Amari didn’t like hearing the way Castiels voice changed when he talked about the hoomans, and the other races. She didn’t like the way his tone darkened and his eyes narrowed. It frightened her. She could see and sense a hatred welling inside him, one that she feared would hurt him. “Castiel…” Her voice filled with concern, she turned to him. Squeezing his hand tighter. “Come back? You’re not going anywhere are you? This is the third time you have mentioned going away.” Castiel shrugged in response. “Castiel we need you here. We’re still in the process of writing out the Ar’Tuel tomes.”
She offered him a small laugh in an attempt to ease the tension that had began to stir between the two. “I am horrible at writing.” She lifted her hand up as she imitated the practised motions, as though she held a quill in hand. “I can’t ever get the loops right. It’s so fascinating though. Writing...leaving behind physical impressions of our ideals and hopes. Our teachings and our way of life.” She leaned backward. Her glowing gaze lifting toward the sky above. “It’s beautiful, and it’s why I’m ok with the knowledge that one day, my time here will end, because I know I will live on in these tomes, and in the memories of the other Ar’Tuel.”
“I don’t want you to disappear Amari.” Castiel hissed. “I don’t want any of us to.” He stood, still aggravated. “I’ll go get Alkieh.”
Amari nodded, pursing her lips as she watched him gracefully hop off the tree and storm off toward one of the hooman-made clearings where Arkieh resided. Now that Arkieh had bound himself to a physical form - he required shelter, and lived amongst some of the hoomans.
It hurt Amari’s chest to see Castiel this way. She watched him from his first moments of existence, she watched him flourish. She watched him grow. His abilities were unmatched, even by her and the 2nd born - Alkieh. “Castiel…” She whispered softly, “I wish there was a way I could help that pain growing inside of you.” She didn’t understand his feelings or sentiments, but she wanted to. She had tried to - but she just didn’t see the absolute destruction that Castiel promised.
No species could possibly be that stupid.
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A century had passed, and just as Castiel predicted, the Ar Tuel were driven from their homes. Some were captured and used as an energy resource, others had their very souls sucked dry by magicians and alchemists, harvested for their powerful mana and life energy.
The Ar’Tuel tomes, six in total were scattered across the lands of Althanas, in the hands of the Ar’Tuel who gained physical bodies.
It wasn’t a war, it was a massacre.
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