@theone: And said death is re-confirmed here:
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@Tei: LOL, brief Off topic moment, but every time I see someone mention Agas without capital "A" I can't help but feel like it's talking about me. Habit from all the years being called "agas" here before people started getting confused and I went with D_A. I know it's convenience and stuff (not everyone are as particular with caps as I am ) but... yeah I'm apparently dead XD

@story: Either Cassia leaves - that hasn't been brought up to this point because there hasn't been any dead characters needing resurrection net - would solve the death situation, or we'll just go on without Agas. Or some other magic we've forgotten fixes everything. I mean, Cassia leaves DOES too work story-wise in the game. Danny was revived with Cassia leaves. That is, unless Danny wasn't dead even after being omnommed by vampires and the leaf just woke him up from a coma/just-a-hair-breadth-from-death situation/unconsciousness.

But in the Danny situation Te'ijal says that she can hear his heartbeat when Lars says that he thinks Danny is dead. So in that sense, Cassia leaves can probably be used to bring back knocked out people or people in coma or people about to die.

Oh dangit, how could I have forgotten that! And herre I thought I was onto something. Not that I actually care about Agas being dead or alive. So long as the story continues, I'm fine, and we do still have the other colourful narrator text to go with.

I was under the impression that Danny is dead --> That's why he is not turned into a vampire. Because supposedly so long as someone did not die after being nommed on by vampires they're turned into one. Continuity error, how I hate thee.

i theories! (it's like watching 'lost' all over again XD XD)
sorry to leave you all hanging; i haven’t had a lot of time to myself lately. but i did promise that the show would go on, so please enjoy this next piece while you wait for it.



Isilme was nervous. She went to the window, opened it, scanned the landscape, closed it again, and went back to the bed. She did this twice more without realizing it.
She was certain she would be caught, and if her parents would be livid if they knew. Mother had warned her never to see him again, and Father had of course agreed, as he nearly always did. But how could she not? He was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. He respected her. He listened to her. He cared what she thought. He loved her, and didn’t care that she was human. And with him, she felt safe.
Why could they not understand?
She went to the window again, and froze. There was a small knock at her bedroom door.
On the other side of the door, Rhen hesitated. She and Lars had discussed at length that this was the proper thing to do, but she still was not sure she was ready. How was Isilme going to take it? Badly, she was certain. But it was necessary; for if not now, when?
She knocked. There was silence within. “Isilme?” she said. “I’d like to speak with you.”
Isilme’s heart was pounding. What if he came? What if she let her mother in, and he appeared at the window? How would she explain it? There was another knock, and Isilme knew she could not keep her waiting any longer. She flew back to the bed and murmured, “Come in.”
Rhen entered and found her daughter sitting hunch-shouldered on the bed, her back to the door. She sighed, but remained resolved. “May I sit down?” she wondered.
Isilme nodded silently and slid down to allow her mother room to take a seat beside her, trying not to look to the window. They had had ages to talk; why did they have to talk now?...
Rhen looked at her daughter, who had hung her head to hide her face with her hair, for a long while. It was all for the best; why couldn’t Isilme understand? Perhaps, Rhen thought, because we have not given her enough information to understand. At least, that was her hope.
“Isilme, listen. I hate what’s happening between us. I know you are still angry with us—-with me. I think it is time for you to know the truth.”
The truth? ...It did not surprise Isilme that she didn’t know what her mother called “the truth”, but she never imagined she would learn it, at least not from her. She glanced up at the window, and turned slightly to her mother, thinking that the only way she was going to hear the entire tale was by feigning complete ignorance. “What do you mean?” she asked quietly as she turned away again.
“I have no doubt that at some point you have heard of the prophecy,” Rhen began. Isilme shrugged. Rhen rolled her eyes, knowing the girl was being difficult on purpose, but continued anyway. “Before you were born, a prophecy was made. It stated that you, my daughter, would become a powerful sword singer—-which you have—-and would one day lead humankind in a...a revolution, I suppose, against the daevas.”
Isilme’s heart raced. This much, and more, she already knew. Was it possible that Mother really didn’t care that Aravis was a demon, and that she was about to learn the prophecy in its entirety? She turned again to her mother. “How am I supposed to do that?”
Rhen paused, then finally shrugged. She had never considered “how”, because “what” had been dangerous to the point of ludicrousness. “Prophecies...don’t exactly work that way. But there is more to it than that. It went on to say that you would succeed, and that the daevas would be overthrown, and humans would once again ‘take back’ the world.”
“The world never...‘belonged’ to humans.” Aravis had said that to her, and she wholeheartedly agreed.
“No. It does not belong to anyone. But that is not the point. The prophecy also spoke of the demon Ahriman, of whom you have heard many tales.”
Isilme nodded. She could not dispute this.
Rhen nodded as well. “If you were to unseat the daevas, and humans were to become dominant once more, Ahriman would have no trouble destroying the world and everything in it.”
Isilme knew all of this, but she was determined to make her mother keep talking. “But why? It sounds as though you think humans could not defeat Ahriman.”
Rhen let out a hollow laugh; leave it to her daughter to come right to the point. “Humans cannot defeat him. I couldn’t. My parents couldn’t. I trust and believe in you, my daughter, but humankind never has been, and never will be, prepared for the wanton malice and destruction of which Ahriman is capable.”
It was time to draw out the truth. “So...the daevas, then, are the only ones who can...what, keep Ahriman from destroying the world?”
“Much as I hate to admit it, I do believe that to be the case.”
We’re nearly there... “So, knowing this, why would I want to lead a revolution against the daevas?”
Rhen chuckled slightly. “I am fairly certain the daevas don’t know that you know this information. And...there is one final thing you should know. The prophecy said that both the revolution and Ahriman could be stopped...by the child of a daeva.”
So this was the missing piece of the puzzle. Isilme could not see Aravis because her mother assumed he would...what? Kill her? What did she think this “child of a daeva” was going to do? “So...what exactly does any of this have to do with Aravis?”
Rhen couldn’t help her ironic smile. She knew Isilme was feigning innocence, but did she dare to expose the ruse, and risk driving the child even further away?
Of course she didn’t.
“Isilme, I know this may be...difficult for you to believe, but...Aravis is the child of a daeva.”
Mother knew. She had known all along. But how? “How can you possibly know that?”
“I have a feeling you know it as well,” said Rhen, unable to hold her tongue any longer. “And I know, Isilme, because he is virtually a mirror image of the daeva Agas.”
Of course... How could she not have realized it? She felt incredibly foolish for not seeing it sooner. And somehow, she felt that there was nothing that would change her mother’s opinion of this boy she didn’t even know. But perhaps...perhaps now honesty was the best policy...”Um, Mother?...About the prophecy...Did it say that it had to the child had to be, um, Agas’s? Because, um...I think there’s something you should know.”
Isilme’s manner was hesitant, and she refused to look at Rhen. Could there possibly be something her daughter knew that she didn’t?... Of course not, you fool, she told herself; and then she smiled. She knew exactly what Isilme was about to tell her, and she couldn’t help herself. She laughed. “Zirna. It was her that you’ve been sneaking out to meet all this time.” She drew an appalled glare from her daughter, but raised her hand in protest of the forthcoming tirade. “I am not angry. I suppose I should have expected it, really. But I will be having a talk with her mother.”
Now, perhaps, she had her. “So...you’re not angry about me being friends with Nanghaithya’s daughter, but I can’t see Agas’s son. Is that what the prophecy says?”
Rhen sighed again. “It is...complicated,” she said at last, uncomfortably. She didn’t suppose it was okay either way, but her emotions had nearly always clouded her judgement, and she knew it. “I realize this is a great weight to have lain upon you, but your father and I thought it important that you know. We can...discuss it more in the morning.” She rose. “Try to get some sleep.”
I knew it, Isilme thought as her mother left and closed the door. She just doesn’t like Agas. But none of that was important. She crept excitedly to the window and peered out again, but the evening was still and silent as ever. She finally knew the entire prophecy; now all she needed was for Aravis to arrive, as they had planned.
So where was he?...

YAY! UPDATE!
It was about time that Isilme and Rhen talked! You got me curious at that last line! I wonder what's gonna happen next? Great job, Kaz! ^__^

*looks around* I don't seem to have been doom-cursed yet.

Moving on.

Well, that's a not-confusing prophecy. I mean. The simple solution is have the people and the daevas ally. The only problem is that they are unwilling to do so. And now everything is on the kids' hands? Tee hee hee. Is Rhen just so hateful towards Agas only? Because of the thing in Clearwater? I mean, okay, she probably sort of tolerates Zirna because Te'ijal is her friend, buuuut... I don't see reason for her to be especially hateful towards Agas.

Or maybe that's my crackship-addled brain fogging up my perception.

I sometimes really can't take this story seriously. Too many aspects rings similar to my own story and it's just so weird that I sometimes wish I don't have daevas Seriously, it's VERY funny when the whole thing with Aravis and Isilme sounds like the mess with Agas and Rhen in my story. Irony!

So I suppose he won't show up since his dad is dead, right?

once again, life gets in the way. if anyone cares (hehehe), here is a new chapter. enjoy at your leisure.


The Agas Saga - Part III


Chapter 1 - The Powers of a Sun Priest

“Agas.”
I heard a voice calling someone’s name, though from very far away. All was darkness around me. I felt nothing. I remembered nothing. I knew nothing.
“Agas,” the voice said again, and it was growing nearer. Memories slowly found their way back to me...Of course...Agas was my name...
“Agas?” The owner of the voice was beside me now, though I could not see him. It was familiar, too, but I could not place it right away. Consciousness crept over me like a slow-acting poison, and finally I recalled exactly what had happened. And it didn’t seem remotely possible.
I opened my eyes. I was in the throne room of the palace of Sedona, lying on my back on the floor. There was a dull throbbing pain in my chest, and my eyes could not find focus in anything at first. I shook my head, which also throbbed when I did so. The ceiling slowly stopped revolving and became clearer. I glanced to my right, and saw a familiar young man kneeling beside me, his brow furrowed, a rather tense expression on his face.
“Hajetus,” I croaked. I was surprised at the sound of my own voice; it sounded as though I hadn’t used it for years.
He released a breath that he seemed to have been holding for quite some time. “The outcome I was hoping for,” he said, mostly to himself. Then he asked me, “How do you feel?”
“Are you joking?” I replied. He chuckled, and I asked, “Where is—”
“Saurva is—being detained,” he said at once.
“Ah. Well, that is good news. But I meant Aravis.”
“Oh. He’s outside...”
“He’s all right?”
Hajetus looked at me curiously. “Of course. He is the one who came to get me, actually. Did something—”
“Later,” I interjected. I tried to sit up, but it gave me a great deal of discomfort, and Hajetus pushed me back down.
“Do not try to get up yet,” he said. “You are still healing.”
“Healing...” The word stirred something of a question, something that did not make sense. “Wait a minute. I’m not dead.”
“You’ve only just discovered that?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day, boy,” I returned, pushing myself painfully up on one elbow.
He grinned. “You were dead. Not anymore. Though, if I had come any later...”
I shook my head slowly. “How?”
“I am still possessed of the powers of a sun priest, fortunately,” he explained.
“And one of those powers is to raise the dead?” I said cynically.
“As a matter of fact...Of course, it must be done shortly after the subject dies. With demons or other immortal beings, the spell must be performed within the hour. For regular humans, it is only minutes. And...it does not always work. If the wounds are serious enough, they may prevent the spell from having any effect.”
I looked down, and saw that there was no wound of which to speak: no evidence of what Saurva had done. I looked back at Hajetus.
“It took my most powerful healing spell,” he told me. “Three times, actually.”
“And your ‘raise the dead’ spell?”
“Five,” he said. “I—I probably would have given up after that.”
He fell silent. Finally I said, “Well, Hajetus, I guess I am glad we decided not to kill you after all.”
“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “But you really should be lying down.”
“What’s happening out there?” I asked, nodding toward the doors and dismissing his advice.
He sighed. “I don’t know, actually. Aravis came and told me Saurva had killed you. I came immediately, and Tawrich sent me right in here. I did not have a chance to speak to anyone else. Though I must say...Saurva...was not looking well...”
I rolled my eyes. “I need answers, Hajetus, not more questions. I need to speak to someone who knows what’s going on. Preferably someone rational.”
“I shall see who I can find,” he said knowingly. “Do not try to get up again.”
He went to the door and stepped outside, shutting it behind him. I lifted myself to a sitting position, my back to the door. I was extremely sore, but the terrific pain seemed to be slowly ebbing away. I sat still and waited until I heard the door open and then close again.
“You had me worried, Hajetus,” said Nanghaithya’s voice as two sets of footsteps approached me.
I turned my head slightly and said, “Hajetus, I asked for someone rational.”
“And I asked you not to get up,” he retorted.
“Same old Agas,” said Nanghaithya with a sigh. “I suppose he must have thought you said, ‘highly intelligent’ or ‘remarkably talented’.”
I smirked. “And yet he still brought you. Are the others here as well?”
“Aesma and Zarich are not,” he told me. “I assume they have not yet been informed. Indra says you told her Saurva—”
“Snuck up on me,” I finished. “Yes. No need to lecture me. She warned me, I didn’t listen. I deserved it. Do you know what happened after I—well...died?”
“Indra and Aravis found you, of course,” he began, “though how they knew to come, I have not learned. Apparently Aravis used his Torment on Saurva, and then stopped Indra unleashing her Fury, immediately before she sent him off to get Hajetus. He came to me next, and when we returned, Hajetus was here tending to you, and Saurva was in a heap on the floor a few yards away. Aravis and I removed him to the corridor, incidentally. Tawrich arrived shortly after that. They are all still out there, waiting for news of your condition.”
“Which was ‘dead’ when you came in here, correct?” He nodded, and I said, “Before anyone receives any ‘news’, there are far more important things we need to discuss.”
I repeated to Nanghaithya and Hajetus everything that Saurva had told me. When I was finished, Hajetus was shaking his head in disbelief, and Nanghaithya had his fists clenched tightly, looking more furious than I had, in the four thousand years I had known him, ever seen him.
“All this over a prophecy,” he muttered, his voice quivering slightly. “I suppose it was Zirna to whom he was referring.”
“He didn’t speak her name expressly, but I have to assume so. He did say ‘the girl’ would have to go. It wouldn’t make sense for him not to do it, based on the plans he made clear to me.”
“After all that he’s done...all that has happened...I cannot believe anyone would still wish to follow Ahriman,” Hajetus said, still shaking his head.
“Saurva does not like to think for himself,” I said. “He would prefer someone more powerful to tell him what to do, and then be rewarded for his obedience.”
Nanghaithya made for the door. I asked him where he was going, and he replied, without looking back and as though it were all too obvious, “I am going to kill Saurva.”
Hajetus raced over to stop Nanghaithya leaving, and I said, “While that would be the preferred course of action, it would not be the wisest right now. Saurva says Ahriman is still out there somewhere. We all know how dangerous Ahriman can be. We have to stop him. And in order to do that—”
“We need Saurva to tell us where he is,” Hajetus finished.
Nanghaithya sighed. “You are right, of course. I lost my head. Saurva is not the problem, Ahriman is. We shall have to have a council.”
I stood up very slowly, and grimaced slightly. Hajetus was giving me one of those, “What did I just say to you?” looks.
“Yes, doctor, I know: I shouldn’t be standing,” I said dismissively. “But by all rights, I shouldn’t be living either, so let’s call this a step on the road to recovery.”
He rolled his eyes again, and Nanghaithya, now composed once more, said, “I suppose we should go and break the bad news to the others.”
“About Ahriman?” asked Hajetus.
“No,” Nanghaithya said solemnly. “That Agas actually survived.”

HA!

Agas is alive! I knew you love him too much to let him stay dead I was about to bring up how your death system was very much like mine, but then this happened too many times already that I don't think I'd bother.

I didn't expect Dameon to be able to do that, though. I guess the good thing about not knowing anything beyond Aveyond 1 gives you more liberties on doing all sort of things. Since, you know, 200 years post-AV1 the druids vanished into thin air and the Oracle is suddenly revealed to be the all-powerful Creator Mother-of-all goddess. I had to ret-con my AV fandom universe a bajillion times to make 'em fit canon.

Oh look, Saurva is alive too. I thought he'd be dead by now. But him being alive is fun too. I want to know what's REALLY up with him and Eithera AND Ahriman. Because if Saurva's dead the daevas would have to catch Eithera to interrogate her. Well, I suppose you could write in the third POV coloured text stuff, but still. I wonder if Saurva will ever fess up to anything. He seems to be the kind of guy who likes to gloat. Maybe this time Agas would personally murder him. And that would be funny. Because after thousands of years threatening to kill each other and NOT actually making a move, they finally do.

Agas can be efficient at times, but I hope he'll be his trouble-maker self and challenge Saurva to a one-on-one match or something. I want to see that happen so bad

Saurva-Agas issue aside, I'm surprised Nanghaithya counts as one of the "irrational bunch". I thought your Nanghaithya is supposed to be one of the sane people (according to your character list anyway), and mine is the only Nanghaithya in the entire fandom to be completely bonkers

Update! I knew Agas would be alive somehow. Hajetus' powers are so cool. Good job as usual!

You know, rereading the latest chapter, I have the idea that "the girl" would somehow end up being Isilme and not Zirna, and Isilme being targeted would force Rhen and the daevas to ally against Ahriman.

If that is true, then I'm going to laugh at it so hard.

Oh, and I apologize for the mahoosive waste-of-space fancomic I'm posting here.




I'm sorry to invade your space, kaz, but I really have no idea how to make sure this fanart gets to you.

Moving on.

This is expertly written story. Thanks for sharing it here.









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DEAR GODDESS HOW DID I MISS THIS.

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oh, god, i missed your writing! XD

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...and i forgot exactly how much i love your Nanghaithya. And it has clearly been to long, because I just had to type that twice.

(...or did i see this before and never had a chance to comment? and when did the site backgorund change? good grief, apparently i've been gone for ages O.o)

@Tei: You didn't miss too much. The site background just changed yesterday.

Off topic message aside... I seem to be under the impression that Nanghaithya didn't used to be THIS snarky. Have I forgotten that much of this story?

And I seriously hope to see Saurva next chapter. I haven't seen a decent Saurva in... forever. What little that I got these days are really weird stuff. Done by fangirls. I don't even know why he has fangirls. Even my own stuff turned really weird around last year.

Bloody monkeys in hell.
FINE. FINE, KAZ, FINE.
*copies entire story into document, formats for printing, prepares to take to Kinkos for printing and binding so she can read it like the book that it is*
You're well aware that I love you and wouldn't be doing this otherwise, right? *walks away, cursing, and calls over her shoulder* Be back when I'm done reading through all--dear lord I just broke Google Docs. O_O I'll get back to you on how many pages there are... GD doesn't want to tell me.

EDIT: 267 pages. T_T This is going to kill my wallet.

@Marian: You could print it act by act... Book 1 = Act 1, and save 2 and 3 for later. Especially since 3 just started...

Yeah but I read a hundred pages most nights when I'm dealing with paper... so I'd be done with one act the same day I printed it!

i still have readers? seriously?...sweet!
i realize what an epic fail it’s been for me not to have updated in...however long it’s been. but, well...you know. busy. un-creative. et cetera.
however, it occurs to me that i do happen to have a chapter or two lying around. (shame on me for not posting them.) in any case, here’s one now.
thanks for sticking around, friends! you’re the best!




Chapter 2 - The Faithful Servant

When we exited the throne room, the other daevas, all of whom were now present, looked up in utter shock. Tawrich was standing to one side with Zarich and Aesma. Aravis was seated on a low bench with his mother in his arms. There was a charred, ruined mess on the floor beside Tawrich, which might have vaguely resembled a demon form if it wasn’t so oddly contorted; though there did seem to be some shallow breathing coming from it. No one spoke. Finally I said, “What’s wrong with you all?”
“Agas!” shrieked Indra, and she flew at me like lightning, tears in her eyes. She threw her arms around me and kissed me very hard. When she finally released me, I said, “What, no ‘I told you so’?”
She looked up at me, and tears began to slide down her cheeks. I couldn’t begin to fathom what she was thinking at that moment, and she did not seem to be able to tell me. “I—-I thought—-” she began weakly, but did not finish.
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Aesma said loudly and incredulously.
“So sorry to disappoint you, old friend,” I replied.
He grinned. “Well, next time someone tells me you’re dead, you had better damn well be so.”
I nodded, and then looked over at Aravis. He was still seated on the bench, and there was a strange expression on his face. He looked up at me, and I wondered, “No ‘I told you so’ from you, either?”
He shook his head vigorously and looked away again. Something seemed wrong, but I could not tell what it was. I was further not permitted to find out just then, because the Saurva-shaped figure on the floor convulsed audibly. We all turned in its direction for a moment, then looked at one another. Aesma, naturally, was first to speak.
“Do we even bother killing him? It looks as though he’s done a fair job of it for us.”
Hajetus caught my eye, and I nodded. “Actually, Aesma, we are not through with him yet. Once Hajetus is done with him, I believe a council is in order.”
Aesma, Zarich, and Indra all stared at me with the same astonished expression as Hajetus went to examine Saurva. For some time no one spoke.
“But—-but he—-How—-” Aesma finally sputtered.
“You want him to—-to live?” agreed Zarich. “What’s wrong with you?”
I laughed. “All in good time, my friend.”

Hajetus did what he could to repair the damage Aravis had done to Saurva, and the self-proclaimed “faithful servant” was gifted a slave bracelet (which we all tried to keep on hand) and placed in the castle dungeon by Aesma and Tawrich. In the meantime, Nanghaithya used a simple rain spell to quench most of the fires in the throne room, and we gathered there for a hurried council. I asked Aravis to wait outside, and to my surprise he did so willingly.
Once assembled, I repeated my encounter with Saurva to the other daevas. Each expressed the appropriate amount of outrage, and of the four who had not yet heard the tale, three of them had to be restrained from going to the dungeon and killing Saurva outright. Only Tawrich recognized the situation for what it truly was.
“Let us not be hasty,” he told the others. “While I understand the desire for vengeance, there is something far more important that must be done. We know now for certain that Ahriman still lives, and intends to destroy at the very least Agas, but more likely all of us. Saurva knows where he is, and perhaps far more than he spoke. We must convince him to give us this information.”
“He would never,” Zarich interjected hotly. “After all this? I would be surprised if he ever spoke another word again.”
“His mouth is what gets him into trouble, more often than not,” I answered. “There is a way to make him talk.”
Aesma snorted. “Oh, I can make him talk, concern yourselves not about that.”
“Force is not the answer,” said Hajetus, shaking his head. “If you recall, he still bears the scars of Ahriman’s brutal attack fifteen years ago, and he has only mentioned him at this point because his listener was dying.”
I nodded. “Indeed. But there is another way.”
Indra, who was in the throne and the only one seated, rose slowly with a smolder in her eye and a dangerous tone in her voice. “No.”
“You are the only one to whom he will speak,” I told her.
“No.”
“Agas is right, Indra,” Aesma put in. “Filthy traitor though he may be—-”
“Under no circumstances.” She folded her arms, and her eyes turned red.
Zarich joined the argument with, “Be reasonable, Indra—-” but was silenced by the glare she gave him.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly and rather sarcastically, “but it sounds to me as though you all actually think that I would go and speak rationally to the demon who until this moment was planning to kill my son.”
I sighed, realizing now what it was going to take to convince her. I approached her and took her hands in mine. “He is my son as well. And the only thing that prevented me from killing Saurva outright when he told me was the fact that I was bleeding to death. But a silent Saurva in a castle dungeon does not guarantee Aravis’s safety. I understand your misgiving, but as of now, Saurva is the only one who knows where Ahriman is, and you are the only one who can make him talk.”
She looked at me hard for a long time. Finally she relented with a long sigh. “Very well. But know this: there may come a point where I am unable to control my temper.”
“Do call us before that happens,” sneered Aesma from behind me. “I should very much like to see what becomes of him then.”

An update! This was really really awesome!