Draco shivered constantly, too weak to keep his arms around himself. Voices whispered in his head, more than he could count, as he sluggishly crawled to a bed that his uncle had materialized. He pulled the covers off and wrapped himself up, his body feeling as cold and stiff as ice. An itching in his nose grew stronger, and stronger, until he felt a sneeze coming along.
"Ah... ah... CHOO!"
This wasn't a normal sneeze. Energy blasted out in front of him, sending him tumbling backwards, and slammed into the wall ahead of him, which was absorbed by the cube. Draco weakly groaned as his body ached from the force of it all. Nyla huffed weakly, her scales discolored as she kept still, her eternal flame at its weakest.
This... this is an Illness... tuvek (fuck), this is awful.
It... it gets worse... Reku'un.
These voices... what... what are they saying?
They're... the voices of your predecessors... the Makti before you... all of them... their memories... of loved ones... enemies... their struggles... it will all hit us in time.
And... and then w-w-what?
...w-we... try... not l-losing... our minds.
A grin barely made its way onto Draco's face. It vanished when he was thrown into a violent coughing fit, draining him of energy and breath. He wheezed for breath as he picked himself up off the floor. There wasn't anything to keep him warm, and his energy was falling well below what he needed to function. In an effort to stand, his knees buckled and he fell forward. He felt a growing numbness, just as the edges of his vision began to darken. Ember fell unconscious during her Illness. This must have been the same. Yet he still fought to keep awake; something he couldn't afford to do with so little to fight with. The darkness claimed him... but a light brought him back.
Except he wasn't Draco. No, he was in a new body. This was an adult, a mature Signa... and actually pretty weak. His power matched an adolescent's, but the other energies around him were weaker. He tried to look around, but his body refused to obey him. Instead, he felt himself start to walk. The hall he walked through was dimly lit, but he could make out carvings of a trunk. There was a sense of anxiety... but pride outweighed that. He reached a set of doors, and behind it he could feel an immeasurable amount of energy. The sheer presence made him awestruck, but not as much as he'd expect. His new entity took a deep breath before opening the door, and in front of him stood dozens of Signa and regulars. Now that they were in the light, Draco noticed there was a small boy beside him, holding his hand in fright.
And then, Draco looked upon a being he would never forget. Her body was Loki'irian, but she clearly wasn't Loki'irian. Her very body wasn't made of skin. Her hair billowed behind her, flames replacing strands of hair, while her body seemed to twinkle with stars and galaxies. Her eyes were like her hair in color, flames of all colors mixing. She was beautiful... a divine being if he had ever seen one. The goddess turned to him and smiled, giving his current form's son a small wave. They walked over to her and stood at her front.
Then, she spoke.
"Today, marks the end of Drepshol's reign, and the first Era of peace since its beginning starts on this day. And it is because of your world, your people, that I am here to say this. I honor you today, people of the nameless world, by giving you order. By thanking you. By letting the cosmos know who it was that brought about the end of bloodshed. Let it be known, to those who would seek harm, and to those who seek an ally. You are Loki'ir! My sword and my shield! Vanguards of what is just! And today, you will bow to one who will lead your people!" Draco felt her hand touch him, bestowing a massive amount of power into him. "On this day, I declare Homku Nuruga as Makti! My right hand. And his son, and those of the Makti, will forever be known as the Doshu'um! They will lead your people through conflict, through strife, and together as a race, you will keep peace and fight the evils left behind, wherever they may lurk. No matter what happens... know that I will always watch over you... it is of my deepest gratitude that I leave this responsibility to you. Salemos, my children. We will all meet again.
A blinding light shot down from heavens and engulfed her, and when the light vanished, so had she. Homku looked to his people, then to his son, and finally to his wife. "Minira... has turned us into warriors... into guardians... as Makti, I will fight to let those that lurk in the dark know who we are!" he bellowed, raising his axe. "Who are we?!"
The entire planet erupted into a simultaneous shout.
"WE ARE LOKI'IR! VANGUARDS OF THE MOTHER!"
Draco felt this swelling pride... this unimaginable happiness. He felt... as if he had found the meaning to his life. As if there was a fulfillment of his soul. A purpose. The purpose his ancestors knew.
And then, he was back in his own body.
The pains and ailments rocked him as he returned from his flashback... or whatever he would call it. It wasn't a delusion, or a dream... it was a memory. The first Makti... the first ruler of their unnamed world. And the woman he'd seen. There was no denying what and who she was.
She was Minira... the Mother, the Creator... and his legal grandmother.
That... w-was weird.
Yes... it... it was. We will know what they did... in time... Reku'un.
So... there's... m-more?
Yes... eight... eight hundred and fifty four of them... followed by an insanity test.
R-Right... Nyla?
Y-Yes?
I'm... sleepy...
He slumped over, his eyes falling shut, and collapsed. His energy lingering on the border of zero. Nyla soon joined him in that darkness, her breaths coming in every few minutes.