The Colors that Never Come

[GSM]

The time had come and pass for the tournament to take place.
So much has happened, such a lull in activity, and yet, it emerged as if nothing happened.
As if its dear nephew, as if Dvarr, was still alive.
I wish he was here. I miss him so… so much.
But for its own blood, there was not even a body to bury.
The Cowardly Bat was gone.
So close to a breakthrough, at that…
Yet, as 2076 approached, another year beginning…
It must move on, in its family’s name.
For you, Dvarr. For Diavol and Set’noth, mine siblings. For you too, Father.
Qaeltor was broken over its might with a simple ease.
Cynder was burned by the Grey, and left at its mercy.
Elissa was consumed by the almighty strength of the Imperfect.
Palade was shattered over its overpowering, refined destruction.
Even if I am to be a pawn upon the board, I will sunder the ground where mine opponents stand.
Cinderella was given a dance, a worthy battle against two regal figures.
The little princess stood to an Imperfect after beating down some of Meranthe’s strongest.
But only it would proceed to the final battle, to find who was truly the equal of Na’Ria.
To ascend, I must grow stronger. With this, I have proven mine strength…
At the pinnacle, it found Xarxes.
The Lord of Time. The Umbral Nephairy. Dread necromancer. Scourge of humanity.
Lord of Skarnfel, he who stood shoulder-to-shoulder to its dear Father in the past.
At the pinnacle, it stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Xarxes, and found nothing but joy.
But I must know more. If I am to rise to the strength of Primordials…
A close battle, one that was just an errant move away from total victory…
But it was worthy enough to be crowned as one of Meranthe’s strongest.
To have a final fight where even the host is unsure of who won…
Was it not fitting?
Xarxes, Lord of Time. The one that’s remained since I have grown, and… one I cannot lose.
Yet, in that joy, in the gaze and grasp of its greatest ally- no, friend,
Na’Ria felt the sorrow within him, for just a moment.
They both had lost much.
Xarxes had lost more, but in that pain, he had become something greater than a mere Fae.
But I know no pain, truly… right? No… this pain of the mind remains.

It wondered, then, if that was the price of power absolute;
If even the Demon King must outlive and witness the End of its own kindred.
Something would have to change.
Father, I know you have been resting. You’re changing, even in slumber.
And it would need to look.
I already know where mine sights are headed. Don’t worry, you’ll be with us soon.
Where better than its Lord?
I can’t wait to embrace you for the first time, Sak’noth, and see everything I’ve become.
I want you to tell me you’re proud of mine progress.
Xarxes told me I’m stronger than you were in your life.
We’re the strongest in Meranthe, Father.
I raised mine own children. I did everything to ensure another Imperfect will come.
Just… please.
Father…
I wish for your embrace.
Some day soon, I’ll have that one wish fulfilled…
And then, we can make everything right.
Father and Daughter, Fateweaver and Storyteller.
I… I think about meeting you so much.
I love you, Father.
I can’t wait to meet you.