Like so many others, This One was drifting before The Vortex pulled it in, and when it was pulled in, oh how it was pulled. With the force of nothing else, it was spat out. It collided with the ground with enough force to shatter it into more pieces than should exist for one soul. The water gave pigment to the soul fragments as they each grew into small, intricate forms.
While others were gathering their senses, This One was gathering its soul. Some pieces rolling, others slithering, still others hauling. This One appeared to be nothing discernible at first, but, like a puzzle of a million and one pieces, the picture grew clear. Nine long, stick thin limbs were worming from one curved torso. Each piece connecting to the others like magnets. A head, and hair. With the basics down, the limbs begin to grow thicker, the hips wider, and the hair longer.
When This One had the strength, it stood, and drank its surroundings. There were many others leaving the grand hall, a large handful still present, and one... One. The commanding presence was felt everywhere, even the minute space between the pieces.
While others observed the surroundings, This One stared at the manifestation of this power, for it was the only thing it felt it could not understand. Not even in a million years.
The one that was The Architect spoke, telling the assembly what it was, but still, it remained an Enigma. As it spoke, This One, who was now E̵̩̗̓̓ų̶̲͙̬̯̝̫̔̃r̶͙̬̈́̊̂͌̄͝ŷ̴͖̳͗ͅs̴͈̞̬̝͉̉t̵̼͘h̶͕̞̰̎̐̽̈͛͊ę̵͕̩̗͖͈͊̋͘n̶̙͎̮̈̄͛̌͝e̴͚̊̏̈̄͋͝s̴̼͛͂̽, knew that it needed to bring confusion to others, as The Architect had done to it. The only true power to be held is that which others do not understand, and while it had no interest in power, it had interest in understanding. To twist others' understanding and halt their process was the true nature of This One that was E̵̩̗̓̓ų̶̲͙̬̯̝̫̔̃r̶͙̬̈́̊̂͌̄͝ŷ̴͖̳͗ͅs̴͈̞̬̝͉̉t̵̼͘h̶͕̞̰̎̐̽̈͛͊ę̵͕̩̗͖͈͊̋͘n̶̙͎̮̈̄͛̌͝e̴͚̊̏̈̄͋͝s̴̼͛͂̽. And so it was.
The others in the room were yelling, laughing, kicking, fighting, growing, and discovering, but for all that could have distracted E̵̩̗̓̓ų̶̲͙̬̯̝̫̔̃r̶͙̬̈́̊̂͌̄͝ŷ̴͖̳͗ͅs̴͈̞̬̝͉̉t̵̼͘h̶͕̞̰̎̐̽̈͛͊ę̵͕̩̗͖͈͊̋͘n̶̙͎̮̈̄͛̌͝e̴͚̊̏̈̄͋͝s̴̼͛͂̽, not a thing did. All that existed was The Architect, and This One stood, staring it right into the pupil. For what can one do if one does not see the whole picture? How would one do anything if they were t̶o̶b̷ ̵e̶i̵n̸ t̴̜̜̱̎̄̀̃o̴̧͖̥̟̊̎̑ț̴̡̳̻͠a̷̧͈͐̚͝ ̸̛̮͖͑̃̃l̴̜̖̈́́̂͘c̵̹̪̬̳͚̓́̊̆̆͋͊͘͜͜͜ǫ̵̛̮̭̹̣͙̰̝̎̑̇̃̃͑̐ ̷̦́͊̌̍͝ͅn̶̰͌̅̀ ̵̪̤̜̰̜͍͓̭͋f̸̦̜̀̏̿̋̂ư̶̹̩̖̱̞͌̊̓̐́̃͠s̷̻͌͊̈́͊̈́͠ȋ̶̭ ̵̝̩̬̜͇͙̝̟͒̑͆̈͗̈́o̶̲͇̺͑̄ñ̵̗̣̖̞̋̿
What was t̶̙̰͗̽h̵̭͑ả̸̝̊t̷̠̉̃?̶̯̏̋
This One snapped its head around to see everything.
A small object. Was there a crash? Someone was yelling... no, everyone was talking. The tentacle monster was blabbering. There was a giant rainbow feathered thing. Wait, someone was yelling. She was throwing things at The Architect. Broke his concentration... she broke its concentration.
Eurysthenes shifted its pieces, scuttling over to the red haired woman on its now elongated arms, before resuming its regular visage. There was no mouth, but maybe a clicking caused it to speak, "A̶s̵ ̴t̸h̷e̵ ̶A̴r̵c̷h̴i̴t̴e̸c̷t̷'̵s̶ ̷v̴i̸s̴a̷g̷e̵,̵ ̶a̴s̷ ̶a̷ ̶c̷h̴i̶l̶d̵,̴ ̸n̶o̴t̵ ̵a̷s̷ ̸t̴h̸o̵s̵e̴ ̸w̸h̴o̷ ̶w̸i̷s̵h̸ ̷t̴o̴ ̴s̴t̵a̵g̶n̵a̴t̷e̶,̸ ̶b̷u̷t̵ ̶a̴s̶ ̶t̶h̸o̶s̶e̴ ̸w̷h̵o̸ ̶r̸e̷m̸a̵i̵n̴ ̴m̷o̶t̶i̸o̶n̷l̸e̸s̴s̴.̶ ̵W̶h̴a̴t̸ ̶w̵a̴s̴ ̵I?̵ ̴" it asked, its face nearly touching the shorter woman's. "Y̴o̵u̵ ̵a̶r̶e̸ ̷a̸s̶ ̸y̴o̶u̶r̶ ̴h̸a̴i̶r̵ ̶i̷s̶,̶ ̴b̸u̶t̵ ̶n̶o̵t̴ ̶a̷s̴ ̷i̷t̷ ̴w̴a̵s̶.̷ ̷L̸i̵v̴i̷n̶g̶,̵ ̶y̵o̸u̸ ̸a̵r̶e̴ ̶a̵ ̷p̷a̵r̴t̸ ̷o̸f̴,̶ ̵a̸n̷d̵ ̸o̴n̷e̷ ̷w̶o̶u̵l̵d̸ ̴h̷a̸v̸e̶ ̷y̵o̷u̸ ̸w̸e̴r̷e̶ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̸c̶o̸n̸t̵e̷n̶t̷s̵ ̷s̸h̸i̴f̴t̴e̷d̴ ̶u̶p̵.̶ ̶S̴o̴m̸e̸ ̵m̶a̷y̷ ̵c̶a̴l̵l̷ ̷y̷o̴u̸ ̶n̸e̵e̶d̶l̶e̶s̸s̷,̴ ̸b̸u̴t̶ ̷t̵h̵o̴s̷e̶ ̶t̷h̶a̸t̵ ̸d̶o̸ ̷a̵r̵e̴ ̷f̶e̴e̵l̴i̷n̷g̵ ̵y̶o̵u̵,̴ ̵a̷n̸d̵ ̵b̸e̶c̶o̷m̶i̷n̸g̸ ̶h̷e̵e̷d̶l̷e̸s̴s̸.̶ ̵W̷h̸a̸t̵ ̴a̶r̷e̴ ̵y̶o̶u̴?̷"
While others were gathering their senses, This One was gathering its soul. Some pieces rolling, others slithering, still others hauling. This One appeared to be nothing discernible at first, but, like a puzzle of a million and one pieces, the picture grew clear. Nine long, stick thin limbs were worming from one curved torso. Each piece connecting to the others like magnets. A head, and hair. With the basics down, the limbs begin to grow thicker, the hips wider, and the hair longer.
When This One had the strength, it stood, and drank its surroundings. There were many others leaving the grand hall, a large handful still present, and one... One. The commanding presence was felt everywhere, even the minute space between the pieces.
While others observed the surroundings, This One stared at the manifestation of this power, for it was the only thing it felt it could not understand. Not even in a million years.
The one that was The Architect spoke, telling the assembly what it was, but still, it remained an Enigma. As it spoke, This One, who was now E̵̩̗̓̓ų̶̲͙̬̯̝̫̔̃r̶͙̬̈́̊̂͌̄͝ŷ̴͖̳͗ͅs̴͈̞̬̝͉̉t̵̼͘h̶͕̞̰̎̐̽̈͛͊ę̵͕̩̗͖͈͊̋͘n̶̙͎̮̈̄͛̌͝e̴͚̊̏̈̄͋͝s̴̼͛͂̽, knew that it needed to bring confusion to others, as The Architect had done to it. The only true power to be held is that which others do not understand, and while it had no interest in power, it had interest in understanding. To twist others' understanding and halt their process was the true nature of This One that was E̵̩̗̓̓ų̶̲͙̬̯̝̫̔̃r̶͙̬̈́̊̂͌̄͝ŷ̴͖̳͗ͅs̴͈̞̬̝͉̉t̵̼͘h̶͕̞̰̎̐̽̈͛͊ę̵͕̩̗͖͈͊̋͘n̶̙͎̮̈̄͛̌͝e̴͚̊̏̈̄͋͝s̴̼͛͂̽. And so it was.
The others in the room were yelling, laughing, kicking, fighting, growing, and discovering, but for all that could have distracted E̵̩̗̓̓ų̶̲͙̬̯̝̫̔̃r̶͙̬̈́̊̂͌̄͝ŷ̴͖̳͗ͅs̴͈̞̬̝͉̉t̵̼͘h̶͕̞̰̎̐̽̈͛͊ę̵͕̩̗͖͈͊̋͘n̶̙͎̮̈̄͛̌͝e̴͚̊̏̈̄͋͝s̴̼͛͂̽, not a thing did. All that existed was The Architect, and This One stood, staring it right into the pupil. For what can one do if one does not see the whole picture? How would one do anything if they were t̶o̶b̷ ̵e̶i̵n̸ t̴̜̜̱̎̄̀̃o̴̧͖̥̟̊̎̑ț̴̡̳̻͠a̷̧͈͐̚͝ ̸̛̮͖͑̃̃l̴̜̖̈́́̂͘c̵̹̪̬̳͚̓́̊̆̆͋͊͘͜͜͜ǫ̵̛̮̭̹̣͙̰̝̎̑̇̃̃͑̐ ̷̦́͊̌̍͝ͅn̶̰͌̅̀ ̵̪̤̜̰̜͍͓̭͋f̸̦̜̀̏̿̋̂ư̶̹̩̖̱̞͌̊̓̐́̃͠s̷̻͌͊̈́͊̈́͠ȋ̶̭ ̵̝̩̬̜͇͙̝̟͒̑͆̈͗̈́o̶̲͇̺͑̄ñ̵̗̣̖̞̋̿
What was t̶̙̰͗̽h̵̭͑ả̸̝̊t̷̠̉̃?̶̯̏̋
This One snapped its head around to see everything.
A small object. Was there a crash? Someone was yelling... no, everyone was talking. The tentacle monster was blabbering. There was a giant rainbow feathered thing. Wait, someone was yelling. She was throwing things at The Architect. Broke his concentration... she broke its concentration.
Eurysthenes shifted its pieces, scuttling over to the red haired woman on its now elongated arms, before resuming its regular visage. There was no mouth, but maybe a clicking caused it to speak, "A̶s̵ ̴t̸h̷e̵ ̶A̴r̵c̷h̴i̴t̴e̸c̷t̷'̵s̶ ̷v̴i̸s̴a̷g̷e̵,̵ ̶a̴s̷ ̶a̷ ̶c̷h̴i̶l̶d̵,̴ ̸n̶o̴t̵ ̵a̷s̷ ̸t̴h̸o̵s̵e̴ ̸w̸h̴o̷ ̶w̸i̷s̵h̸ ̷t̴o̴ ̴s̴t̵a̵g̶n̵a̴t̷e̶,̸ ̶b̷u̷t̵ ̶a̴s̶ ̶t̶h̸o̶s̶e̴ ̸w̷h̵o̸ ̶r̸e̷m̸a̵i̵n̴ ̴m̷o̶t̶i̸o̶n̷l̸e̸s̴s̴.̶ ̵W̶h̴a̴t̸ ̶w̵a̴s̴ ̵I?̵ ̴" it asked, its face nearly touching the shorter woman's. "Y̴o̵u̵ ̵a̶r̶e̸ ̷a̸s̶ ̸y̴o̶u̶r̶ ̴h̸a̴i̶r̵ ̶i̷s̶,̶ ̴b̸u̶t̵ ̶n̶o̵t̴ ̶a̷s̴ ̷i̷t̷ ̴w̴a̵s̶.̷ ̷L̸i̵v̴i̷n̶g̶,̵ ̶y̵o̸u̸ ̸a̵r̶e̴ ̶a̵ ̷p̷a̵r̴t̸ ̷o̸f̴,̶ ̵a̸n̷d̵ ̸o̴n̷e̷ ̷w̶o̶u̵l̵d̸ ̴h̷a̸v̸e̶ ̷y̵o̷u̸ ̸w̸e̴r̷e̶ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̸c̶o̸n̸t̵e̷n̶t̷s̵ ̷s̸h̸i̴f̴t̴e̷d̴ ̶u̶p̵.̶ ̶S̴o̴m̸e̸ ̵m̶a̷y̷ ̵c̶a̴l̵l̷ ̷y̷o̴u̸ ̶n̸e̵e̶d̶l̶e̶s̸s̷,̴ ̸b̸u̴t̶ ̷t̵h̵o̴s̷e̶ ̶t̷h̶a̸t̵ ̸d̶o̸ ̷a̵r̵e̴ ̷f̶e̴e̵l̴i̷n̷g̵ ̵y̶o̵u̵,̴ ̵a̷n̸d̵ ̵b̸e̶c̶o̷m̶i̷n̸g̸ ̶h̷e̵e̷d̶l̷e̸s̴s̸.̶ ̵W̷h̸a̸t̵ ̴a̶r̷e̴ ̵y̶o̶u̴?̷"
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