breakfast?”
I ask.
“Well…” Clarence starts.
“We are still unsure…” Qippert cuts him off,
leaning forward. “The queen…well, the queen was not exactly thrilled when she found out the entirety of the Muskos were
captured and imprisoned last night. Especially after the Vermix
filled most of the cells earlier in the day. She is a little…”
“…upset,” Clarence concludes. “That’s why
it’s smart to have some Hunnis ready. Salva? You know when they’ll
be bringing the Hunnis?”
“As soon as the Fychu arrives.”
“Clarence…” I begin. I know it’s probably not
the time to ask, but I’ve wanted to know for a while. “What exactly
does Fychu mean?”
“ Fychu ,” he emphasizes the word, “is a
title of great distinction. It’s given to an Arizal Master .”
“Master?” Pratt squints. “Master of
what?”
“Arts,” he shrugs. “History. Combat.
Philosophy. Politics… it as seen as conquering life and all her
distinguished attributes.”
“Do you have any ambition to become a Fychu?”
Mae asks.
“No,” Clarence laughs, stroking his chin in
amusement. “I don’t think I’m Fychu material.”
“Why not?” Pratt frowns.
“And you?” Mae directs her question to
Qippert before Clarence can answer.
“Uh…” and he’s blushing. “I am more than
happy to serve below Blovid and the Fychu, but… I do not think my
talents lie in their intensive studies and responsibilities.”
“Why? What do Fychu’s do ?”
“They are Peace Leaders,” Qippert explains.
“As acting representatives of the Lost Princesses—those who
bestowed the Three Gifts to The Three Worlds. Fychus are the
closest link to the other side we can get.”
“What other side?” Werzo frowns.
“Do you mean to God?” I ask.
“Well…” Clarence sort of nods, “to the
creator of this,” he holds up his hands, indicating the space
around him, “all this. All life. In your world you refer to Him as
God. But here, it is just the Spirit, the Mother, the embodiment of
The Way.” He readjusts in his seat. “When She created life, She
sent Her daughters to deliver Her gifts, one to each world. To
Dellapalania, She gave the Gift of Sight, to Nerwolix, the Gift of
Knowledge and to Mybyncia, the Gift of Ability.”
“What are the Gifts?” Pratt asks. “Like, what
do they do?”
“They are the most sacred of objects.
Together, they form a tool... a weapon ,” Clarence sighs.
“They can create life… or destroy it. But they’re never to be used.
The Gifts are meant to be kept separate, to keep the peace of the
Three Worlds.”
“So what’s the point?” Jace asks. “If they’re
not even supposed to be used? Why have them?”
“They’re not supposed to be used for personal
gain, for minor disputes or conflicts. The Gifts are a way of
keeping the Three Worlds from falling, from descending into chaos
and destruction. It is only in the direst of circumstances
that they should be brought together. And they shouldn’t ,
really, ever. No one has the capacity to wield that sort of power.
Not even a Fychu. That’s why they’re kept separate.” Clarence
glances around, making sure we understand. “Among other
responsibilities, a Fychu is meant to protect the Gifts. He’s meant
to help keep the balance of the world.”
“How do you become a Fychu?” Mae asks just as
Sampson enters the Dining Hall, everyone growing silent.
“Something I missed?” Sampson seats himself
next to Qippert who bows at his arrival.
“Can we have the Hunnis brought?” Salva calls
over her shoulder, into the main hallway behind her. She sits next
to Sampson, glancing around the table with more enthusiasm than
I’ve seen. “The Glippis heart will be served first, followed by the
Wigwig and Wormin.”
“So what’s this Wigwig we’re eating?” Werzo
rubs his stomach before making a disgruntled face. “It’s not like
the eye… is it?”
“It is the main prey of the Glippis,” she
says, oblivious
I ask.
“Well…” Clarence starts.
“We are still unsure…” Qippert cuts him off,
leaning forward. “The queen…well, the queen was not exactly thrilled when she found out the entirety of the Muskos were
captured and imprisoned last night. Especially after the Vermix
filled most of the cells earlier in the day. She is a little…”
“…upset,” Clarence concludes. “That’s why
it’s smart to have some Hunnis ready. Salva? You know when they’ll
be bringing the Hunnis?”
“As soon as the Fychu arrives.”
“Clarence…” I begin. I know it’s probably not
the time to ask, but I’ve wanted to know for a while. “What exactly
does Fychu mean?”
“ Fychu ,” he emphasizes the word, “is a
title of great distinction. It’s given to an Arizal Master .”
“Master?” Pratt squints. “Master of
what?”
“Arts,” he shrugs. “History. Combat.
Philosophy. Politics… it as seen as conquering life and all her
distinguished attributes.”
“Do you have any ambition to become a Fychu?”
Mae asks.
“No,” Clarence laughs, stroking his chin in
amusement. “I don’t think I’m Fychu material.”
“Why not?” Pratt frowns.
“And you?” Mae directs her question to
Qippert before Clarence can answer.
“Uh…” and he’s blushing. “I am more than
happy to serve below Blovid and the Fychu, but… I do not think my
talents lie in their intensive studies and responsibilities.”
“Why? What do Fychu’s do ?”
“They are Peace Leaders,” Qippert explains.
“As acting representatives of the Lost Princesses—those who
bestowed the Three Gifts to The Three Worlds. Fychus are the
closest link to the other side we can get.”
“What other side?” Werzo frowns.
“Do you mean to God?” I ask.
“Well…” Clarence sort of nods, “to the
creator of this,” he holds up his hands, indicating the space
around him, “all this. All life. In your world you refer to Him as
God. But here, it is just the Spirit, the Mother, the embodiment of
The Way.” He readjusts in his seat. “When She created life, She
sent Her daughters to deliver Her gifts, one to each world. To
Dellapalania, She gave the Gift of Sight, to Nerwolix, the Gift of
Knowledge and to Mybyncia, the Gift of Ability.”
“What are the Gifts?” Pratt asks. “Like, what
do they do?”
“They are the most sacred of objects.
Together, they form a tool... a weapon ,” Clarence sighs.
“They can create life… or destroy it. But they’re never to be used.
The Gifts are meant to be kept separate, to keep the peace of the
Three Worlds.”
“So what’s the point?” Jace asks. “If they’re
not even supposed to be used? Why have them?”
“They’re not supposed to be used for personal
gain, for minor disputes or conflicts. The Gifts are a way of
keeping the Three Worlds from falling, from descending into chaos
and destruction. It is only in the direst of circumstances
that they should be brought together. And they shouldn’t ,
really, ever. No one has the capacity to wield that sort of power.
Not even a Fychu. That’s why they’re kept separate.” Clarence
glances around, making sure we understand. “Among other
responsibilities, a Fychu is meant to protect the Gifts. He’s meant
to help keep the balance of the world.”
“How do you become a Fychu?” Mae asks just as
Sampson enters the Dining Hall, everyone growing silent.
“Something I missed?” Sampson seats himself
next to Qippert who bows at his arrival.
“Can we have the Hunnis brought?” Salva calls
over her shoulder, into the main hallway behind her. She sits next
to Sampson, glancing around the table with more enthusiasm than
I’ve seen. “The Glippis heart will be served first, followed by the
Wigwig and Wormin.”
“So what’s this Wigwig we’re eating?” Werzo
rubs his stomach before making a disgruntled face. “It’s not like
the eye… is it?”
“It is the main prey of the Glippis,” she
says, oblivious
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