The God Who Remained, part 1

Legends long forgotten speak of an ancient race of powerful beings. A race who built the Great Sphere, a race whose broken world now makes up the millions of islands of the Eversea. Legends that, if they are to be believed, speak of weapons of immense power, weapons that could slay a God, weapons that could shatter a world. Those same legends also speak of a forgotten deity who might offer knowledge of such weapons. A single God, a God known only as “The God Who Remained…”



… The constructs waited.

They had waited for a million years. Unmoving, uncaring. They waited. Theirs was eternity to own. They had no passion, they felt no boredom. They knew only one thought: At any cost - Do not let any take the crystal from the stone circle.

They heard the intruders long before the intruders knew they existed. They read their thoughts even before they’d found the eternally warring spirits of the Logarmayon. But the intruders were not trying to take the crystal from the stone circle, so the constructs waited.

They watched passionless as the intruders circumvented the warring spirits to enter the hall of learning. There the intruders repaired the Encyclopaedia, and there they learnt about the destruction of the Logarmayon; how they’d offended their god, and plotted their own divinity at any cost.

But they did not try to move the crystal, so the constructs waited.

They watched without feeling as the intruders went to the people’s tower. There they set free the five rebellious leaders of the people, whose greed and lust for personal power had turned the citizens against each other. The constructs listened as the intruders wondered why the God who Remained had done nothing to prevent this tragedy. They listened without sorrow as the intruders learnt that it was the God himself who had done this. The God who had slain his own people rather than wait for them to destroy themselves. The God who now would not forgive himself, and who had torn off a part of his soul rather than risk allowing himself to receive his own compassion.

Still they waited, for none tried to remove their crystal from the stone circle. And they would wait for ever for…

…suddenly it was gone.

A pair of stone arms had risen from the floor, enveloped the crystal which had been the focus of the growing divinity which the people had coveted, and it was gone. Only one had managed to unleash her lightening, but had missed.

And in less than a moment, the crystal was gone.

…

Their purpose had ended. With no instructions left to fulfil, the light in their eyes slowly dimmed as they each fell into the requisite dreamless inactivity. There, they would wait for further instructions. And they could wait forever, for theirs was eternity to own…