Ishgardian like himself, it was getting too cold to bear, and gods know how all the Maelstrom people were faring. As the growing blizzard rushed around them, Esredes squinted his eyes to see and let out a shaky breath.
It was too cold. They were all going to join those knights and freeze together. Such power, he couldn't contend with it- is this what it was? What Ysayle was yielding, the power they had at their fingertips and yet still wasn't enough to kill that parasite and end their suffering-
They had been told at the briefing these Lunars were weaker than true primals, but as the cold closed in on the deepest parts of his bones, Esredes couldn't even comprehend it being stronger than this.
Was this what we were going to unleash on Ishgard? Would she have been able to control it enough to prevent mass death?
Esredes was still standing, despite it all, yet his balance was beginning to falter in all the shivering.
They were all surely about to succumb to the cold, and it was his fault.
He helped bring this abomination into existence. He killed everyone here, including a client of his.
The apparition turned to him, and locked eyes with him. Did it know? A chill ran up his spine, but he stared the thing down. His eyes were still intense like a blazing wildfire, even despite the cold. "You're a disgrace to her memory," each word of that snarl came out with venom. "You'll never... be... Saint Shiva..."
And then someone else took advantage of her looking away, and she was pushed back by a wave of dark magic, her icy staff flying out of her hand. Another engulfed her in flames, igniting her wings and burning them to ashes.
As the primal staggered to the ground, her back now to Esredes, she looked up to stare at someone else. Esredes looked past her to see Adelyn, her eyes now glowing blue and icy, with a glowing seal on the glove of her unarmed hand and a layer of rime at her feet, and suddenly, the primal was encased in a pillar of ice. The primal looked down at the Alliance forces, but looked heavensward as she was completely encased.
Another fire spell began to crack the ice, and when it shattered, the lunar apparition was no more.
Esredes slowly got to his feet as the sapping cold faded, breathing heavily as he stared with wide eyes at the spot where the abomination had just been. He hadn't even realized that tears had begun streaming down his cheeks as his blank gaze fixated on the spot.
She's gone.
She can't come back.
Every part of Esredes wanted to drop to the ground and scream until he couldn't anymore. Until the ice came back and froze him to death. Until there was nothing but a cold oblivion left. Was it a relief, or a twisted, taunting mockery that he couldn't even look upon something resembling her once last time, before returning to a world where her presence couldn't be felt?
Yet thankfully for that urge, he was soon brought back to reality by people talking to him- multiple people. Some asked if he was okay, one woman even offered a hug he graciously declined, and soon Kainen returned announcing he had completed his mission, and they were back on the airship and off to reconnect with the rest of the Alliance. The Battle of Carteneau had not yet been won, and there was no time for him to rest as he stared out blankly the entire airship ride over.
Shiva had never been anything more than a long passed mortal, and despite the best efforts of so many people, she would never be anything more.
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Daeiran’s Azem: Astraion
- Walking Sunshine
- A lot of people take his “walking sunshine” personality to think that he’s dumb/ Naïve, but that kindness is a choice he makes every day, and he genuinely cares about the people he is around
- Used to work in astronomy, charting stars in the field before becoming Azem
- AST Main, obviously- Has extremely potent magic in regards to stars/celestial forces
- Bakes for friends (and his coworkers at the convocation)
- Baking is his form of Conflict Resolution between angry coworkers because “You can’t be mad/arguing while eating a delicious pastry! ☺️”
-Extremely friendly, and frighteningly good at getting people to tell him about problems they have but don’t wanna talk about
- Gets in trouble with said convocation because he keeps trying to call people by their names instead of their titles
“Azem, why don’t you use our titles? Do you not respect our place in the convocation?”
“…? But I do respect you. I respect you as a person, and your name belongs to you alone :)”
They come to an agreement that he can get away with it in private, but must call people by their titles in public
- He does have a partner, but he’s quiet about him, since he wants his partner’s work to be respected on his own merit, and not because “Oh, He’s Azem’s Partner”
- Said partner died during the Final Days in a way he doesn’t want to ever talk about (his soul is still fine, don’t worry), which was part of the reason he couldn’t agree with the convocation at the end and left
Behold he
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