The Ancients World Chapter 192
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I stare into the fire that I made a few hours ago and contemplate what's about to happen. I can't sleep because I'm too antsy right now. The moment that I have tried to avoid at this time is going to happen. I look towards the tent and see through the little crack a sleeping Sally. Only a couple more hours till sunrise, and the more I think about it, the more I resent it. It's always been unavoidable. I don't like the thought of being elevated. I'm not someone who should. I'm capable of cold-blooded murder, after all. I suffer no consequences. In truth, I should be hanged for the 'innocent' people I've killed. Innocent in the eyes of the law. After all, lady justice is blind, which is why people have to see for her. Which is in itself very bad, not something I would say works.
I take a deep breath and go over the plan in my head to be safe. I'll be able to distract them for however long I want, but the limit we put on the heist is dusk. I close my eyes and drown out all sound. I think about what the future holds. I have a foreboding feeling these Old Gods will be making a grand entrance soon. I don't know what will happen when this event occurs. Everything is already far from the original timeline. So I can't say what the future holds. "I wonder how my family is doing in all of this... Mom and dad are probably getting close to their classes themselves. Hailey is probably off causing trouble somewhere. I haven't gained any exp in some time now. I bet people are right on my heels now in terms of levels.
I lean against the log I was sitting on and rest my head against it. I keep my eyes closed and relax. Most of the people I knew are either dead or lost in this world. I have no idea what I can do to get into contact with my family. This whole situation feels like a dream sometimes, like I'll wake up from it at any moment. Just to be reminded, this is the new reality I live in. A new world. Different rules and lifestyles. I clear my head of those thoughts and think about the possible repercussions this will have. They might find out my next destination is the Dryad's after this, and they'll be waiting there for me. That is just something I'll have to deal with. No one can prevent everything. There are certain things that I can't stop from happening, and that's okay.
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The time I have spent here, both this life and my last. Have made me into someone totally different. How cowardly to only gain strength after I lost every I could protect. That cowardice is what brought me here. Back into the past and now forever stuck in Ancients World. Gaia. I stop dwelling on the past and think about all the good I've come across since my wish. Sorry for stealing what was yours, Blue Chaos. You will never know the sins I have committed stealing what was supposed to be yours. "You still up?" I hear a voice from the direction of the tent, and I open my eyes. Sally is sticking her head out and looking at me with concern. "You know it's much warmer in here, even though the cold doesn't affect either of us." I smile at her proposition. I shake my head in decline, though.
I'd rather be out here with the stars and city in view. She climbs out of the tent and comes over by the fire with me. She sits next to me and cuddles into my side. I toggle my wings on and wrap the one on her side around her. She runs her fingers through them, and I can feel every sensation. It truly feels wonderful. "When we have both accomplished what we set out to do... What are we going to do then?" Sally asks me a question I have only thought about a few times. In truth, I never saw an end to this journey of mine. There are always quests to do, things to save. With me around, I will cause problems I have to fix. So I don't know the answer to that, only that once we are done. We'll surely see other things popping up in our wake.
The night passes as I think about these things and have small talk with Sally. Soon the sun is just starting to paint the sky in color. I stand up, and so does Sally. As an insomniac, I have no problems not sleeping. I stretch, and my body pops, I stretch out my wings too, and it feels good to do so. I walk over to the tent as Sally stretches herself. I take everything down and put it all in my inventory. There are only a couple more things to do. The first thing I do is put my hood in my inventory. The next is to open my player interface and look at my list of titles. I click on The Son of Arch-Angel Michael title, and I get the same warning as last time. I activate it, and I look towards Sally. She is looking at the area above my head with amazement. "It looks so beautiful..." I don't have a mirror to see.
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I unsheath The Witness and look at my reflection. There is a turquoise title above my head with light shimmers saying The Son of Arch-Angel Michael. It gives off a transcendent feeling when looking at it. I look at Sally and see she isn't affected by all the things it said would happen. it could be because of our relationship. "This is it, Sally. If you don't want to keep your hood on, you don't have to, but I suggest you do so when we start your revenge. This doesn't come back to bite us." She gives a thinking look, and I watch her slide her hood on with a smile. Going with hiding the identity, I like it. "Alright, let's shock the city of Bellvia." I kneel and let her climb on my back. I launch off the ground and soar really high.
I slow down as I'm already getting close to the city walls. I see the gate to the city up ahead, and I start to descend fast. I hit the ground hard at the back of the small line today, and the ground cracks and rumbles beneath me. I stand straight up and let Sally off. I stretch my wings out with authority, and many people around me don't know how to react. Most are stuck in place, not moving a muscle. I look to the guards at the gate, and they start shaking. I see everyone's eyes darting between my wings and the title above my head. A path in front of me forms, and I begin to walk towards the front gate. As I do, people get on their knees and bow. Putting their faces in the dirt. My wings are giving off an intimidating feel with their large size and golden beauty. I can see in the guard's faces as I approach.
Who I assume is the captain at this time orders one of his men into the city. Once I reach the front of the line and stare down at the guardsman and captain, I take a breath. I watch them stiffen as I do so. "Wha-What can w-we do fo-for you, My Lo-Lord..." The guard captain speaks with fear and bewilderment laced in his voice. I look to Sally, and she closes her eyes and tells the rest of the crew to start through her dummies. She can do it telepathically. She raises her head and nods at me with a hood still covering her features. After another second, I look back at the guard captain, and I watch him go pale in the face as he kneels on the ground himself and puts his face in the dirt. This is weird to see, not going to lie.
I walk past him and into the city with Sally right behind me. As I do, regular people see me, and their reactions are exactly what was warned. Many kneel and plant themselves in the dirt, and many poor or sick people come rushing over, admiring my wings and my title above my head. Hesitating if they should reach out and touch. "YOU DAMN PEASANTS!!! STEP AWAY FROM THE SON OF ARCH-ANGEL MICHAEL!!!" A group of soldiers and an official from this city's church come rushing towards the forming crowd and me. They listen and make a path for the official. The soldiers move the people away from me with their weapons. The captain of the soldiers who said that looks around in pure anger. The church official next to him raises his hand, and that calms him down. This is going to be interesting for sure. The church official turns to me and kneels in front of me. Everyone around me follows suit, including the guards. This is going to be a long distraction.
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