The Primordial Record

Chapter 983  A Broken Thing

Saying these cryptic words, Elura finally drove the needle into her forehead that seemed to have reached its end and when she dropped her hand, Elura was gone and his mother sat before him, her eyes closed as if deep in sleep.

There was no need for words, Rowan instantly knew that the woman before him was the one that gave birth to him, her face and Elura's were exact, but her Aura… was blazing.

Where Elura'a Aura was cold and calculating, his mother was nothing but fire, her robes were an indication of her Spirit, boundless. She did not walk in the shadows, and her emotions were worn on her sleeves. She loved without judging and her smile… her laughter… gods her laughter. Rowan could still remember the dance he had with her when Time was frozen and the universe was for them alone.

Before Rowan could have the chance to fully comprehend what was happening the endless field of flowers below rippled and gathered together in a terrifying storm that soon dissolved into the body of a different Elura.

Rowan looked between the still form of his mother before him and Elura standing by the side and a hint of confusion passed through his eyes he wanted to speak, but once again Elura interrupted him, "I cannot give you what you want, I can only give you a moment and you have to make a small sacrifice to take this opportunity I have given you. This sacrifice…" Elura smiled, "... somehow I don't think it would be a problem for you making it." She sighed and pointed toward the horizon, "This is only possible because this space is special, but it also has its limits. My father's domain is strong, but the pillars of our bloodline are jealous. The sun will set in a while, and when it is done, she will be gone forever, I love you, my son." With those last words, Elura vanished leaving him alone with his mother who was cloaked in a robe of scarlet, with her eyes closed.

Rowan's body seemed to move on its own volition and drifted towards her. The faint memories he had of his childhood, the chubby young child running through an endless forest of green, happy and content knowing he had a mother who loved and cherished him, the tears in her eyes as she….

Too many memories, they overwhelmed him. Tiny in the larger scheme of things, Rowan held far more memories than these faint recollections, but each one carried the weight of tenderness. His hand rose up and he almost touched her face, but he hesitated, once upon a time his mother had seemed so powerful to him, and now she appeared incredibly frail, her existence held by a single thread that was slowly fraying. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He understood the sacrifice that Elura spoke of, and she was correct, Rowan did not hesitate and he manifested the Eld Seed in his hand and gently fed it to his mother.

The Eld Seed contained all the memories of the Land of Miracles that Elura had planted for him in wait, also it was considered one of the rare methods to gain Aetherium, a rare resource in all of reality that was deeply desired.

Old Man Seed had told him that this Eld Seed was not just a normal Seed, but one that was free of any taint, which means that no Primordial Will was buried inside of it, making this Seed incredibly precious. It could as well be unique.

Despite all these positives to the Eld Seed, none of them was as important as the final aspect it contained, his memories.

A million years of his life were missing, taken by his mother to safeguard until the time was ready for Rowan to receive them. To suppress the Eye of the Primordial of Time, Rowan could not harvest the souls of any of the Reflections and kept them as a barrier over the Eye, so he could not read their memories.

Before now he had planned to utilize the Eld Seed after he had fully investigated its components or at the least tried to decipher its process of creation in order to figure out how to develop the ability to manifest Aetherium. To find a second Seed of Aetherium without the Will of a Primordial embedded in it would be nearly impossible but Rowan sacrificed the seed without hesitation.

If Elura could find one, he would be able to find another, the chance to reconcile with his mother after a million years of separation may not come again, even if it appears that their time together would be short.

Rowan watched his mother closely, from the moment he fed her the Eld Seed, it had only been a few seconds and there did not seem to be any changes in her body, but his eyes soon saw the beginning of one.

Her Aura began to rise, and her body which seemed to be lifeless began to grow warm, and then ridiculously hot, until the temperature exuding from her body was approaching the heat from the core of a star. The world around them did not change, such an amount of heat was nothing to a world created by a higher dimensional being, and Rowan did not even acknowledge it, his eyes were for his mother alone.

Her pale cheeks grew red and her chest rose. Her eyelids shook as a slight frown crossed her face, Rowan held his breath, before without any indication, her eyes flew open.

The world changed color. The light from the setting sun grew richer, as the grass and trees across the entire world turned a shade of scarlet, from afar it was as if the world had transformed into a red star.

Her eyes at first were disoriented. This was from a woman who had expected to never wake up again, with the part she was expected to play done, she was to sleep the long sleep of oblivion, but unexpectedly…

Memories inundated her consciousness and powers flowed in her veins, and she felt the wrongness of it all,

'No, this is not meant for me… this is a mistake, it was supposed to be given to my son. Where is he? Where is my boy?!'

Her consciousness returned fully and her confused eyes focused and she looked across and saw him. There was silence for a while as their eyes met, the communication between them was wordless, but it did not make it any less profound.

Elura gasped as bloody tears began rolling from her eyes that went alit, burning like flaming pearls. Rowan wanted to raise his hands to do something, anything, but it was so difficult, it was as if he had forgotten what it meant to give comfort… his hands knew nothing but death, how could they give out tenderness?

The eyes of his mother went wide as realization crossed her features, and she broke the invisible barrier between them and drew Rowan to her in a hug that would crush mountains to dust.

Rowan's hands were raised, and they slowly descended until he was holding her, and he heard his mother whisper in his ears, and the sadness in her voice touched a part of his consciousness he had thought long lost,

"Oh, my dear boy, your heart is a broken thing."