Command walks into the room. Dust covers the floors, almost like there hasn’t been anything in here for millennia.
“I’m back” he says quietly.
He approaches the center of the room, surrounded by thirteen stone slabs. Faded names on all but one of them. The central most stone slab is still smooth.
The light from the entrance starts to fade out. The sky above is no longer the one they know. It warps, reverting to the celestial tapestry of a bygone existence.
Command’s green eyes illuminated the now pitch black room, not that it made much of a difference to begin with.
This was his legacy. They were his foundation. The hope for the future.
You can only do so much with an eternal existence.
Command stood there. He stood there for a very long time. Even if time mattered to him, he wouldn’t have been able to tell how much time passed.
Five minutes, ten minutes, one hour, twelve? Nobody would be able to figure it out.
After that time passed, a tear formed in his right eye. That tear slid down the crystals covering his face. It had been 200 years since he had last visited this place.
Command slowly sat down cross-legged at the center of the room and closed his eyes. The vestige sky shines brighter outside. His breathing calms further. The Sound of an Ancient Bell echoes through the air. The sound of the bell was sombre.
It only tolled once, but that one toll was more than enough.
When the sound reverberated out. With the base of Command’s right palm he slammed it onto the ground. The dust fell back in a shockwave, eventually getting blown out of the door.
The ground below started to glow brightly in an insignia like pattern.
The time for one incense stick to burn passed before Command spoke once more.
“My Friends, It has been too long since I last talked to you. Please, I would like to make a request”
Command never needs to request things from people anymore. He can do what he likes, but he spoke with a respectful tone. The dead deserve respect. They should be allowed to rest with ease. The dead should be looked after, have no obligations to duties, nothing tying them to the reality. They are the parted.
But these weren’t normal graves. These were the graves the first High Council members were buried in. They were aware there were always duties that would hold some Karma to reality.
Though they had special arrangements with their respective afterlives. The Karma of the High Council is not something easily removed from the soul. Especially for these twelve.
“Two Hundred Years” said a low voice that could still strike fear into the hearts many spoke.
A beautiful voice echoed right after
“We Thought You Had Forgotten Us”
Command opened his eyes and stared at the two left most slabs. Reminiscence flickering through his eyes.
“You said you had a request for us, Founder” a low and raspy voice responded.
Command stood up. The sadness in his eyes could not be hidden from these people.