Saturday, November 23, 2019

The Gravity of the Situation

"So you're saying," Crayg started, "That these things want to steal gravity??"

"Precisely that," The elder said, waving her left palm ceremoniously. The other elves in the room had returned to lounging on the nearby furniture, napping away in peaceful bliss, as the tale of the Soulseekers was recounted. "To return their planet to orbit around its sun."

Crayg hung his head with a sigh, and Petunia groaned.

"So the Soul of Atlas keeps our planet in orbit around the sun." Crayg continued. "And these things, these-- aliens-- are here to try and take it away from us? Why don't they just move out, or something?" He sighed again. She chuckled in return.

"Moving an entire species to another planet is not an easy feat to accomplish, Mr. Craygory." She responded. "Dispatching many small search teams to find a new gravitational source is much more accomplish-able than finding a new, habitable world for a massive population like the Soulseekers."

Petunia sneered. "And I'm the only one that can kill them? You're sure?"

"Yes-- For you have the soul fragment it takes to slay the beasts." She nodded. "You see, your soul's presence possesses what these creatures want-- they follow behind you, in your footsteps, always. But what they desire also easily destroys them. Magic is their weakness; and though you use no true magic, the very magic of your soul can burn them alive." She held a small portion of light up in her hand; a few tiny bugs began to swirl around it, before disappearing into its mass, burning alive in the heat. "Like moths to a flame, they will always fly too close to the sun."

"So-- what do you want me to do about it?" Petunia scoffed. "I don't know where that gem is, and I sure as hell don't feel like looking for it. Why should I stop these things from just ravaging cities? They don't seem smart enough to find that gem themselves, if they just willy-nilly throw themselves into my blade."

"Perhaps the weaker ones are likely drawn to your soul-- they want it for themselves, to hold the power you have. but there are many stronger creatures that you face, and with far more intellect than I think you can imagine. And these creatures crawl the planet, searching for the gem. When they find it, the world will tear itself apart."

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