Gregory didn't understand what had led him here, but he knew it was some higher power. As of late Tyrandil had been acting up through the infusion and the bonds with the angel within had become shaky. Whether fighting to get out, or being pushed, the battle in his mind would sometimes invoke powerful headaches. Merely the thought of those cranial disasters brought on another, but as he gaze out to the plains rubbing his temples a warm feeling of satisfaction washed them away. A small smile cracked his face but he was unsure as to why.
The longs grass tickled his legs as he continued to walk aimlessly, and the thought of flight never occurred to him. A hazy sense of joy fogged his vision as his headache was completely driven away, and the feeling of joy washed further into light laughter. His head felt light, it felt as though some unseen pressure on his brain had been lifted, and as his spirits rose he took into a light jog and eventually a joyous run. This feeling he did not understand overwhelmed him, but after such stress and worry he was completely willing to lose all traces of himself and just go with the flow.
He abruptly stopped and rubbed the tears of joy and wind from his eyes. Sighing loudly he allowed himself to fall back to the hard ground, but found that he pleasingly landed on soft grass and soil. Glancing to his left, a small stone object met his eye. Long purple fingers wiped the soil from the plaque and his deep purple eyes studied the writing. Kuya. His eyes narrowed as he took it in, and as realization overcame him, there was something else that he was to pay attention to.
Bright light exploded above him and briefly he saw the white glowing outline of an angelic man Float downwards towards him, and before he could react the ethereal form entered his body and slammed his soul. The headache was back in full vengeance, but not for long. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he lost strength in his limbs, and his eyes shifted from their deep purple to a dilated pink. He began to hover over the ground, and his own aura flared and was overtaken by a new strength. White light became his whole body, and memories of his own past dove into his mind along with knowledge beyond that of mortal men, and entering that of a deity.
He began to understand. As he float in the air, white light growing brighter, he began to regain control of his limbs, along with feeling, and he felt in his obsidian hand the rough edges of the plaque he had been studying. As the light faded, his headache was no more, and he found himself standing upright, the tomb of Kuya in his hands. He understood what had happened, and the sheer amazement was replaced with a subtle understanding of the new duties placed on his shoulders. This was a duty to an entire world, and entire people, and he was ready to do anything to fulfill them. He cast the tomb of Kuya out before him and a dazzling explosion of light shook the world.
Purple smoke and brown dust cleared quickly, as if aided, to reveal a mighty building where once stood nothing. The Temple of light was Reborn in fashion of its owner. Moon-elf in design it was full of curves and magically fuelled oddities. Lights were not needed, as the temple was of itself a source of light. It was shaped as a great white pyramid, with short stairs leading to the entrance, and stairs around leading to the unknown top. He gazed on at his temple with solemn respect, and turned to face the world at his doorstep.
"And now, World, I have become as I promised." He smiled as the words quietly formed to sound and the words were heard by every living being in Imythess.
"The God of Light is reborn". His small smile shifted to a wide grin, as his angelic chipicana fought its way from his backpack and ripped off towards the temple. Now that his power-struggle was over for himself, it was time to act as the mind of the light. Hopefully not the muscle as well.
Lady Era had felt it, recognizing the power not for exactly what it was, but as most defiantly Devine. So she left her own temple and took wing. The place was not really that far, which was a bit unnerving at first. Her place was in the desert though the planes were not far. She felt obligated to find out exactly who it was herself.
She flew upon her elemental wings until she was within sight of a figure standing before a new structure. His words filled the air as did the light radiating from him. Another deity? The God of Light reborn?
She didn’t know who the last God of light had been, but she did remember a chapel fallen into rune that had belonged to the God of Light. By accident a seal had been broken and she had helped the one who broke the seal to fight back the tainted beast. She paused in mid-air for a moment then shifted to her Fire Elemental form. Her wings dissolved and her hair seemed to catch flame as she was lowered to the earth. Black replaced her red clothing and her skin shifted smoothly from its normal white to pink and then a glowing red. It was the form she had fought that beast in. She called the mists from the air as she landed on the earth and started to walk, letting the lightness of the mist cling to the ground and dampen the grasses so she would not catch them on fire in passing. She still left ashen footprints behind her though as she walked up to the figure before the glowing structure.
As she approached she realized that she did in fact know this man. She smiled; glad it was a familiar face and not someone who would create unneeded chaos or grief for her. She raised her arm in greeting then, calling out to him. “Gregory! Gregory Faust! I’m glad it is you I find here!”