AEDION
not yet corpses
He ignores Rory in his approach, ignores Wessex as she moves to speak with him. Aedion’s eyes are too far focused on the black obsidian of the Spire. It’s only when Wessex returns to join them that he looks back to her, to see the others like himself around them. The Ascended, the bright ones, the gifted ones. He can’t stop the small wolffish smile that crosses his lips as his eyes turn back to the spire and he notices the raised stones. He waits for a moment, but he’s certain he knows. He may be new here but his mind is clever and suited for bravery. And if he’s wrong, well he’d rather it be him than someone else. Quietly he glances to the others, his leg lifting as he begins to step toward the stones – eyes trained and focused. For a moment it reminds him of his name, but he knows better. He is not a chosen one in such a manner. Chosen to Ascend, yes, but not chosen enough. He’s certain that belongs to Wessex. With a quiet glance back to his fellow Ascended, his steel gaze shifts toward the stone again. A, S, C, E, N …. and nothing. He knows that the letter D is missing, it’s the only thing that makes sense to him. He looks up at the spire for a moment before inhaling deeply and raising his hand to it, tracing on the glowing stone “D”. While he does so, his lips move and he speaks. “Ascend.”
He hopes he is right.
still we rot
