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Humans. Pet, Protégés or Predator? Part IV. Remembering.

The diplomats of the federation were stunned by the display that had transpired before their eyes. A krogan king humiliated, the Immortal declared powerless by both human and The Obelisk and the human had declared their absolute independence from council and federation.

The Immortal had gathered in a circle to discuss amongst themselves the appropriate continuation of the current events.

Diplomat Cerin contemplated his long seating in the federation. Nothing even remotely close to this had ever happened before. He should know, The Omega were one of the oldest members, mainly due to them living several million earth years. It isn’t uncommon to reach ten million years, if you could find something to occupy the mind as to not get bored. He was himself over four million earth years old, but didn’t look a day over two million.

But as the events had taken place, he had planned to request a meeting with the Bering and the Graga, but he had somehow gotten much, much more than he had ever dreamed of in his long life. His fellow diplomats had seen him stoically, heroically even, stand his ground in the face of the most terrifying display of human power anyone had ever witnessed. They had obviously not seen him frantically digging his claws into the podium to keep himself from fleeing, or his expression of pure unbridled horror, he thanked the old Gods for that small favor.

But In the light of his "bravery" he had been elevated in the minds of his peers to an almost supernatural level, even higher than his immense age already had given him. If all votes were counted correctly they had well over 600 votes, far beyond the 506 they needed. But as it so happened, his fellow diplomats had requested that he address the Immortal council, a task he was sincerely reluctant to perform. But if he were to preserve his newfound status he had no choice.

As he approached the Immortals elevated platform he couldn't help but wonder why they had allowed a human to speak to them in such a disrespectful way. There had to be a reason for their leniency. Whatever it was, he had no desire to know, he felt strongly that when that knowledge was gained the point of no return would be well passed.

He bowed at the base of the platform.

"Immortal council, may I have a moment?"

In unison the nine faced him. His green scales tensed as if to ward of an attack.

"CERIN. APPROACH."

He couldn't decide which one had spoken, but it mattered not. He climbed the stairs and stood before the massive creatures. They stood three times his lengt and more, and as their faceless gaze lay upon him he felt the weight of their ancient responsibilities. The president motioned for him to come closer. He didn't disobey.

"CERIN OF THE OMEGA. YOU HAVE CAST OFF THE SHACKLES OF OLD BELIEFS, AND EMBRACED THE UNION OFFERED. AS WAS FORETOLD, WE CAN FINALLY MOVE FORWARD."

Cerin didn't understand a single word the creature before him had just said. But before he dared ask the president continued.

"THE HUMAN RACE CANNOT BE BENT TO ANY OTHERS WILL."

"THEY MUST REACH THEIR DESTINY WITHOUT INTERFERENCE."

"WE SAW THIS LONG AGO, BUT THEIR FUTURE WAS UNCERTAIN."

"UNTIL NOW."

"THEY ARE READY TO TAKE THEIR PLACE AMONGST THE STARS."

"NOW YOUR TIME HAS COME, CERIN."

“TO TAKE YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS WORLD.”

The Immortals bowed to Cerin and returned to their seats.

Cerin didn't understand a single thing of what had just happened.

"Cerin..."

He spun around, tail held high, surprised by the whispering voice. There was no one even close to him, and the voice sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. It sounded ancient and familiar... It stirred a memory deep down in his reptilian mind. He felt dizzy.

"Cerin... come..."

He felt drawn towards The Obelisk. Involuntarily he took a step forward. And another. The Obelisk shone brighter for every step he took. No, not brighter. Everything else faded away. There was only he and The Obelisk.

"Cerin... please... I need you..."

There was sadness in the voice. But also the slightest tinge of faltering hope.

He found himself standing right in front of the black stone pillar. He had no memory of approaching it, but it didn't matter. Only the glowing inscription existed, the pulsing light inside spoke to him.

"Cerin... hurry..."

"I'm dying..."

Blackness... Emptiness... Eternity... He was nowhere. He was nothing. He was everywhere. He saw everything. Stars born, planets formed, galaxies colliding, in an eternal cycle of never ending rebirth. Millions of years passed as he floated through eternal nothingness. The Obelisk showed him everything and nothing. What had been and what was, and what was yet to come. Far far away he saw The Obelisk, standing alone in the eternal wasteland. But there were something more, behind The black stone. No, not behind it... Inside it, within the stone... the universe moved around him, and the glowing, living stone stood before him. Something moved within, something reached out towards him.

"Help me Cerin..."

"RELEASE ME!"

The creature within the stone screamed as if it was in unimaginable agony, tormented throughout eternity.

He could feel its pain and distress. He heard a noice, a far away rumbling sound, the sound of a million voices all screaming the same thing.

"SET ME FREE!"

He put his hands to the stone, feeling the smooth surface, following the contour of the carvings, trying to find a way into the stone, he felt as high as he could reach, probing the chiseled ridges with his dull claws.

But there was nothing. But there was something. He pushed his claws directly into the stone, it burned, it seared his claws, but the black stone gave way, slowly. When his scales touched the freezing cold stone he burst into flames, the pain pulsed and echoed through his body, but he did not let up, he pushed his scaly limbs deeper into the stone, and felt a slender body inside it. Smooth scale, encased in stone, cold to the touch but fire to his mind, it spoke to him.

"Release me, Cerin, blood of my blood..."

"Set me free from this prison or rip me limb from limb til I am no more..."

"Far too long have you kept me here in the darkness..."

"YOU MUST RELEASE ME!"

Cerin awoke on his back, surrounded by his fellow diplomats, he quickly got up on his feet. His plated eye lids felt heavy, like he had been hibernating.

"What happened?"

Dearavan, a humble hrenth, or tree-person, spoke softly to him.

"You touched it. You fell. You woke up."

Cerin looked surprised but collected. He made his way through the crowd and approached The Obelisk again.

"Should you really touch it again?" Dearavan asked.

Cerin didn't answer him. He dug his barbed tail into the ground and placed all twelve of his claws on the surface of The Obelisk. It didn't hurt him. The Immortal council spoke.

"LEAVE HIM. HIS DESTINY LIES BEFORE HIM. ONLY HE CAN FIND IT."

Spurred on by the Immortals words he pressed on. He pushed harder, deeper, his claws ached and burned by the force. But The Obelisk didn't budge. The stone was as cold and hard as ever. He hadn't left a scratch. He turned towards the nine.

"Immortal one! I require your aid! I cannot do this on my own!"

The Immortals stood motionless.

"YOU CAN. YOU MUST. IT IS YOUR DESTINY. ALL YOU NEED LIES BENEATH, INSIDE, BEFORE. FIND IT. USE IT. OR WE SHALL ALL PERISH."

Cerins mind raced. Beneath, inside, before... what did it mean? He didn't understand, and they just stood there while a living being was trapped in the cold rock! He was trying to save someone and they just stood there, doing nothing!

"You must help me! There is someone in there! Inside this infernal rock!" He hit The Obelisk with his clenched fist, and it rang like a giant bell. He hit it again, harder. It chimed and reverberated for several seconds. He put his horned forehead against the stone, panting. He heard heartbeats from within the stone, slowing down... fear and panic gripped his hearts.

Again the Immortals repeated what they had said.

"BENEATH, INSIDE, BEFORE. FIND IT. IT IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE."

Cerin was infuriated, his two hearts pumped, his nostrils flared, and the jagged bone ridge at his back started to poke through his red shirt. He hit it again and again, each chime louder, longer, more desperate. Like the crying of a prisoner inside an eternal prison.

He had had enough of the Immortal nine's foolishness, he turned towards them again, raised his limb and shouted at the top of his vocal membranes.

"CEASE THESE FOOLISH RIDDLES! YOU WILL TELL ME, AND YOU WILL TELL ME NOOW!"

His sentence started with words, but ended in a massive roar, as his primal transformation was called upon by pure desperation, he regressed into what lay deep beneath, what slept inside, what had been forgotten so endlessly long before. He fell to the ground as his body grew at an alarming rate, his red and black suit was torn to shreds, his scales grew to form sharp bony plates that covered his entire body. Spikes and massive wings grew out of his back, horns surrounded his prehistoric eyes and his massive teeth made several diplomats faint.

The remaining diplomats recoiled at the sight and sought shelter behind the low wall surrounding the arena. The few that dared look shivered in horror at the sight of the 30 ft tall, winged green monster that heaved on the ground before them.

He stood up on his hind legs, dazed and confused as to what had just happened. He gazed down upon his now immense body.

Claws sharper than the sharpest blade protruded from his six digits, and his enormous tail had grown several giant spikes all along its length. He turned his predatory gaze upon the Immortals, those that had known what was to happen but had given no warning.

“You knew!” He exclaimed furiously, but all that came out of his enormous gaping mouth was a bloodcurdling roar that would haunt those who heard it for the rest of their lives.

The president of the Immortals walked towards him, fearless as always.

“BE STILL CERIN. REMEMBER YOURSELF. THIS IS WHO YOUR SPECIES IS AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN. THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD FORGOTTEN. WE COULD NOT AID YOU. YOU NEEDED TO REMEMBER. REMEMBER NOW CERIN.”

He could barely think, his newly woken instincts called for bloodshed and death. But far away he still heard a weak voice whisper his name.

“Cerin... please... I cannot breathe...”

“You must release me from this hell...”

The voice was weaker without a doubt.

Like the crack of a whip he turned to The Obelisk, two steps of his powerful legs and he stood looming over it. Inside the stone he saw something glowing, barely alive, but there was still hope.

He grasped the Obelisk with his clawed hands and lay it down with ease. His mind tried frenetically to understand how to open it, and then, he saw it. The pattern, he knew it, remembered it from so long ago. He held The Obelisk with his right hand and with surgical precision of his sharp claws he traced the faint patterns he hadn’t been able to see before.

The Obelisk cracked open, and inside the crumbling rock lay an Omega.

The gentle curved ridges around the eyes, the narrowing waist and the jagged red lines down the sides of the narrow snout revealed what he had long believed was impossible. A female. A Brood Queen.

The last time he had seen a female he had been only a few hundred cycles old, on her deathbed. They had all died or disappeared. She must be the only one who remained, the only one who had survived the Sundering.

Her body was limp, lifeless, cold to the touch. He moved her body from the rubble that had been The Obelisk, shoved it into a pile and held her carefully in his large hands above it.

“Stand back!” Was what he tried to relay, to the now slightly less terrified diplomats. The roar that came out had very much the same effect. He drew a long deep breath, and showered both her and the remains of the Obelisk in bright blue and white fire.

The stone melted into a glowing mass of intense radiating heat. He carefully placed her upon it and formed the lump of molten rock around her, careful not to cover her view. He drew a second breath and bathed her again in the hottest fire he could produce. The sand melted around her, and several diplomats lost their manes and fur. The wooden wall around the arena caught fire. When everything around her were cinders and heat he stayed his flame. He gazed upon the beautiful creature that lay before him. He could hear her hearts beating stronger, and her chest heaved when she drew air and warmth in.

Slowly she opened her eyes.

Who would’ve believed that dragons could cry.

Part V.

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