Coming to Terms – Part 8

This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.

“Mmm…” Amon responded with a non-committal sound from the back of his throat. The one he used when he was thinking about things.

It was hard to believe that people, especially those who were facing war with an enemy who already replicated the technology of Allag, wouldn’t want technology of their own. Koh certainly seemed excited anytime he left her breadcrumbs of information… and some of the greatest arms and armor were exchanged regularly for random Allagan Tomestones… that no one really knew the contents of!

“I cared about many things. You may not believe it, but I gave my life caring about Allag and its people. And now that I’ve returned to this world, even if no one else remembers… I still care. I don’t think that’s ever going to change.”

“Caring?” Scylla gave a tired look at Amon.  “What does that mean to you?”

“Tis… a nebulous emotion. One I have trouble defining.” Amon pursed his lips. “I suppose caring about something… means it’s something you’re willing to dedicated your life to. To be willing to do anything… to go to any lengths for it.”

“What you fail to understand, is that being willing to go to any length, may be accepting that the other person, or nation, does not want to accept your ways.” Scylla shrugged. “Despite what Father said, you weren’t always right, Amon.  I can attest to that.”

Amon’s golden eyes widened and his ears twitched upwards just a tiny bit. He spluttered a flustered sound that finally formed one word.


Typical Amon… always trying to be the funny man to break a somber moment.

“I don’t know how long you have, or if your friends will ever see you again.” Scylla stood up, leaning on her healing rod. “But if I were you, I’d start fessing up and taking action about how you’ve behaved to them.”

“A new word for your vocabulary… something you might not understand.”  Scylla opened the door and looked back at him.


Amon watched as Scylla closed the door behind her. Only then did he finally let out a long breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, his face creasing with a pained glimpse of the real emotion he felt.

“I’m afraid it’s far too late for some of us, my dear.”

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