HoN Lore 27: Leaving

“I want to go home,” he replied, and then spread his arms disarmingly, “all three of us.”

She shook her head, “You know that to be impossible. You can feel it, can’t you? It is in the air everywhere, permeating it. You must have also figured out where we are now. When we are.”

He nodded his head. “But you forget, I saw Father’s notes. I know how it works. I can reverse engineer the process!”

“You have neither access to the equipment nor the technology, I seriously doubt that…”

“But I have magic,” he said enthusiastically, “I have the source. You remember the gifts from Father.”

“I care not for your magic,” she replied dully.

“Yes, yes,” he said, “It is understandable; after all, your gift was…”

“Nor do I want to go back.” she stated.

That paused him.

“What do you mean?”

“I said, I do not want to go back,” she stated again, “I had assumed that was easy enough for someone of your intellect to understand.”

“Why not?”

“Look at us!” she said, pointing at him, and then at herself.

“We are not ourselves back then. Even I know it. Would you have us go back to a time where we were young again? To a world that is already destined to disappear?”

“We can fix it!” he said, voice rising, “I know we can! Now that we have seen the effects, we can convince Father’s…”

“They will not listen,” she said bluntly, “and why should they? At their time, we are simply children. Products of experimentation. If we go back, why should they listen to some random people who just randomly showed up? They will just consider us mad.”

“They do not know what they are about to do!”

“And you?” she asked, “You are trying to change history. We need to accept it. That is why they are called Ancients. Because they are gone.”

“You…” he asked dangerously, “You do not miss Father?”

She turned away. “He is dead. Has been dead, for who knows how many years, probably killed by the very thing he helped create. I am grateful for what he has given me, and not subjecting me to the treatments others had to undergo, but he is gone, Seimei. A new one has taken me in, and has brought me up to who I am now. We need to let go of the past.”

Neither spoke for a moment.

“Where is Masamune?” she asked.

“He does not remember us.” he replied.

“How?”

“I do not know!” he said in frustration, “And that is also why we need to go back! Father has all the answers!”

“Even I know what is possible and what is impossible,” said Sachi, “You also know the laws of time. One direction only.”

“I think the Hellbourne may be able to help me with that,” he replied.

She was astonished. “Even in here,” she began, “we hear outside news. What have you done?”

“In exchange for souls,” he said, “The Hellbourne will do an exchange between now and the past. I will circumvent the limit of time’s ‘direction’ by replacing something in the past with myself. I plan on bringing you and Masamune along.”

“I will not go,” she said.

“Why are you so adamant?” he asked.

“My place is here,” she replied, “these people. They are strong. Father’s gift to me could never be used to its full potential in the past; I felt useless. What was the point on having my gift when there was none to fight with? It was all done with weapons and such; those were things that had to do with your gift, and Masamune’s, not mine. I originally wanted to leave in order to find both of you, but now that I know you are both still alive and well, I will stay here.”

“I see your mind is made up,” he said slowly, “and…”

He moved swiftly to the side to avoid the dagger that flew past where he had stood.

Both of them looked in the direction where the dagger had come from.

“You do not belong here,” said the man who had thrown it, holding another dagger.

Seimei’s eyebrows met, and in an explosion of flames, two daemons appeared.

“Worry not,” he called back, “I will soon take my leave.”

Sachi sheathed her swords, and said, “Leave, then. I do not expect to see you anymore.”

But as she turned around to leave the arena, chains appeared out of nowhere to bind her, before she could draw her swords. Turning her head to snap at Seimei, she saw one of the daemons bounding towards her, hand outstretched, as Seimei stood on top of its shoulder.

“Not without you,” he replied.

And as the daemon touched her, her world became a flash of fire, and she knew she was gone from the arena.

The last image she saw was the other daemon bearing down upon the man with the daggers.


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