. Misha and Hughes faced him, equally contemplative. Misha again looking skeptical into the eyes of her new friend Bo, who appeared to regularly suffer fits of extreme poise and diction. Like he was talking infant of massive amounts of people.“ In a world where fairies may very well exist, I should think their tales bear some probable cause"
Dazuma said leering over his diagram
Dazuma thought back to the times where his father read him bedtime stories. Bestiary on all kinds of beast large and small. The lore around different said to be mythological. But everything about Bo's own lineage was shrouded in such an expression. Jyn...
Misha nodded, Hughes only responded with a chuckle. There was something to these two that he didn’t see in anyone else among the masses of those he lectured to. Everyone who he had spoken with before just wanted to learn, these wanted to learn and do something with their knowledge. Maybe they were the ones he saw… in that vision."I believe the Pillars will rise..."
He said gripping his pen, his eyes glinting with a serious gleam.
Who were looking upon Dazuma rather inquisitively. This figure Bo was peculiar indeed.The destruction of Kemet was a mere sign? Dazuma couldn’t believe it. Things that the horseman was capable of on mere whims. It was not something he could stuff in his subconscious. His brow furrowed with determination, he rose from his seat.
" Though despair and darkness might seek to enfold me, I will tear through with Lucio in my heart and Umina in my hand..."
A mantra that had been passed down through the house of Ri'ore. A banter of courage, a call of victory and perseverance. Dazuma might have been somewhat of an idealist when it came to how he viewed things. But he truly believed that holding fast to one's sense of hope was the key to overcoming all adversity. Even one as foreboding as the Horsemen. He looked to Misha and gave a warm smile then back to Hughes.
“You are correct Bo, but could you sit down? My documents…”
"We have hope, as empty as that may sound it is the one thing that Vescrutia has always dared to do, to make the impossible possible. Is this not the goal of every Scholar? To touch the face of things unknown?"
Misha scrambled among the floor to pick up the delicate diagrams and papers in Hughe’s possession. What had gotten into her friend? He showed no signs of stopping.A fire was gurgling inside him.
Suddenly Dazuma realized that he wasn’t looking at Hughes, Misha, or the Neovian Arcadium anymore. He was looking upon Vescrutia from space. Watching the suns and moons dance around the mother planet in a celestial waltz."Darkness will always be met with a light, The Pillars have no choice but to erupt to meet what is fated, wielding Hope like a blade, an explosion of liberating chaos to destroy the Horsemen's draconian order."
Dazuma drifted towards days of living under his brothers rule. The totalitarian ways of a monarchy. The overwhelming sense of duty to go and claim knowledge that would lead to gifting him with usurping and ending that system. He had to be the one ...he was the Only one that deserved that honor. His Birthright.
“You remind me…”
A voice called out to him, familiar and foreign. As the cosmic entities spun faster and faster a flash of light flooded Dazumas vision as Vescrutia regarded him by name.
“Dazuma, it is not secret that you are destined for great purpose. Like 42nd Pillar you walk the path of the Recorder. It’s time to uncover the truth. And it begins with a single question…”
And like that he was back…
“Bo… sit down! You’re acting strange.”
"Counselor, do you think there would be any places spanning back 20,000 years to deal with nomadiac lightning mages?"
The Denkou had no recorded access to their lives during the second Astral Year a time period where they still walked the face of the Mother barefoot across her expanse longing for a place to root themselves. How was it that such a long-standing kingdom not have awareness of its beginnings. They would have him think that life started with the Emerald King. But he knew this not to be true. It was one of the few gems of the pre-golden age of Denkou truth he held with him. The secrets gnawed at him, what was he ignorant of?
Misha whispered, she was looking upon Dazuma like he was… well… crazy. Talk of the end of times suddenly caused this man to stand from his seat? What was going on. Hughes on the other hand paid it no mind, he appeared far too obsessed with the organized chaos of his documents.
“Oh, there are many nomadic tribes across the planet. There is however group hard at work who’s putting together an anthology of the Nomadic Cultures of Vescrutia. I forget their names, one of them never stops drawing in their sketch book. A group of promising young students truly, perhaps you could ask them the natures of your discovery. My speciality is astronomy.”
Misha nearly got up from her seat too. She couldn’t believe it to come full circle like this.
“Wait… counselor you said-“
“That my specialty is astronomy? Yes I’m not that much of a historian but-“
“No, the students who are studying what Bo is. There’s three of them right? One with tattoo’s on his forearms? One that never stops drawing? Bo…”
She turned to face Bo who could only understand the implications of what she was thinking. The students they just met were the alleged experts in Bo’s field of inquiry.