Chapter 90: False Choices
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Chapter 90: False Choices
Power exploded from several distinct points around Tala, various workings lashing out towards her, and she reacted on instinct, not waiting until she determined what they were intended to do. Too coordinated. They were expecting me to resist. If that was true, theyd underestimated her. Most of the Archons were simply watching, seeming almost curious.
She channeled power into Flow. The blade swept outward, becoming the wire-thin outline of a sword, surrounding a field of throbbing heat. That transformation took place even as she swung, slicing the first working to come within reach and ending it before it could affect her.
She dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, andwove through the magics sent her way. She cursed her lack of iron salve, even as Flow split the few incoming magics that she couldnt avoid and would otherwise have struck her. The blade sheared through spell-workings like Terry through a pack of murderous woodsmen, leaving the incomplete magic to spark and fizzle out without taking affect.
Terry.
Terry!
Thankfully, they hadnt thrown anything but spell-forms her way. She didnt know how shed handle lightning, or fire, created first, then flung at her. Ill just have to trust in my defensive inscriptions. They werent designed to fight Mages, though, let alone Archons.
She kicked backwards, driving downward to use her weight along with her strength to shatter open the door behind heror she tried. It was somehow incredibly reinforced. The resulting boom shook the walls, causing dust and debris to fill the air. They built this place to contain Mages.
It didnt matter though; her voice had reached him.
Terry appeared on her shoulder.
Bigger, defend me!
He flickered, and was suddenly next to her, already the size of a horse, crouched low. He screeched forth a bellow of challenge, his razor talons sinking into the stone below them with ease.
There was a collective hitch from everyone in the room at Terrys appearance and enlargement. Silence briefly settled, and several watching Archons let out overlapping curses, which blended together to Talas battle deafened ears.
Terry settled down, ready to spring, and called again, low and thrumming, but he didnt attack.
He glanced to Tala, as if in question.
He agreed to not kill anyone without explicit consent from me. Tala found herself smiling, despite the situation at large. Thats some impressive restraint, Terry.
From the side of the room, Rane was laughing, and Tala heard him talking to himself. I knew it. I knew that bird was more than it appeared.
She glanced his way and saw Lyn smiling back at her. Theyre taking this well, but I supposed if theyve already been coopted, they wouldnt be bothered.
Tala allowed Flow to shrink, so that she wasnt wasting power, but she didnt lower it.
Elnea cleared her throat. Well, this is unfortunate.
You think? Tala tsked. So, what is this? You force Mages to give in to their Archon star, replacing their soul with an arcane construction? Is that the purpose?
Elnea blinked at her. No, child. We verify that the Mage to be elevated hasnt already been subverted. Being subverted before this evaluation is rare, but it does happen.
Tala hesitated. You told me to swallow my star.
And you will, eventually, but every Mage, when they first make a true star, must fight for dominance. We do not allow Mages to discuss their forging process, to keep that a secret. If the Mage does not balk at ingesting the star, then we can gather that they have fallen to it, or more likely another, earlier. There are tests to verify, of course, but they are quite invasive, and not advisable, except at great need.
So, you allow Mages to experience the temptation blind?
Did you want to swallow it?
She hesitated. No?
That gut instinct is what is required. Forewarning actually lowers the number of Mages who succeed. If wed told you not to swallow your star, before you came here, even if wed explained why, is there a chance youd have done it anyways?
Yeah Im not answering that. What Elnea was saying made a sort of sense. It also seems a bit too convenient. Tala narrowed her eyes. So, what now?
Well, generally we would have restrained you, then released you to show our good faith, before explaining all of this. She glared at Grediv, then Holly. We were warned that that might be difficult, but when we confirmed that your defensive layer was absent, it still seemed a reasonable course.
Terry began pacing back and forth in front of Tala, between her and Elnea. The terror bird had shrunk to the size of an incredibly large dog, so as to not block Talas line of sight. He seemed no less protective, however.
Your companion also complicates things, as I doubt we could safely restrain both of you without at least someone being injured, and we are not willing to risk that.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Tala felt another smile tugging at her lips but restrained it. Thats right, Terrys a rusting monster, my rusting monster. So, again I ask: What now?
Elnea sighed. You do not make things easy, do you?
Tala quirked a smile, then. So people keep telling me. She sheathed Flow, and Terry, noticing the action, flickered to sit on her shoulder, small once more.
That terror bird is ancient, Mistress Tala. I dont know what binds him to you, but be careful.
Tala snorted. Says the woman in charge of a room full of Mages who just attacked me.
Elnea seemed to realize something. Were any of the spell-forms directed at you harmful?
Tala thought back. No. They had all been for restraint. No, but if your goal was to coopt me, youd want me alive.
The Archon sighed. To become an Archon in truth, you must soul-bond your own body.
Tala blinked, considering. Thatthat makes sense. It was laughably obvious, now that she thought about it. At the moment, she was technically magic-bound to her body. Huh, Flow is more me, than I amor than my flesh and bones areThats weird. It also lined up with how using the weapon had felt. How do you prevent the star from taking over?
By not allowing the star through your gate. The danger isnt it bonding with your body. The danger is with the star interacting with your soul, supplanting it. Like switching which end of a line is the fixed anchor.
Thatalso made a sort of sense. She didnt know how or why it made sense, but it justdid. Alright.
Elnea sighed, seeming to relax a little. Weve a spell-form, which defends your gate, while you soul-bond your body. In your case, it will be powered by four Archons, because your Archon star is as powerful as they can get. Usually, they are much weaker, and therefore obviously subservient to the soul which forged them. After they are used, the Mage then increases the bonds strength, to that upper limit, before proceeding to the next steps. Youyou forged a star that has more power at its immediate disposal than your own soul. If it wielded that power against you, you would fall to it, rather than it to you, as it should.
That made sense, too, in a way. Thats why you were hesitant, after learning Id made my star within my own body.
Elnea nodded. Precisely. That harkens back to a time when most Archons fell, before we learned to forge them outside ourselves. If it reassures you any, you are welcome to examine the spell-form, before we enact it.
All retained her stature and general features. One had hair as red as new-shed blood. Ones hair was such a dark red that it was almost indistinguishable from black. The final retained her natural, deep, dark-brown hair.
Their eyes all had irises of ruby red. Thats what I felt. I suppose that change happened before I took control.
She could tell that each option was different in half-a-hundred little ways, but the hair was a good overall indicator.
I can change a little, or a lot. She somehow knew that this wasnt the end. She would have chances to make more subtle changes as she continued to advance.
She might have laughed if shed had lungs or a mouth with which to do so. I could change myself as I wished, now. Break bones and force them to heal back in different configurations. I could make my face look like anything I want. But she liked her face. It wasnt perfect, but it was hers.
Similarly, the changes she saw open before her wereodd, and she somehow knew that the less she felt like herself, the harder she would find the next steps.
She chose the version of herself with the fewest changes. The only stark alteration being her eyes, and those somehow seemed proper, if a bit brighter than she expected. For some reason.
As she made her choice, she felt the rightness of it. She had forced her body to mold to her self, instead of allowing her body and Archon star to alter that self.
Hah, another false choice? How did most people pass this? Those other options had been pretty tempting. Maybe, its because of how powerful my star was? She hadnt seen any physical changes in Lyn or Rane. Not that I really examined them that closely
Power fragmented through her, body and soul; her very self, that which she had defended and chosen above all else, felt as if it was being scraped raw.
* * *
Her vision splintered back into normal sight, and she found herself sitting cross-legged on the smooth floor of the same room.
All traces of the spell-forms were gone, and Elnea stood over her, hand outstretched. Rise, Mistress Tala, Blood Archon. First of your title.
Tala swayed, the now familiar feeling of soul-deep tiredness washing over her. It was actually pretty bearable, since she was used to using Flow to work that part of her. As she shifted, moving to take the offered hand, she almost gasped. Her whole body felt alive, more her than ever before. Like Flow does.
It was as if shed been wearing a suit of heavy armor, using gloves to feel about in the dark, and all that had fallen away, leaving her free to experience the world, truly, for the first time.
There werent more sensations, nor were they really stronger. The only descriptor she could apply was that everything felt more real.
Tala finally grasped Elneas hand, but remembered to not actually use it to stand. I dont want to fling the poor woman across the room. That would be embarrassing. Tala nodded her thanks. I really do need to seriously consider how useful the extra weight really is
Let what was witnessed here stand testament to the wisdom of our ways. She is mighty without question, but still, without our added strength, she may have followed a false path. The victory is hers, and part of that was her acceptance of assistance.
Tala quirked a smile, whispering for only the woman to hear. Cementing your power?
Elnea gave her a quick glance, then responded in a low voice, that somehow didnt seem to carry at all. Cementing the value of this Council in their minds. Archons like their freedom. It is good to remind them of the value of working together, even if only to raise up the next generation.
Tala smiled in truth and gave a bow over their still clasped hands. Thank you, Mistress Elnea. She spoke loudly enough for all to hear. They released each others grasps.
Tala heard several people comment on her eyes, likely those with better vision, enhanced or natural. Elnea headed off any issue. Her star fought well, seeking to oust or bend her eternal soul. That fight left obvious signs, just as many of you bear more discreet marks. She gave a half bow to Tala. Welcome, Mistress Tala, to the rank of Archon.
A single, all-pervasive cheer echoed from every Archon present, more like a shout of triumph than a crowds adulation. Tala scanned those around her.
Grediv looked quite smug, clearly pleased with himself about something, and Tala thought she caught hints of quiet comments. Apparently, shed weathered the bond better than anyone had expected, save Grediv apparently.
Thats why Lyn and Rane looked so exhausted. She realized.
She looked to them, seeing happiness in their expressions, and smiled in return.
Tala was about to turn away, to walk towards her fellow new Archons, when Elnea raised her right hand as high as she could reach, palm facing forward. Her left tucked in front of her chest in what Tala recognized as a knife-hand shape, though it wasnt to attack. Instead, that hand looked as if it was resting on an invisible surface, bisecting the woman.
Magic swirled around the Archon, clearly designed to be showy, both to normal vision and mage-sight.
The upraised hand glowed for a moment with a deep, red light. It wasnt Elneas aura but light visible to Talas normal vision. The womans voice lanced out, easily reaching everyone present, and if Tala read the magic correctly, her voice would be carriedsomewhere else, as well. To other Archon councils?
Archons of Humanity: Today, Bandfast welcomes its third new Archon, first of her title: Mistress Tala, Blood Archon. Elnea clenched the upper hand into a fist, and a final burst of magic washed over the room and to the other destinations. Tala received, into her own mind, a picture of herself.
She stood straight, despite being below average in height. She was trim and fit, finding a comfortable middle ground between childishly slim and bulky.
Her hair was pulled into an ordered braid, artfully woven from near her left temple, across the back of her head, to where it blossomed from the base of her skull, near her right shoulder, hanging in front of that side of her chest. And dark brown. Tala felt immensely proud of retaining her natural hair-color, though she couldnt have said exactly why.
Her eyes were now, by far, her most striking feature. They were as brilliant and pure a red as they could possibly be without actually glowing.
Her face was angular without being sharp, and soft without being round. Shed always thought of herself as pretty, rather than beautiful, and this image bore that out. With the addition of her new eye color, however, she was certainly striking.
She had a decidedly hourglass figure and was curvy without it being inconvenient, but she didnt focus on that.
She was clad in her perfectly fitted elk leathers, near-white tunic and thunder-cloud gray pants setting off her skins natural tone. Kit and Flow hung from her black belt, one comfortably resting on each hip.
Oh, I could have, and probably should have, worn one of the formal outfits that Merilin made for me. It was too late for that, by far.
Her bare feet were obvious below the cuffs of her pants, but they were just as obviously intentionally bare.
On all her exposed skin: feet, hands, neck, and head, there was a sheen of gold over her natural skin-color. The spell-forms were far too delicate to be distinguished. Instead, the appearance was almost like a fine mesh of metal had been pulled tight and flawlessly shaped to her every contour. Even her eyes had veils of gold, highlighting their ruby irises.
The look of delicate, precious-metal work, combined with the positively gem-like nature of her eyes, caused her to almost look like a jewelers masterwork.
Throughout the manifestation, power was in evidence. Her aura was distinctly red, and that gave her a thought. Are my eyes red to match my aura, or is it a coincidence? While they were probably red because of the blood medium for the Archon star, only time would tell.
On a more ephemeral level, the woman that she, and everyone else, beheld had a weight of confidence and action, as if she knew where she was going, and may the stars above help any who got in her way.
Talas eyes widened at the brief image, her jaw going slack in shock. Is that really how I look to others? I wish I had that much confidence
She didnt know how to feel, if she was being honest. The impression passed in a heartbeat, but the memory, crystal clear, lingered in her mind.
Elnea grinned, lowering her arm, her magic worked, her job done. Welcome, Mistress Tala, one of us in truth.
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Chapter 90: False Choices
Power exploded from several distinct points around Tala, various workings lashing out towards her, and she reacted on instinct, not waiting until she determined what they were intended to do. Too coordinated. They were expecting me to resist. If that was true, theyd underestimated her. Most of the Archons were simply watching, seeming almost curious.
She channeled power into Flow. The blade swept outward, becoming the wire-thin outline of a sword, surrounding a field of throbbing heat. That transformation took place even as she swung, slicing the first working to come within reach and ending it before it could affect her.
She dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, andwove through the magics sent her way. She cursed her lack of iron salve, even as Flow split the few incoming magics that she couldnt avoid and would otherwise have struck her. The blade sheared through spell-workings like Terry through a pack of murderous woodsmen, leaving the incomplete magic to spark and fizzle out without taking affect.
Terry.
Terry!
Thankfully, they hadnt thrown anything but spell-forms her way. She didnt know how shed handle lightning, or fire, created first, then flung at her. Ill just have to trust in my defensive inscriptions. They werent designed to fight Mages, though, let alone Archons.
She kicked backwards, driving downward to use her weight along with her strength to shatter open the door behind heror she tried. It was somehow incredibly reinforced. The resulting boom shook the walls, causing dust and debris to fill the air. They built this place to contain Mages.
It didnt matter though; her voice had reached him.
Terry appeared on her shoulder.
Bigger, defend me!
He flickered, and was suddenly next to her, already the size of a horse, crouched low. He screeched forth a bellow of challenge, his razor talons sinking into the stone below them with ease.
There was a collective hitch from everyone in the room at Terrys appearance and enlargement. Silence briefly settled, and several watching Archons let out overlapping curses, which blended together to Talas battle deafened ears.
Terry settled down, ready to spring, and called again, low and thrumming, but he didnt attack.
He glanced to Tala, as if in question.
He agreed to not kill anyone without explicit consent from me. Tala found herself smiling, despite the situation at large. Thats some impressive restraint, Terry.
From the side of the room, Rane was laughing, and Tala heard him talking to himself. I knew it. I knew that bird was more than it appeared.
She glanced his way and saw Lyn smiling back at her. Theyre taking this well, but I supposed if theyve already been coopted, they wouldnt be bothered.
Tala allowed Flow to shrink, so that she wasnt wasting power, but she didnt lower it.
Elnea cleared her throat. Well, this is unfortunate.
You think? Tala tsked. So, what is this? You force Mages to give in to their Archon star, replacing their soul with an arcane construction? Is that the purpose?
Elnea blinked at her. No, child. We verify that the Mage to be elevated hasnt already been subverted. Being subverted before this evaluation is rare, but it does happen.
Tala hesitated. You told me to swallow my star.
And you will, eventually, but every Mage, when they first make a true star, must fight for dominance. We do not allow Mages to discuss their forging process, to keep that a secret. If the Mage does not balk at ingesting the star, then we can gather that they have fallen to it, or more likely another, earlier. There are tests to verify, of course, but they are quite invasive, and not advisable, except at great need.
So, you allow Mages to experience the temptation blind?
Did you want to swallow it?
She hesitated. No?
That gut instinct is what is required. Forewarning actually lowers the number of Mages who succeed. If wed told you not to swallow your star, before you came here, even if wed explained why, is there a chance youd have done it anyways?
Yeah Im not answering that. What Elnea was saying made a sort of sense. It also seems a bit too convenient. Tala narrowed her eyes. So, what now?
Well, generally we would have restrained you, then released you to show our good faith, before explaining all of this. She glared at Grediv, then Holly. We were warned that that might be difficult, but when we confirmed that your defensive layer was absent, it still seemed a reasonable course.
Terry began pacing back and forth in front of Tala, between her and Elnea. The terror bird had shrunk to the size of an incredibly large dog, so as to not block Talas line of sight. He seemed no less protective, however.
Your companion also complicates things, as I doubt we could safely restrain both of you without at least someone being injured, and we are not willing to risk that.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Tala felt another smile tugging at her lips but restrained it. Thats right, Terrys a rusting monster, my rusting monster. So, again I ask: What now?
Elnea sighed. You do not make things easy, do you?
Tala quirked a smile, then. So people keep telling me. She sheathed Flow, and Terry, noticing the action, flickered to sit on her shoulder, small once more.
That terror bird is ancient, Mistress Tala. I dont know what binds him to you, but be careful.
Tala snorted. Says the woman in charge of a room full of Mages who just attacked me.
Elnea seemed to realize something. Were any of the spell-forms directed at you harmful?
Tala thought back. No. They had all been for restraint. No, but if your goal was to coopt me, youd want me alive.
The Archon sighed. To become an Archon in truth, you must soul-bond your own body.
Tala blinked, considering. Thatthat makes sense. It was laughably obvious, now that she thought about it. At the moment, she was technically magic-bound to her body. Huh, Flow is more me, than I amor than my flesh and bones areThats weird. It also lined up with how using the weapon had felt. How do you prevent the star from taking over?
By not allowing the star through your gate. The danger isnt it bonding with your body. The danger is with the star interacting with your soul, supplanting it. Like switching which end of a line is the fixed anchor.
Thatalso made a sort of sense. She didnt know how or why it made sense, but it justdid. Alright.
Elnea sighed, seeming to relax a little. Weve a spell-form, which defends your gate, while you soul-bond your body. In your case, it will be powered by four Archons, because your Archon star is as powerful as they can get. Usually, they are much weaker, and therefore obviously subservient to the soul which forged them. After they are used, the Mage then increases the bonds strength, to that upper limit, before proceeding to the next steps. Youyou forged a star that has more power at its immediate disposal than your own soul. If it wielded that power against you, you would fall to it, rather than it to you, as it should.
That made sense, too, in a way. Thats why you were hesitant, after learning Id made my star within my own body.
Elnea nodded. Precisely. That harkens back to a time when most Archons fell, before we learned to forge them outside ourselves. If it reassures you any, you are welcome to examine the spell-form, before we enact it.
All retained her stature and general features. One had hair as red as new-shed blood. Ones hair was such a dark red that it was almost indistinguishable from black. The final retained her natural, deep, dark-brown hair.
Their eyes all had irises of ruby red. Thats what I felt. I suppose that change happened before I took control.
She could tell that each option was different in half-a-hundred little ways, but the hair was a good overall indicator.
I can change a little, or a lot. She somehow knew that this wasnt the end. She would have chances to make more subtle changes as she continued to advance.
She might have laughed if shed had lungs or a mouth with which to do so. I could change myself as I wished, now. Break bones and force them to heal back in different configurations. I could make my face look like anything I want. But she liked her face. It wasnt perfect, but it was hers.
Similarly, the changes she saw open before her wereodd, and she somehow knew that the less she felt like herself, the harder she would find the next steps.
She chose the version of herself with the fewest changes. The only stark alteration being her eyes, and those somehow seemed proper, if a bit brighter than she expected. For some reason.
As she made her choice, she felt the rightness of it. She had forced her body to mold to her self, instead of allowing her body and Archon star to alter that self.
Hah, another false choice? How did most people pass this? Those other options had been pretty tempting. Maybe, its because of how powerful my star was? She hadnt seen any physical changes in Lyn or Rane. Not that I really examined them that closely
Power fragmented through her, body and soul; her very self, that which she had defended and chosen above all else, felt as if it was being scraped raw.
* * *
Her vision splintered back into normal sight, and she found herself sitting cross-legged on the smooth floor of the same room.
All traces of the spell-forms were gone, and Elnea stood over her, hand outstretched. Rise, Mistress Tala, Blood Archon. First of your title.
Tala swayed, the now familiar feeling of soul-deep tiredness washing over her. It was actually pretty bearable, since she was used to using Flow to work that part of her. As she shifted, moving to take the offered hand, she almost gasped. Her whole body felt alive, more her than ever before. Like Flow does.
It was as if shed been wearing a suit of heavy armor, using gloves to feel about in the dark, and all that had fallen away, leaving her free to experience the world, truly, for the first time.
There werent more sensations, nor were they really stronger. The only descriptor she could apply was that everything felt more real.
Tala finally grasped Elneas hand, but remembered to not actually use it to stand. I dont want to fling the poor woman across the room. That would be embarrassing. Tala nodded her thanks. I really do need to seriously consider how useful the extra weight really is
Let what was witnessed here stand testament to the wisdom of our ways. She is mighty without question, but still, without our added strength, she may have followed a false path. The victory is hers, and part of that was her acceptance of assistance.
Tala quirked a smile, whispering for only the woman to hear. Cementing your power?
Elnea gave her a quick glance, then responded in a low voice, that somehow didnt seem to carry at all. Cementing the value of this Council in their minds. Archons like their freedom. It is good to remind them of the value of working together, even if only to raise up the next generation.
Tala smiled in truth and gave a bow over their still clasped hands. Thank you, Mistress Elnea. She spoke loudly enough for all to hear. They released each others grasps.
Tala heard several people comment on her eyes, likely those with better vision, enhanced or natural. Elnea headed off any issue. Her star fought well, seeking to oust or bend her eternal soul. That fight left obvious signs, just as many of you bear more discreet marks. She gave a half bow to Tala. Welcome, Mistress Tala, to the rank of Archon.
A single, all-pervasive cheer echoed from every Archon present, more like a shout of triumph than a crowds adulation. Tala scanned those around her.
Grediv looked quite smug, clearly pleased with himself about something, and Tala thought she caught hints of quiet comments. Apparently, shed weathered the bond better than anyone had expected, save Grediv apparently.
Thats why Lyn and Rane looked so exhausted. She realized.
She looked to them, seeing happiness in their expressions, and smiled in return.
Tala was about to turn away, to walk towards her fellow new Archons, when Elnea raised her right hand as high as she could reach, palm facing forward. Her left tucked in front of her chest in what Tala recognized as a knife-hand shape, though it wasnt to attack. Instead, that hand looked as if it was resting on an invisible surface, bisecting the woman.
Magic swirled around the Archon, clearly designed to be showy, both to normal vision and mage-sight.
The upraised hand glowed for a moment with a deep, red light. It wasnt Elneas aura but light visible to Talas normal vision. The womans voice lanced out, easily reaching everyone present, and if Tala read the magic correctly, her voice would be carriedsomewhere else, as well. To other Archon councils?
Archons of Humanity: Today, Bandfast welcomes its third new Archon, first of her title: Mistress Tala, Blood Archon. Elnea clenched the upper hand into a fist, and a final burst of magic washed over the room and to the other destinations. Tala received, into her own mind, a picture of herself.
She stood straight, despite being below average in height. She was trim and fit, finding a comfortable middle ground between childishly slim and bulky.
Her hair was pulled into an ordered braid, artfully woven from near her left temple, across the back of her head, to where it blossomed from the base of her skull, near her right shoulder, hanging in front of that side of her chest. And dark brown. Tala felt immensely proud of retaining her natural hair-color, though she couldnt have said exactly why.
Her eyes were now, by far, her most striking feature. They were as brilliant and pure a red as they could possibly be without actually glowing.
Her face was angular without being sharp, and soft without being round. Shed always thought of herself as pretty, rather than beautiful, and this image bore that out. With the addition of her new eye color, however, she was certainly striking.
She had a decidedly hourglass figure and was curvy without it being inconvenient, but she didnt focus on that.
She was clad in her perfectly fitted elk leathers, near-white tunic and thunder-cloud gray pants setting off her skins natural tone. Kit and Flow hung from her black belt, one comfortably resting on each hip.
Oh, I could have, and probably should have, worn one of the formal outfits that Merilin made for me. It was too late for that, by far.
Her bare feet were obvious below the cuffs of her pants, but they were just as obviously intentionally bare.
On all her exposed skin: feet, hands, neck, and head, there was a sheen of gold over her natural skin-color. The spell-forms were far too delicate to be distinguished. Instead, the appearance was almost like a fine mesh of metal had been pulled tight and flawlessly shaped to her every contour. Even her eyes had veils of gold, highlighting their ruby irises.
The look of delicate, precious-metal work, combined with the positively gem-like nature of her eyes, caused her to almost look like a jewelers masterwork.
Throughout the manifestation, power was in evidence. Her aura was distinctly red, and that gave her a thought. Are my eyes red to match my aura, or is it a coincidence? While they were probably red because of the blood medium for the Archon star, only time would tell.
On a more ephemeral level, the woman that she, and everyone else, beheld had a weight of confidence and action, as if she knew where she was going, and may the stars above help any who got in her way.
Talas eyes widened at the brief image, her jaw going slack in shock. Is that really how I look to others? I wish I had that much confidence
She didnt know how to feel, if she was being honest. The impression passed in a heartbeat, but the memory, crystal clear, lingered in her mind.
Elnea grinned, lowering her arm, her magic worked, her job done. Welcome, Mistress Tala, one of us in truth.
Chapter 90: False ChoicesPower exploded from several distinct points around Tala, various workings lashing out towards her, and she reacted on instinct, not waiting until she determined what they were intended to do. Too coordinated. They were expecting me to resist. If that was true, theyd underestimated her. Most of the Archons were simply watching, seeming almost curious.She channeled power into Flow. The blade swept outward, becoming the wire-thin outline of a sword, surrounding a field of throbbing heat. That transformation took place even as she swung, slicing the first working to come within reach and ending it before it could affect her.She dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, andwove through the magics sent her way. She cursed her lack of iron salve, even as Flow split the few incoming magics that she couldnt avoid and would otherwise have struck her. The blade sheared through spell-workings like Terry through a pack of murderous woodsmen, leaving the incomplete magic to spark and fizzle out without taking affect.Terry.Terry!Thankfully, they hadnt thrown anything but spell-forms her way. She didnt know how shed handle lightning, or fire, created first, then flung at her. Ill just have to trust in my defensive inscriptions. They werent designed to fight Mages, though, let alone Archons.She kicked backwards, driving downward to use her weight along with her strength to shatter open the door behind heror she tried. It was somehow incredibly reinforced. The resulting boom shook the walls, causing dust and debris to fill the air. They built this place to contain Mages.It didnt matter though; her voice had reached him.Terry appeared on her shoulder.Bigger, defend me!He flickered, and was suddenly next to her, already the size of a horse, crouched low. He screeched forth a bellow of challenge, his razor talons sinking into the stone below them with ease.There was a collective hitch from everyone in the room at Terrys appearance and enlargement. Silence briefly settled, and several watching Archons let out overlapping curses, which blended together to Talas battle deafened ears.Terry settled down, ready to spring, and called again, low and thrumming, but he didnt attack.He glanced to Tala, as if in question.He agreed to not kill anyone without explicit consent from me. Tala found herself smiling, despite the situation at large. Thats some impressive restraint, Terry.From the side of the room, Rane was laughing, and Tala heard him talking to himself. I knew it. I knew that bird was more than it appeared.She glanced his way and saw Lyn smiling back at her. Theyre taking this well, but I supposed if theyve already been coopted, they wouldnt be bothered.Tala allowed Flow to shrink, so that she wasnt wasting power, but she didnt lower it.Elnea cleared her throat. Well, this is unfortunate.You think? Tala tsked. So, what is this? You force Mages to give in to their Archon star, replacing their soul with an arcane construction? Is that the purpose?Elnea blinked at her. No, child. We verify that the Mage to be elevated hasnt already been subverted. Being subverted before this evaluation is rare, but it does happen.Tala hesitated. You told me to swallow my star.And you will, eventually, but every Mage, when they first make a true star, must fight for dominance. We do not allow Mages to discuss their forging process, to keep that a secret. If the Mage does not balk at ingesting the star, then we can gather that they have fallen to it, or more likely another, earlier. There are tests to verify, of course, but they are quite invasive, and not advisable, except at great need.So, you allow Mages to experience the temptation blind?Did you want to swallow it?She hesitated. No?That gut instinct is what is required. Forewarning actually lowers the number of Mages who succeed. If wed told you not to swallow your star, before you came here, even if wed explained why, is there a chance youd have done it anyways?Yeah Im not answering that. What Elnea was saying made a sort of sense. It also seems a bit too convenient. Tala narrowed her eyes. So, what now?Well, generally we would have restrained you, then released you to show our good faith, before explaining all of this. She glared at Grediv, then Holly. We were warned that that might be difficult, but when we confirmed that your defensive layer was absent, it still seemed a reasonable course.Terry began pacing back and forth in front of Tala, between her and Elnea. The terror bird had shrunk to the size of an incredibly large dog, so as to not block Talas line of sight. He seemed no less protective, however.Your companion also complicates things, as I doubt we could safely restrain both of you without at least someone being injured, and we are not willing to risk that.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.Tala felt another smile tugging at her lips but restrained it. Thats right, Terrys a rusting monster, my rusting monster. So, again I ask: What now?Elnea sighed. You do not make things easy, do you?Tala quirked a smile, then. So people keep telling me. She sheathed Flow, and Terry, noticing the action, flickered to sit on her shoulder, small once more.That terror bird is ancient, Mistress Tala. I dont know what binds him to you, but be careful.Tala snorted. Says the woman in charge of a room full of Mages who just attacked me.Elnea seemed to realize something. Were any of the spell-forms directed at you harmful?Tala thought back. No. They had all been for restraint. No, but if your goal was to coopt me, youd want me alive.The Archon sighed. To become an Archon in truth, you must soul-bond your own body.Tala blinked, considering. Thatthat makes sense. It was laughably obvious, now that she thought about it. At the moment, she was technically magic-bound to her body. Huh, Flow is more me, than I amor than my flesh and bones areThats weird. It also lined up with how using the weapon had felt. How do you prevent the star from taking over?By not allowing the star through your gate. The danger isnt it bonding with your body. The danger is with the star interacting with your soul, supplanting it. Like switching which end of a line is the fixed anchor.Thatalso made a sort of sense. She didnt know how or why it made sense, but it justdid. Alright.Elnea sighed, seeming to relax a little. Weve a spell-form, which defends your gate, while you soul-bond your body. In your case, it will be powered by four Archons, because your Archon star is as powerful as they can get. Usually, they are much weaker, and therefore obviously subservient to the soul which forged them. After they are used, the Mage then increases the bonds strength, to that upper limit, before proceeding to the next steps. Youyou forged a star that has more power at its immediate disposal than your own soul. If it wielded that power against you, you would fall to it, rather than it to you, as it should.That made sense, too, in a way. Thats why you were hesitant, after learning Id made my star within my own body.Elnea nodded. Precisely. That harkens back to a time when most Archons fell, before we learned to forge them outside ourselves. If it reassures you any, you are welcome to examine the spell-form, before we enact it.All retained her stature and general features. One had hair as red as new-shed blood. Ones hair was such a dark red that it was almost indistinguishable from black. The final retained her natural, deep, dark-brown hair.Their eyes all had irises of ruby red. Thats what I felt. I suppose that change happened before I took control.She could tell that each option was different in half-a-hundred little ways, but the hair was a good overall indicator.I can change a little, or a lot. She somehow knew that this wasnt the end. She would have chances to make more subtle changes as she continued to advance.She might have laughed if shed had lungs or a mouth with which to do so. I could change myself as I wished, now. Break bones and force them to heal back in different configurations. I could make my face look like anything I want. But she liked her face. It wasnt perfect, but it was hers.Similarly, the changes she saw open before her wereodd, and she somehow knew that the less she felt like herself, the harder she would find the next steps.She chose the version of herself with the fewest changes. The only stark alteration being her eyes, and those somehow seemed proper, if a bit brighter than she expected. For some reason.As she made her choice, she felt the rightness of it. She had forced her body to mold to her self, instead of allowing her body and Archon star to alter that self.Hah, another false choice? How did most people pass this? Those other options had been pretty tempting. Maybe, its because of how powerful my star was? She hadnt seen any physical changes in Lyn or Rane. Not that I really examined them that closelyPower fragmented through her, body and soul; her very self, that which she had defended and chosen above all else, felt as if it was being scraped raw.* * *Her vision splintered back into normal sight, and she found herself sitting cross-legged on the smooth floor of the same room.All traces of the spell-forms were gone, and Elnea stood over her, hand outstretched. Rise, Mistress Tala, Blood Archon. First of your title.Tala swayed, the now familiar feeling of soul-deep tiredness washing over her. It was actually pretty bearable, since she was used to using Flow to work that part of her. As she shifted, moving to take the offered hand, she almost gasped. Her whole body felt alive, more her than ever before. Like Flow does.It was as if shed been wearing a suit of heavy armor, using gloves to feel about in the dark, and all that had fallen away, leaving her free to experience the world, truly, for the first time.There werent more sensations, nor were they really stronger. The only descriptor she could apply was that everything felt more real.Tala finally grasped Elneas hand, but remembered to not actually use it to stand. I dont want to fling the poor woman across the room. That would be embarrassing. Tala nodded her thanks. I really do need to seriously consider how useful the extra weight really isLet what was witnessed here stand testament to the wisdom of our ways. She is mighty without question, but still, without our added strength, she may have followed a false path. The victory is hers, and part of that was her acceptance of assistance.Tala quirked a smile, whispering for only the woman to hear. Cementing your power?Elnea gave her a quick glance, then responded in a low voice, that somehow didnt seem to carry at all. Cementing the value of this Council in their minds. Archons like their freedom. It is good to remind them of the value of working together, even if only to raise up the next generation.Tala smiled in truth and gave a bow over their still clasped hands. Thank you, Mistress Elnea. She spoke loudly enough for all to hear. They released each others grasps.Tala heard several people comment on her eyes, likely those with better vision, enhanced or natural. Elnea headed off any issue. Her star fought well, seeking to oust or bend her eternal soul. That fight left obvious signs, just as many of you bear more discreet marks. She gave a half bow to Tala. Welcome, Mistress Tala, to the rank of Archon.A single, all-pervasive cheer echoed from every Archon present, more like a shout of triumph than a crowds adulation. Tala scanned those around her.Grediv looked quite smug, clearly pleased with himself about something, and Tala thought she caught hints of quiet comments. Apparently, shed weathered the bond better than anyone had expected, save Grediv apparently.Thats why Lyn and Rane looked so exhausted. She realized.She looked to them, seeing happiness in their expressions, and smiled in return.Tala was about to turn away, to walk towards her fellow new Archons, when Elnea raised her right hand as high as she could reach, palm facing forward. Her left tucked in front of her chest in what Tala recognized as a knife-hand shape, though it wasnt to attack. Instead, that hand looked as if it was resting on an invisible surface, bisecting the woman.Magic swirled around the Archon, clearly designed to be showy, both to normal vision and mage-sight.The upraised hand glowed for a moment with a deep, red light. It wasnt Elneas aura but light visible to Talas normal vision. The womans voice lanced out, easily reaching everyone present, and if Tala read the magic correctly, her voice would be carriedsomewhere else, as well. To other Archon councils?Archons of Humanity: Today, Bandfast welcomes its third new Archon, first of her title: Mistress Tala, Blood Archon. Elnea clenched the upper hand into a fist, and a final burst of magic washed over the room and to the other destinations. Tala received, into her own mind, a picture of herself.She stood straight, despite being below average in height. She was trim and fit, finding a comfortable middle ground between childishly slim and bulky.Her hair was pulled into an ordered braid, artfully woven from near her left temple, across the back of her head, to where it blossomed from the base of her skull, near her right shoulder, hanging in front of that side of her chest. And dark brown. Tala felt immensely proud of retaining her natural hair-color, though she couldnt have said exactly why.Her eyes were now, by far, her most striking feature. They were as brilliant and pure a red as they could possibly be without actually glowing.Her face was angular without being sharp, and soft without being round. Shed always thought of herself as pretty, rather than beautiful, and this image bore that out. With the addition of her new eye color, however, she was certainly striking.She had a decidedly hourglass figure and was curvy without it being inconvenient, but she didnt focus on that.She was clad in her perfectly fitted elk leathers, near-white tunic and thunder-cloud gray pants setting off her skins natural tone. Kit and Flow hung from her black belt, one comfortably resting on each hip.Oh, I could have, and probably should have, worn one of the formal outfits that Merilin made for me. It was too late for that, by far.Her bare feet were obvious below the cuffs of her pants, but they were just as obviously intentionally bare.On all her exposed skin: feet, hands, neck, and head, there was a sheen of gold over her natural skin-color. The spell-forms were far too delicate to be distinguished. Instead, the appearance was almost like a fine mesh of metal had been pulled tight and flawlessly shaped to her every contour. Even her eyes had veils of gold, highlighting their ruby irises.The look of delicate, precious-metal work, combined with the positively gem-like nature of her eyes, caused her to almost look like a jewelers masterwork.Throughout the manifestation, power was in evidence. Her aura was distinctly red, and that gave her a thought. Are my eyes red to match my aura, or is it a coincidence? While they were probably red because of the blood medium for the Archon star, only time would tell.On a more ephemeral level, the woman that she, and everyone else, beheld had a weight of confidence and action, as if she knew where she was going, and may the stars above help any who got in her way.Talas eyes widened at the brief image, her jaw going slack in shock. Is that really how I look to others? I wish I had that much confidenceShe didnt know how to feel, if she was being honest. The impression passed in a heartbeat, but the memory, crystal clear, lingered in her mind.Elnea grinned, lowering her arm, her magic worked, her job done. Welcome, Mistress Tala, one of us in truth.
