Work Text:
“Grayie wake up! Wake up!”
Ughh.. my head hurts..
“5 more minutes...” I groaned as I stirred to my side.
BONK!
“ACK— TRIBBIE THAT HURTS! What is that for?” I screamed as the little red individual placed both their index and thumb finger right to their nose.
My mouth doesn't smell that bad right? I exhaled into my palm and smelled my breath. Goddamn that stinks.
Acting as the deliverer of Amphoreus really took a toll to my hygiene. Not taking a bath at all is torture. I miss taking a bath once a week!
“Sorry Grayie. It's just that you are running late for the grand celebration of the new dawn brought by you!” Tribbie explained carefully.
“Celebration? Wait— where's my teleslate?”
“SO! get ready right away!” Tribbie cuts off.
“Wait! I gotta—”
“NO TIME FOR THAT! Also take a fast bath... no offense but you stink!” Tribbie exclaimed while doing their “yucky” face.
“Oh good you're finally here, deliverer. Though you brought change to Amphoreus, It's important to remind you about punctuality ” Aglaea said with her usual calm voice.
“You were taking so long to get ready that we couldn't help but eat! Don't worry we will hold a grand feast after the ceremony hehe~” Cyrene said while hugging Little Ica with both her hands.
“Well.. we can't have the deliverer go with an empty stomach so join us!” Hyacine dragged me with a bright smile to the set of tables with multiple dishes served which was probably expertly done by Mydei. Asserted by the spicy with a hint of sweet aroma surrounding the dishes served.
I took a seat, examined the sight in front of me and exhaled a long breath.
Hysilens chumping down Cerydra's unfinished food.
“Your appetite is no match to others, little gray fry.”
Castorice showing Mydei her newly written novel.
“When the two men kissed, the twilight courtyard emitted more brightness.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, all the mangas I read clearly depict homosexual love as a powerful shield to defeat…”
Anaxa and Aglaea doing their usual bickering.
“Hmph, it's absolutely nonsensical to ride the Dromas to go to the celebration. I say we go there by walking.”
“Dromas are the fundamental beings who guided our ancestors to the right passage. That is because Dromas have the psychic abilities to…”
Cipher doing her usual tricks to the tribios.
“APPLES! Thanks Little Ciphy!” the tribios exclaimed.
In a sudden swoosh the apple turned into a lemon.
*Crunch*
“Eugh.. Trianne, Trinnon, why is this stuff sour.. Wah— Little Ciphy!”
Cyrene and Hyacine playing together with Little Ica.
“Oh, who's the Little Ica? Oh you are! Want some more?”
“I think that's enough I mean, is he even little—”
“...”
“OKAY!~ hahaha eat more LITTLE fella!”
It's nice to see the Chrysos Heirs full of life and smiling while they enjoy the long awaited feast after the eternal recurrences.
Well not all of them.
There is just one man missing who would've done anything to see this sight.
Phainon.
I wonder where he is now?
“Careful going up the Dromas!” Aglaea warned.
“I'll be fine—” Shit I slipped.
“Got you.” a gold armed man said, holding my arm and stopping my fall.
“Ah, thank you Mydeimos!”
“It's no problem, Hero from the sky.” He said gently. A demeanor totally far from the Mydei in the previous cycles. He then glanced around the place until his eyes lingered to the statue of Kephale. I scratched my head then also glanced at the statue of Kephale, the worldbearing titan.
Worldbearing.
Deliverer.
Phainon.
I relaxed during the stroll in Okhema. Well, it's relaxing until I realized how slow the Dromas are walking.
If I hit the Droma with my bat hard, will it walk faster? Is there a law against harassment of Dromas? I gotta ask Cerydra about that.
My running thoughts then were cut off by the sight of the smiling faces of the people in Okhema. Happily congratulating me for being the Deliverer.
I smiled and waved to them. Burying the deep guilt I have for gaining such title. The title that someone else should bear for the burning he endured to slow down the black tide.
Then the faces turned into a blurry still picture. Alike to a big mush of sloppy paint job. The voices they encode turns to static. Unrecognizable both visually and aurally.
Then amidst all the citizens, there is the bright, golden hero of Amphoreus.
In his hideously colored and assorted, normal civilian clothing. Clapping with his usual happy demeanor. That is to be expected from the deliverer.
Suddenly, the noise of the crowd shuffles in.
There he is. He's finally here.
I looked behind my right shoulder and saw Mydei. Facing the same way I'm facing. His face uncertained, unnerved.
“That man..” he said, brows furrowed and mouth agape.