Having completed another life stage, that is what we're doing. Given the first room's fleshy wall and general shape, it was the start of life. We moved back to the crystal room from the classroom, then down the last tunnel that had yet to go through. Originally, a cold carved stone with a hole missing in the center was large enough for a person to step through. Now, with a swirling blue portal.
Having stepped through another portal, we were asked several small questions, most of them ethical, but I failed to recall most of them. We had a few questions we needed to ask each other. That one was a test of understanding, and I was paired with Azyel. It was surprisingly, Azyel and I agreed oagreedn a few of the topics or how to deal with a situation given to us, but noticeably, what we didn't agree on was more about the lines we wouldn't cross.
Given the Princess's view and her pregnancy, nothing struck me as out of the blue. It only made sense that we would see those themes as the Shard continued to warp reality around us.
What I hadn't expected was finding the unconscious bodies of our companions. Collecting our friends and companions, we went further into the depths of the ever-changing palace. If I had to describe the room, we had entered. It might have been the palace's dungeon or what had been the dungeon. The cold stone had a bluish tone to it.
Several doors were in this room, but looking inside. A stone table in each room, each custom fitted with neck and leg restraints, and handcuffs on the far back wall that could be pulled from the wall to the table. Collectively, I think we all knew what he had to do, but instantly putting the unconscious companions on those tables was a bit much. So we tested some things. It seemed the door would remain open as long as there was more than one person inside; the handcuffs on the wall would remain unless someone was on the table. So somehow I had been convinced by Azyel, which I should have known better, to be chained up on the stone slab.
Not the elf I would have liked putting cuffs on me.
That seemed to work. As soon as the door was shut, they couldn't hear me, and I could hear them. I assume they had placed their meaningful unconscious bodies in the other stone slabs. Leaving through another portal and returning to somewhere in the palace, I couldn't even communicate with Celuriel through our telepathic bond inside the room. It would have been nice to have some form of company…besides Silver. Who, upon realizing I was alone, was singing some traven tune. If the blade had not been indestructible, I would have melted it by now.
A voice whispered in my ear not long after I assumed they had left. It was a voice I had heard before; the Avatar spoke.
You're an interesting one, Pharasma's chosen. I like you. I want to see what you can do. Why don't you play with the others? We can show them what you learned here... later.
"Yes, as long as Celu is not hurt," I said to the voice, not really where the voice was coming from. There was a bit of glee? Interest in their next
Then play with them! Fight with them. I'll even give you a little secret that you're not meant to hear yet - she's lying about the loneliness.
At those words, I was back in the room where we had first seen the child Azsire with almost everyone else. Celuriel was gone for some reason, and the other didn't know where she was going. However, it looked like they were about to get into a fight. Peeking through the door, telling us about swarms and knights of stained glass. I cannot remember exactly who had peeked through, but they mentioned our friends were out there but different. Celuriel included.
With spells cast, we flung open and charged. My attention was immediately drawn to the ghostly elf shuttering and jerking around unnaturally. Like shifting in and out of time. Speeding up and slowing down with some ethereal grace. Fragments of crystalized time floated around her, showing moments of her life. I had flung myself over the stair, sword drawn.
The twisted incarnation of time that was my wife jerked their head my way as my sword swung at her. Fragments of time that floated around her slammed together to form her scythe. Each used a single hand as we swung. Blue sparks clashed as Silver met the scythe.
The false Celuriel placed a hand on my chest as our blades were locked, but I had felt some self lay against my arm, a ghost hand as the world went dark.