Thousand Years of Sleep

Careful what you wish for

The truth about the elan race was revealed to Sanak sooner than he thought. And it was an outrage. Somebody had built a machine to fabricate living beings. Artificially grow bodies and lure souls of dead creatures into them. Still, looking past the entirely justified anger and disgust at the thought of somebody twisting the laws of the world to such a degree, he had to admit Z’ol was at least partially right. The elans had no choice in being what they were but, regardless of their origins, they were a race of the world now. And sentencing a whole race to a slow death, and denying them even the most basic rights of a living thing was a crime every bit as hideous as allowing them to exist in the first place, and not the privilege of a mortal being to decide anyway.

The moment he stepped into the machine, the spirits sent him a sign. By making his spirit take the form of a young Keja, who had not yet imposed his will and ‘superior ways’ on countless tribes all across the land they made it pretty clear he was once again at a crossroad of similar magnitude and, he hoped, an opportunity to make up for any mistakes of the past. This time he would not lead or force. He would advise and aid. He would help Z’ol fix the machine on the condition they would work together to ensure minimum damage to the natural order of things and that new elans would only be made from willing souls.

The machine also revealed the true nature of the two elans’ souls. Z’ol was some sort of devil, which surprised Sanak little. He had certainly proved both cunning and reliable enough, even if he claimed that under normal circumstances an elan wouldn’t remember anything about the soul powering it. Evelyin on the other hand was a loose cannon. She apparently drew her power from Takishis, or part of it at least. Containing the essence of a god was bound to be no easy task, and that probably explained her day to day behavior. Sanak promised himself to watch her closely, provide any form of aid possible and take decisive action if necessary, as, should Takhisis’ full personality manage to emerge, he had little doubt the people around would be left with two choices: obey or die, and he wasn’t very keen to experience either.

Also, Malik took the presence of Takishis surprisingly well. Whether it was out of restraint, repressed anger, practical sense or whatever other kind of plan Malik’s mind was no doubt hatching, Sanak was planning on talking to his friend about it. But first they needed to find a way out the damaged machine’s mind.



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