The Truth Begins.
712 Words
Caelion didn’t move for a moment after the file opened. Ascension Candidate: Caelion Vireth.
He read it again.
Slowly. Carefully.
Ensuring that there was no error.
“O, there it is,” said Caelion to himself.
He moved up to the floating record and put up his hand. The seal was already broken. The contents responded to him easily now.
“Shew me all,” Caelion said.
The record expanded. More lines appeared. More details. Structured. Official. Impossible to deny.
Candidate Status: Approved
Tier of Ascension: Complete Knowledge Integration.
Status: Council Majority Waiting Final Confirmation.
The eyes of Caelion contracted a little.
Complete knowledge, he whisper said.
He had heard what that was all about. Everything. No restrictions. No sealed records. No hidden truths. He kept reading.
Evaluation Summary:
Subject indicates outstanding congruence with Godly absorption levels.
Mental resilience: High
Stability in power: Operated in extreme conditions.
Exposure tolerance: Over acceptable limits.
Caelion sighed a little.
So they knew, he said.
He scrolled further.
Risk Assessment:
Candidate can access confined source information on completion.
Risks of unauthorized disclosure: Critical.
Caelion stopped. His expression changed. Not confusion. Not anger. Something sharper.
“Data of origin,” he muttered to himself.
He had a notion of what that was. but the record proved it. He continued.
Recommendation: Ascension to be careful.
Observation: Subject can reveal discrepancies in lineage that are classifiable.
Caelion clenched his hand.
“And there it is, “ he said.
His voice was a little lower.
Controlled.
“They were afraid of what I would find.”
He saw the succeeding part.
Final Status Update:
Ascension process halted.
Candidate was dismissed before integration.
Silence. Complete. Caelion didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even blink.
He kept the words before him.
Clear. Final. No interpretation needed.
Then… He exhaled.
Slowly.
“That’s all,” Caelion said.
His voice didn’t shake. Didn’t rise. It stayed steady.
“They didn’t kill me because I was possessed .”
He checked his name on the record.
“They killed me because I was going to succeed.”
The consciousness had sacked in. Everything connected.
The curse. The sudden assignment. Council silence. Eryndor’s reaction. Seris’s hesitation.
“They understood what would happen in case I ascended,” Caelion said.
His jaws set a little tighter.
I would know all.
He dropped his hand lazily.
“And they couldn’t allow that.”
The room was different now. Not just a place. A system. A system constructed upon managed reality.
And they named it mercy, Caelion said to him.
The word didn’t sound right anymore. It never had.
Now he knew why.
“It was not mercy,” Caelion answered.
“It was prevention. But what are they afraid to tell they were forced to kill me and perjure before the court? Was that voice right? Am I not to be one of them?”
The light shifted. Caelion saw it at a glance. His mind did not react as quickly as his body. A slight burn upon his skin.
He looked up.
Moonlight. It poured through the tall windows. Stronger than before. Wider.
Going further into the archives.
“No,” Caelion said to himself.
He stepped back.
Too late. The light touched his shoulder. Pain hit instantly. His breath caught. The disguise flickered.
His skin…Cracked. Dark lines came up to the surface. The illusion was stretched to breaking.
“Not now,” Caelion said to himself.
He ran, in an attempt to get out of the light. But it was more quickly spread. Across the floor. Blocking his path. The room brightened. Too bright.
The disguise began to rip. His hand moved first. The skin darkened. The veins surfaced. Then his arm. Then his neck. Caelion bit his lip.
“Keep it together,” he said.
The magic resisted. Struggling to retain the shape. But the moonlight was more insistent. Unforgiving. Unstoppable. The book before his eyes was tearing.And then.There was a voice behind him. The air tightened.
And then…A voice spoke behind him. Calm. Certain.
“Now I am sure you ought to be dead.”
Caelion froze.
The voice continued.
“But I guess that little note did its duty.”
Caelion turned slowly. Eryndor Vale was the entrance to the archive room. Watching him.
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