The Primordial Record

Rowan thought there was no reason to lie at this time. He was affected by many things, but he was not ruled by fear, he was sure that Elura and the old man had seen through his actions when he had attacked and knew that he lacked fear even when facing a being as powerful as Elura turned out to be, although he did not go all out and call forth the full breadth of his powers, was it not the same for Elura?

It was a delicate balancing act, to show his true self while keeping the rest of his nature under wraps. It was a good thing that Rowan had truly once been mortal, and he knew that one trait of mortality was imperfection. He did not have to be perfect, only passionate.

Elura frowned, pondering on his words before asking, "What do you mean by saying; what she would want? Am I not your mother Romion?" gesturing to herself, "Is your memory of me so corrupted that you cannot recognize my Aura?"

Rowan considered his words for a brief moment and he chuckled, "The fact that you asked me that question should tell you everything. The Elura I knew understood that true connection did not lie in the surface, but here," he pointed towards his heart, and for a moment Rowan thought he felt a terrible storm brewing inside the eyes of Elura

"Easy with him Elura," the old man called out, "Remember his roots and his age, there are many things he would need to learn about beings of our level, and how difficult attachment is to form and maintain after the weight of time had scrubbed our memories raw, he does not know this aspect of you, so, be patient, give him the time to learn and appreciate this facet of your nobility. He has only known a loving mother, he has not met the Empress, and something tells me that you don't know his entire story either."

Elura snorted in irritation, "You seem awfully eager to defend him, and I did not forget your enjoyment at my humiliation."

"How could I not, it is not every day you see your face slammed into the ground by a mortal, and one that turned out to be your son. You have always lived a life of supreme control and it was not your humiliation that made me laugh, it was the fact that for the first time in a long time, you reminded me of the time you were a whelp, a memory that I feared had been lost in the deep bowels of time. Oh, daughter, the look of sheer surprise on your face! I would burn a thousand universes to dust just to see it again."

"Lovely," she muttered, before addressing Rowan, "Your actions against me were uncalled for, raising a blade against me without any prior justification is a deeply unfilial act, and you have stepped out of your bounds attacking an Eminence of my station, an act that would lead to an eternity of mortal punishment, for such a violation, the price you shall pay will be dire,"

Rowan shrank back before he squared his shoulders, and he nodded in acceptance, if there was a punishment to be dealt out, he was willing to take it, there should always be a price for thoughtless actions, even though he did not regret a single thing he did. The only regret was weakness.

Elura paused for a while, seemingly judging the manner Rowan handled her words before she continued,

"I have heard your words and those of your grandfather, and I am not thoughtless, at the end of everything you should know that I still remain your mother and I know that you did not act out of malice or the desire to truly do me harm, your actions, no matter how unwise, were borne from love, and although this love should have been directed towards me, I can understand the reason why it has been skewed. By the saints, I have seen greater acts of madness because of love."

This word she spoke seemed to surprise her, and her eyes finally firmed, Rowan knew that she had come to a decision,

"Romion look into my eyes as I tell you a great truth going forward, this is something that I suspect you know yourself deep in your heart, but sometimes, a truth is not acknowledged until said out loud. Just as a mere mortal possesses many facets to their character. A man can be a lovely father on one hand, and then becomes a fearsome warrior on the battlefield, slaughtering his foes without blinking an eye. How much so me, the first daughter of Miracle."

Her voice went soft like a breeze and it touched Rowan's ears, as if what she spoke was only for him alone, " I possess such an aspect, in ways you may find it difficult to accept. I am a queen yet a mother, I am a killer and a healer, I am light and I am darkness, I am Elura, and you my son shall know all of me and love all of me. I don't care if you love only one part of me, I shall make you love the rest. This is the price for drawing your blade against me."

Rowan went speechless, 'Something is wrong here. This is not how it should work. Damnit Elura, I am supposed to be the unreasonable one."

The old man sighed, "And you wonder where his madness comes from daughter."

Elura turned her nose up and sniffed, "I have spoken, and so my will will be done."

Turning to her father, "So you have seen his display of power, the reach of his potential, and have acknowledged what I told you. Of all my seed, he stands above them all, peerless. Tell me he does not deserve to be Prime."

The old man paused before frowning in deep thought, "You have truly placed a challenge in my path Elura, such powers he wields are nearly unfathomable, for the first time in my years, I am left wondering if it is possible to find the limit of a being."

Elura frowned, "Are you going to be backing down?"

"Backing down? That is a foolish thought" The old man waved his hands in annoyance, "No, this child is a masterpiece, and he will be treated as one."

Looking up at Rowan his eyes brightened, "Disregard my advice on planting your dimension in the Nothingness. That is a path for Kings and Emperors, but you have exceeded those limits, and doing so would be an insult to your potential. No, we forge your Circles!"

Elura's eyes widened and she went pale, she wanted to open her mouth to protest and then she fell deep into thought, but whatever was going on inside her head was so tumultuous, that she was biting her lips unknowingly. "Forge my Circles?" Rowan muttered in confusion.

"Your Supreme Circle child, what did you think the term came from? Since the beginning of creation, it is something that has been postulated, but considered impossible, because how could there ever be a mortal with a foundation solid enough to make their Circle come to fruition?"

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't," the old man laughed and tore reality with a gesture, "Follow me, I shall take you to the end of the Primordial Era, and the birth of the Supreme Circle. Your training has just begun."

"Training?"

Sigh, "Did my daughter Aura shatter your mind? If you are not aware, you have no right to refuse, that is also my price."

"Price of what?!" Rowan cried out as he was dragged back in time to the end of the Primordial Era.

"For being my grandson."