《World tag#001》Chapter032
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- So not only it took and leaved, it also did a sloppy job to start with?... Why do I have a sudden urge to find it and... Sigh, sorry, my headache talking...
- Don't worry about it, we can understand your feeling. That take me to another point of our discussion, I already told you we owe you for all the info we took, but what I want you to understand is the importance of the change they caused.
- So you are not surprised, and frankly paranoid, about our reparation's gift.
- Yes, like 'Sas said we fear our remuneration will scare you into thinking of a ruse. Like I said after completing our respective directive we were in a limbo, our power kept us alive but with nothing to do. The first to break this stalemate was Ulbilgar, his avatar was a giant blue dragon that he used to check is work, flying around.
When he ended his part of the project he continued to fly, but free of any destination and started touring all the planet. After few millennia he got tired of it, and changed is avatar to walk among my creations. Again he grew bored, after a while, and choose to hibernate until something new appeared.
His disappearance from the skies made quite an impact on the growing cultures that were starting to develop from the various groups of sentient creatures. Especially the greed and power-hungry started to move to see how to benefit from the situation. A selected group of various people was able to find the base of Ulbilgar, we still don't know how, and destroy it. That caused the obliteration of the mountain the base was on, together with our friend and his killers.
- Wait... He died? But...
- Yes, that day we lost something irreplaceable, but the shock from the loss awoke a kind of instinct inside the remaining of us. Until then we had learned from watching all the life forms, especially the sentient ones, and when we started to feel our mortality... We did things...
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- 'Fil...
I watched the exchange of looks between them, Llanfil's grimacing face was full of untold pain, while Ausas was worryingly watching her.
- I'm okay, sorry... The consequence of our actions resulted in an all out war... In the end I chose to flee here, after destroying my power source, Ausas home was the most safe after all.
This story changed with the passing of time, like it always happens, until it became part of the lore of this world. "Dragons Witches Sea-Monsters" It all became a fairy tail.
Anyway, after Ausas welcomed me here we were active only when some new information literally falled into our heads, the rest of the time we hibernated. Thinking back I don't know if that life was really preferable to being dead. But then you came.
What we obtained from you were not only the proof that our origin had meaning, but also gave an insane amount of new way of thinking to explore. And let me tell you that for us, after all this time, it's something without price. Even the home from before and this place are new to us, created through your memories.
- I can understand solitude and boredom, believe me, and I can relate with you. Only imagining so much time with nothing new... But I must warn you of my world's dangers, somethings are better left alone...
When I was talking they glanced at each other and than at me, that was the first time they smiled, well Ausas was grinning more than smiling.
- What?
- Nothing... It's only that you're starting to accept us and this world as real, we weren't sure you of the emotion all the story would made you develop. We can predict a great deal of possible futures, but predicting the outcome of emotions...
I froze-up, were they right? Was I starting to think of this whole mess as a plausible reality? My internal turmoil was cut short by her next word.
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