9 hours ago
Anton was surprised. Channelers seemed important here, and it seemed two coming out of the same ceremony was a big deal. But the man in front of Anton, The Luminar and leader of this Brotherhood, wanted to hear what he had to say. Anton had the feeling he would be underwhelmed by it, but Anton could at least get the guidance he needed.
When Theron beckoned, Anton followed. He wanted to, but even had he been hesitant, he had a feeling that he would have followed anyway. Theron had a natural charisma that made people want to listen to him. It was an aura that radiated from him. It was easy to see how he had wrangled followers in the wake of the Ascendancy's proclamation.
"Anton," he said. "You can call me Anton."
He followed the Luminar into another room. Anton entered, and although he had initially found the Chamber of Echoes intriguing, he was glad to leave it behind. Sound was his life. He lived and breathed it day after day, but although fear was diminished, he was still slightly uneasy at what he had experienced.
"Memories may be the wrong word, but it is the only word I can use to describe what I saw. Memories aren't just images. They encapsulate all the senses, and most importantly, there are emotions connected to them. I didn't just see images. I lived them. Lived the memories of a man who, if he even existed, has been dead for thousands of years." Anton stopped, took a breath and continued. "Before I tell you what I saw, may I ask if you are familiar with the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?"
When Theron beckoned, Anton followed. He wanted to, but even had he been hesitant, he had a feeling that he would have followed anyway. Theron had a natural charisma that made people want to listen to him. It was an aura that radiated from him. It was easy to see how he had wrangled followers in the wake of the Ascendancy's proclamation.
"Anton," he said. "You can call me Anton."
He followed the Luminar into another room. Anton entered, and although he had initially found the Chamber of Echoes intriguing, he was glad to leave it behind. Sound was his life. He lived and breathed it day after day, but although fear was diminished, he was still slightly uneasy at what he had experienced.
"Memories may be the wrong word, but it is the only word I can use to describe what I saw. Memories aren't just images. They encapsulate all the senses, and most importantly, there are emotions connected to them. I didn't just see images. I lived them. Lived the memories of a man who, if he even existed, has been dead for thousands of years." Anton stopped, took a breath and continued. "Before I tell you what I saw, may I ask if you are familiar with the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?"