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Saint harrumphed. "This is why I prefer pigeons to people," he muttered.
Saint harrumphed. "This is why I prefer pigeons to people," he muttered.
==VII. Salvation==
The datapad hit the tiled floor with a sharp crack as it slipped from [[Eido, Daughter of Misraaks|Eido]]'s shaking hands. Jumping to her feet, she scrambled to pick it up, inspecting hurriedly for damage. Her shoulders slumped slightly as her eyes landed on the thin fracture across its face.
Eido took a breath, [[Ether]] hissing through her rebreather. It didn't calm her.
She stood within one of the half-ruined rooms of the [[Eliksni Quarter]]. Privacy was a luxury in this place, and Eido took it where she could. Now, staring at her datapad, she was even more grateful for the quiet.
[[Eramis, Kell of Darkness|Eramis]] had heard Eido recording her [[Scribe]]'s logs. What else had Eramis intercepted? All of [[House Light]]'s communications? The petitions to the [[City]] for supplies, the transactions for [[The Ether Tank]], her [[Mithrax, Kell of Light|father]]'s instructions to his people?
Eido knew that this wasn't possible—or shouldn't be. But her Scribe's logs were unencrypted. She realized now how naïve that had been.
She took another breath. Eido had reached out to Eramis before, calling for [[Fallen|Eliksni]] unity, and did not think she would receive a reply. But now she knew that Eramis had listened. The Kell had reached out in turn. When Eramis interrupted her Scribe's log, there had been pain in her voice. A pain Eido had never known—a pain she realized her father had tried to keep from her.
"Eido," Misraaks said, appearing at the threshold of the door. His voice was gentle, but Eido flinched nonetheless as her thoughts broke apart. It was worse, somehow, hearing him speak gently. She turned over the cracked datapad, as if to hide what had just transpired.
"Yes, Misraakskel?" she answered, too clipped. He bowed his head. Eido stared at her father's silhouette offset by the crumbling building.
Silence hung between them for too long a moment.
"[[The Guardian]] has returned," he said, eyes averted. "We have collected another relic."
Even now, there was so much unsaid.
"A relic of [[Nezarec]]," she finished flatly for him. He had known since the beginning. He had known and he had lied, while Eramis had not turned away from the truth.
Misraaks said nothing. Eido had been insulted, hurt—and she knew deep down, he would not apologize for any of it.
"I will study it once I am finished with my Scribe's log," Eido said. She turned away from him, and soon, her father's footsteps faded.
She looked back to the datapad as if Eramis would speak to her again, now that Misraaks had left. But there was nothing. Eido sighed, her thoughts still racing.
Eramis had said she could not turn away from her violence or her vengeance. Eido did not believe that—she could not believe it. This violence was not the Kell's spirit. Eido had to find the part of Eramis that did not rage at the past. Eido had to show the Kell of Darkness a future.
Silently, the Scribe of House Light began piecing together the coordinates to the next hideout herself.
==VIII. Herealways==
The console went dark. The message had ended. [[Eramis, Kell of Darkness|Eramis]] knew there would not be another.
"Come home, Eramis."
Eramis closed her eyes. The words settled into the Kell's thoughts. They were heavy. Sharp. She felt herself bleed with them. She had begged for death in the moment that [[Mithrax, Kell of Light|Misraaks]]'s blades were at her throat, and his mercy was a deeper wound than any. It was reopened, now, by the kindness of a child.
Eramis remembered her home.
Her home was [[Riis]], devastated by the [[Traveler|Great Machine]].
Her home was [[Athrys]], her mate, sleeping in a [[jumpship|ship]] long since departed from this system.
Her home was her hatchlings, at her mate's side.
Eramis remembered watching them grow and molt. How they had chittered their delight and looked to her with their wide, luminous eyes.
She would give her [[House of Salvation|House]] to see those eyes again. But the brightness she had seen in [[Eido, Daughter of Misraaks|Eido]]'s eyes was a wide, blinding terror. Not only of the [[Hive]]. Of her.
"Come home, Eramis."
Eramis lived—she lived, and knew what the [[Fallen|Eliksni]] had lost.
The dream of a new Riis was delicate, and beautiful. Eramis had held it in her hands, close to her chest, for so long. She knew, now, that she had smothered it. In all her violence, in all the death that followed her, she had curled her hands into fists.
The dream of a new Riis would have died with Eido, if she had been left to the Hive and their putrid Light. But Eido did not know Riis, and neither did her father. They could look beyond that loss.
"Come home, Eramis."
Eramis knew she would never see anything but terror in another's eyes.
Eramis knew that the Eliksni would find a new home with Eido.
Eramis knew there was no place for her in it.


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