Chapter 47: The Tragedy Of Tyros
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POV: Astaros
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The medallion dropped from Christenes hand in shock as she covered her mouth and her eyes widened.
I stepped forward, a hand outstretched but stopped and i curled my clanking metallic fingers back as realization spread throughout my mind.
This was not my modern homeworld of earth where things like the idea and concept of deities were widely contested.
Telos itself was crafted by the hands of the divine and their existence was not speculation but fact. I was an outsider so I had failed to consider what would happen if I went against the creators of what these people knew. Why prepare to fight something that favored you? I, someone who has no trust in the high powers and their meddling nature, prepare for the day they directly intervene with my existence. However no one knows what I did that day when I drove off three goddesses.
This was equivalent to saying you would fight a tsunami with your bare hands, or skip tectonic plates across the surface of the earth. It was considered impossible and given the subject, blasphemy.
It was simple heresy to even consider fighting the goddesses of Telos.
This truth was plastered all across the face of Christine.
"Do you realize the level of insanity you are proposing?" {Christine}
Her voiced echoed throughout the storage room as genuine fear and anxiety creeped into her words. Was I being arrogant? Possibly. Perhaps really and truly they were unbeatable in the truest sense of the word.
But if that was true they would be uncontested. They would not bicker nor fight. A battle is worthless without the possibility of loss or gain. The ideologies of this world would not wage silent wars of faith and prayer against each other unless it was possible to cause losses against the goddesses.
Thus perhaps they were unkillable.
But they were definitely not uncontestable.
"Indeed. And I am willing to go down this route." {Astaros}
She sighed, her red eyes seeming hollow as she began to speak.
"Do you know the story of the Tyros catastrophe?" {Christene}
I raised an eyebrow as I mulled over the words spoken.
I had seen many titles and read many books during my time within the library of the guild and during a visit to the church I had the chance to read some of the history of this world, however skewed and biased said history may be.
And yet I had never heard of such an incident.
"I can see you don't. And I don't blame you." {Christine}
Christine sat down in her chair heavily and exhaled before beginning her story.
"When I was a little girl, Raven told me stories of times long past, Heroes once born, adorned with capes and armor, and Villians long fallen, their tombs becoming places of wealth and their legends as grand as their defeats. Of goddesses, monsters and all that was in between. These were all stories I grew up on.
But they weren't stories.
They were history.
Hard fact.
And when I had learned this there was one I refused to believe.
The heretics could not transcribe it and the godly refused to speak of it.
The story of the Tyros catastrophe.
When the world was young and the gods knew not peace, a battle between their number took place. Theadris the goddess of war and glory and Saphraties the goddess of Thunder, Fire and Metal traded blows within the realm of the divine. Unyielding they fought for years, seething amongst the skies and tearing their own realms asunder. Their battle lasted so long and was so vicious and brutal that it tore down the barrier between realms and they came crashing to Telos's second continent, Tyros.
Their divine presence annihilated the surface of Tyros and killed its people in the blink of an eye, churning the surrounding seas into a boiling hell.
Their blows, which they exchanged faster than time could comprehend and would remain for a hundred years after, were felt through the shuddering earth and the starless sky.
It was a disaster of epic proportions.
Only by the intervention of the goddess of materialism, Dia Di Astroth, was a full calamity avoided.
The goddess of knowledge and script Lydia then made it into a law of the world.
This battle shall never be transcribed into the books of Telos's history.
And thus historians, and scribes could not write the story of their battle and it was likely hoped that such an embarrassment by the goddesses would be forgotten by the inhabitants of the now sole continent Tyron. However through word of mouth, the story remains a way to dissuade the heretical.
And when both came to their senses, Saphraties cried tears of molten metal, while Theadris, blood and Ichor.
These were the materials that were used to reinforce Tyron to prevent such a disaster from ever happening again." {Christine}
My mind whirled at the knowledge I had been granted. Immediately after hearing it could not be transcribed I attempted to get the damage core to transcribe it within the soul scape and it could not.
The reasons being it was a law of the world and that it was incapable of doing so in the first place.
So though my experiment was flawed I received the answer I sought. This was a true story.
The idea that the goddesses could create hundred year after-images in a simple trading of blows was incredibly disconcerting and would indeed dissuade someone without my level of experience.
However…
"So then why did they wage such a battle if not to prove their own mortality to one another? Conflict is for loss and gain. If there is no way to lose or gain in a conflict, it is meaningless. The sheer fact that they fought means that in some way they are vulnerable in some fashion to each other they can be damaged and defeated. And you know what? I wouldn't be so cowardly to not say I am capable of entering their number and standing amongst them." {Astaros}
Christine's eyes shot up as I stared at her, my eyes unwavering.
"I have my own divinity Christine. The energy that runs through these medallions is nothing less than my own, and while they are imperfect I will see to it that one day it will allow me to face down the creators of this world. However…"
Her face which conveyed an obvious shock suddenly snapped back to reality as the medallion she had dropped began to shake and rattle against the floor, before flying up into my hand and in a scarlet flash, disappearing.
"I will not offer you something offensive to your beliefs. I have no right to do so." {Astaros}
'As an outsider and as your friend.' {Astaros}
She exhaled and placed her hand to her head.
"Your too much you know that?" {Christine}
She shook her head and laughed.
"I tell you how a group of beings can commit genocide through their simple existence and you have the confidence to say that shows that they are vulnerable!?! Where does that level of confidence come from?" {Christine}
Silence emanated throughout the storage room as she looked up at me, her crimson red eyes searching my silver ones for the answers she so desperately sought.
"Experience. I have seen a lot and my mind has come to the conclusion they are beatable. While I have no intention of hunting them, I can see that they can be fought and be defeated. It was a simple decision to come to." {Astaros}
Christine stared at me in surprise, her mouth slightly agape as she processed my words.
Finally it closed and for the first time in a while I heard her giggle lightly, and saw her pure smile.
"I wish I could be like that as well." {Christine}
It was a whisper of yearning almost indiscernible to the silence surrounding them and yet Astaros took these words and filed them away.
Her hand then reached out and she showed me her open palm.
"I would like one of these Aegis Medallions." {Christine}
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