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Destiny sat beside me and asked if I ever smiled. I said I used to; however She didn’t press, She just said, “Same.” our final member had found us.
He came limping down the slope of a scrap valley, an artificial basin made from the remnants of old divine machines and half-eaten warforged. His body was half-repaired, patched together with mismatched plating and hope. I stepped forward. He stopped, chest lantern flickering. He immediately spoke; I don't I don't mean to bother you sir, I'm just passing by. I asked him what his name was; he simply said "I can't remember. I remember waking up in the basin and having to piece myself back together. I feel like I may have lost something important. I simply can't remember; anyway I don't wish to continue bothering you sir you seem like you're trying to enjoy time with your family I'll be going now if that's okay. I immediately asked him if he wanted to join us, be a part of our put together family and help us make a world we could all live in without any cruel God's controlling us. he said again I don't have a name, however I’d like to walk with you. Maybe I’ll earn one along the way.” I introduced myself as Azriel. I then informed him of my family's names: Ianna,Silas, destiny, and Clarissa. I asked him if you would like me to give him a name. He said yes and I gave him the name“Grogu Ilvanis" which means "the one who remains in the ancient language veilmarn.”
He said it like a prayer……We never planned to become anything more.But the world noticed. We stopped a memory storm from devouring Tsunari Station. We resealed a rift in the sea floor that birthed echoes of the dead. We rewired the floating city of Machi Haruhen when its sky generators tried to rewrite time itself. We weren’t divine. We were just there. And people began to whisper. The Silent Ascended. But peace does not go unnoticed. And the gods awoke. Not all at once—no. They stirred slowly, their presence returning in glitches, in prayers answered too precisely, in dreams that left mortals burning with frostbite. When they came, it was not as saviors. It was reckoning. They descended upon the Celestial Spire, a place where time bent and spirit met starlight. And we met them there. Clarissa. unraveled their fate into recursive collapse. Destiny gambled with their prophecy and won. Silas became the wall between them and the world. Iana erased their divine names with a song too pure for pride.Grogu infected their constructs with mercy. And I remembered what I was before I was broken. And chose not to do it again. We did not kill them. We put them to sleep. And we stayed behind to make sure no one would wake them. For six centuries after that, we wandered. Helping. Healing. Staying. We were not worshiped. We were welcomed. We were not eternal. Only I was. Now it has been 20 years since we last faced a threat together. 20 years since we made that vow. The soulstream stirs again. The wind carries silence too heavy to bear. The sky is remembering.