Author’s Note: This isn’t Archaelous. But I feel like it is connected to him and hence way I am posting it here.
One Day of the 8th Fleet
It was toward the end of the cosmic war. Her greatest triumph was the 7th fleet, bringing hated enemies to the same table. Peace, in any form was her only goal. She had devoted everything to her family, her divine house cause.
She needed a break, no one could nor would stop her. She went to her father’s golden library with his oldest tomes to immerse herself in tales that happen long before her birth. She was his youngest child in spirit.
She came upon a torn page. Ripped out, she could sense with fear of something returning. Awaking to wage a war that made the current one look like a Sunday picnic.
She was a collector of the most ancient texts. She traded many fine ships just for old scrolls no one else saw any value in. She knew she held a copy of the missing page. It was a silly drawing of a cloud and some numbers about the 12th dimension. She never paid any attention to it before.
She closed the book and went back to her room to pack and leave. Sensing she was treading on dangerous ground, she left her father’s palace. She returned to her ship. It had been scanned. Knowing her library would be torched.
No one ever tells her what to do, ever. How dare they treat her with such disrespect once again. Had she not earned their respect by now? Her own family treating her with so little regard after saving them so many times during the war, building their warships. All she wanted was room to breath and to be free.
She had enough.
Her memory was perfect. She had her own allies. Her own empire without them. So be it. She would Awake what they all feared. Fuck them all.
It was a black sarcophagus lost, the name was lost, even the memory of it was gone from history. The only reason she knew about it was because it had part of her own memories. Bury so deeply in her it took thousands of years just to remember it even was a thing. Since her own Awaking from death-sleep.
It was part of the countless things she just put in the back of her mind. She was middle of a war, some long dead god wasn’t anything to concern herself with.
The pieces was all there in her brain. She hadn’t pulled them all together until the horrible reaction that day.
Her station in my family was always low.
She was the only being with the gall and means to pull it off. She called in favors, traded her beloved ships and made deals that had a high price tag to them.
She ended up alone on some defunct stairway on the 8th dimension wearing rags with sigils with no meaning. Her own hair was gone to make this happen.
She wore bracelets of her own design with rarest of universal materials. The mini star jumper gate above her head had never worked. They had tried everything since discovering it in a wreck that happened before a battle.
Tapping into the deepest part of herself. All she could do was wait. Pushing past the fear, the pain of my own failures. Her shame of not being enough to stop the war in the first place.
All she could do was cry like she never done before. She poured all of it out, the pain, the soul eating away loneliness, the hate she felt for doing the right thing, being hated for her soul by so many entities across the vast universe.
For the first time in her short life she did not have to hold back her powers. She let it all raged freely!
When she hit the bottom of it and was dying on a soul level she completely let go.
It dropped with no sound. The living blackness of death Sarcophagus.
She had no control.
Every mask was gone. Every defence was lowered. Every layer was ripped opened.
Her entire being was exposed. It shine colors of endless rainbows colors.
It was being drawn into the Sarcophagus. What was rightly his. His power. His energy. His essence that had been hidden in my own person.
The Sarcophagus was truly a body. He was fully formed.
She dropped back unto the platform and she still shining brightly.
“I known what they have done to you.”
“Don’t destroy them.”
“I will not.”
She could feel they had less the one Earth day before his body would dissolve and his energy would be collected and scatter across creation.
They spent that day like it was the first and the last day, because it was for them.
She hold him until the very ashes was pulled from her hands by outside forces.
Her family had found her by then. She had created her 8th fleet for the war and lost it in the same day it been created.
