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    ........Solonn's father is a Steelix? Whoa.....didn't see that comin'.

    Me neither.

    ....great chapter, BTW.

    That....is....shocking.

    Uh, Skull?

    Pokemon normally get forced by humans to interbreed....didn't think it could happen for real....

    Uh, hello? Mr. Shadow Marowak? Are ya there?

    And a Steelix of all 'mon....sure, they live pretty dang far below the ground, but Glalie don't live THAT far!

    Uh....Skull?

    I mean, really.......Solonn having a Steelix for a father is just...

    SKULL!!

    WHAT?!?!?!

    You zoned out on me.

    Says the guy who gets Ninjashipping daydreams.

    *sweatdrops*

    Anyway....we gotta see what's next. Seriously.

    Oh, and "Grosh Argrosh" is....a repetative name, IMO.
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    Well, that was interesting. This chapter was actually a bit uplifting... somewhat, anything would be uplifting after the real downer chapter 12 was.

    Then again, imagining how a 30-foot steel serpent and a circular ice thing got it on is almost as bad as skitty on wailord...

    Solonn could not help but smile in the wake of his father’s elation at meeting him, as the Steelix slithered in a circle around him, looking him over. “By God, look at how you’ve grown since the last time I saw you!” he remarked animatedly as he stopped to face the Glalie again, his eyes glittering with tears of pride.
    either this is a very small typo or Steelix beleive in only one god...?
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    o.o Holy fitzdoodle. *whistles* That was a DAMNED cool idea, making a Steelix Solonn's father. I love Grosh's personality--I wasn't expecting him to be like that, not after the way he was introduced at the beginning of Communication. xD


    Cryokinesis is awesome, too. D: And you're really developed Solonn's personality wonderfully, with his quirks and manner of speaking--methodical and clipped, as an Ice-type typically acts.

    *bows to you* BOSS!

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    Shexy!
    Glalie on Steelix action!
    Seriously, kudos for using Steelix, one of the most awesome Pokemon ever.
    Grosh is so lovable. He makes me want a Steelix plushie!
    This is obviously some sort of transition chapter, between the horribleness of all humans dying, and more of Solonn's life getting seriously screwified.
    Ah, well. At least he'll have some happy moments.
    Again, Grosh pwns all.
    Also, good character development for Azvida.
    And finally, we need artwork of Grosh and Azvida.
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    Of course, I can't wait to see what happens next. Will Solonn gain the ability to use Feeve? Only time will tell. In the meantime, *huggle* and also Happy Birthday. Have a Charmander.
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    The moment I saw this, I knew our playlists were DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER!!! Except Billy Holiday replaces Silverchair. T_T Sorreh.

    OKAY. WOW. I've been an espically large craphole and have not reviewed in forever. But to say the least, I've gasped, shocked myself, spit soda out the nose, and laughed until I developed better abs.

    Seriously. :O

    Words fail what is the best piece of pokemon literature I've read. Starting with Solonn's transformation, through his learning of our language, and our traditions, and then back to his transformation and his discovery that *GASP* his father is a Steelix (Grosh), I've noticed he's not much different from me, or anyone I know, really. HIs revelations upon being a human were espically heart-wrenching, he saw it from such a clarified point of view, while we get all muddled up in things like that.

    Solonn <3 FOREVAR.

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    Another great chapter. I think I saw a few typos.

    yet provided more that enough illumination for the powerful eyes that now beheld this space.

    than

    Solonn made to do just that

    meant

    the Glalie in the center replied acidly, her eyes narrowed and smoldering in a venomous glare

    Shouldn't it be smoldered? I dunno. :P

    Anyway, it was a interestin chapter. I woulda been shocked by Solonn's father if I ain't accidentally scroll down and see Morpher's post. >_< I hate how it takes me hours just to finish readin. I'm so damn slow...

    Its great that Solonn's reunited with his family again, but still... I can't wait til we find out what killed all those humans... and etc, cuz i'm actually expectin some kinda huge fight.

    As always, the description was good and I could picture everythin. ^_^ Can't wait for the next chapter!

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    I was just about to PM you, then I saw it! Yay new chapter!

    Cool, two of my ideas were right: Solonn's father was a Steelix and his mother was captured by humans. Then again, I had a ton of guesses, so I guess I was bound to get something (and only those two ;_; ) right....

    I like how Grosh was so jolly! I was expecting a more serious character, but it was very nice that he wasn't. Poor dude, though. And Azvida, too. I hope they'll be able to live together without being shunned, or at least happily if they are.

    I'm with PDL, though. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around that couple, unless... cloacal kiss, perhaps? Makes me wonder.

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    Long, but very good. A Steeklix, eh? That's interesting. Sorry, I haven't been good at reviews lately.

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    Well... this is the second post I've made in this forum in quite some time...

    I'll admit, I never saw the Steelix father coming- at least not until this chapter. By the time you got to the conversation of "he needs to know" and add in everyone being scared of a big silver thing, plus the whole Solon's huge thing- it made perfect sense.

    Might Solon's heritage be part of the reason why he's got his little "talent" that he's so proud of?

    Anyways, it was a great chapter. I'd much rather put up with long waits than have anything in the chapter be sub-par. I look forward to see more of our jolly Steelix too.

    Nothing left to say, so until next time.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kaizer View Post
    Might Solon's heritage be part of the reason why he's got his little "talent" that he's so proud of?
    probably not, Steelix aren't exactly well known for their linguistic talents... it was most likely pure chance that he was born with it.

    What's weirder is that Solonn's father could have very well been a Castform, a Sudowoodo, a Nosepass or a Roselia o_O;
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    I have never thought that Solonn’s father would be a Steelix. Personally, I find it really odd. To me, this is an equivalent to a male Wailord having to mate with a female Skitty. >.< Ouch, that Skitty would be suffering some major back pain if that ever happens. I also think that this chapter is quite uplifting and heartwarming after that harrowing and emotional moment with Morgan’s demise and all. A thought occurred to me that Grosh appeared to be less grouchy than the last time we saw him, in chapter one of course.

    Apart from the possible typo PDL spotted, there were no other errors.

    Question, and I’ve been meaning to ask you this for sometime but I keep forgetting, how did you come up with those names like Solonn and Azvida?

    Overall, you did a great job again.

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    Morpher01:
    And a Steelix of all 'mon....sure, they live pretty dang far below the ground, but Glalie don't live THAT far!
    Under ordinary circumstances (as in, in the wild), the two species would never encounter one another since their habitats are nowhere near one another. Grosh and Azvida would never have met were it not for the fact that they ended up in the custody of the same human.

    Oh, and "Grosh Argrosh" is....a repetative name, IMO.
    Yes, it is. XD That’s part of why I love it.

    PDL:
    Then again, imagining how a 30-foot steel serpent and a circular ice thing got it on is almost as bad as skitty on wailord...
    Yes… best not to think about it too hard, although I imagine it’s already too late. XD

    either this is a very small typo or Steelix beleive in only one god...?
    Nope, not a typo. Grosh’s people are monotheistic. Not to say that all steelix are monotheistic in the context of my stories, however, just as not all glalie have the same belief system as the Virc.

    What's weirder is that Solonn's father could have very well been a Castform, a Sudowoodo, a Nosepass or a Roselia o_O;
    Oh, yes indeed. XD I would consider the castform one to be the most disturbing, but the nosepass possibility gets special honor for cracking me up. I don’t think I could have written about that pairing without laughing myself half to death—nosepass just amuse me too much; that’s a lot of what I love about them. XD

    Just think, I could have made Karo his father. XD Thank Ltiangle I didn’t. XP

    Scrap:
    I love Grosh's personality--I wasn't expecting him to be like that, not after the way he was introduced at the beginning of Communication. xD
    Yeah, I was very intent on making him just so. There were a number of other routes I could have taken with his personality and the way he handled what happened between him and Azvida—I could have taken the whole “deadbeat dad” approach with him and just had him not give a damn about Azvida or the kid, or I could have also just had Grosh be all, “Well then, screw you, *****!” and just hate her and never look back, but I wanted to do something different with him; I didn’t just want to write him off as an a-hole and never speak of him again. I very much preferred the idea of him being this warm, good-natured guy. ^^

    Infinite Master Sceptile:
    Ah, well. At least he'll have some happy moments.
    Yeah. ^^ Well, not everything can go wrong for the guy. XP

    And finally, we need artwork of Grosh and Azvida.
    Oh, absolutely, yes. Too bad I can’t draw worth poopty peupty pants-ss. XD;

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    Will Solonn gain the ability to use Feeve?
    Well… Normally, I’d be reluctant to spoil, but dangit, I just can’t help myself when it comes to revealing such wonderful news… yes! He will use Feeve for the very first time in “Chapter 16 - has slept!”. BUT! Will it be enough to defend against the forbidden Carrot Summon? o.o

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    HIs revelations upon being a human were espically heart-wrenching, he saw it from such a clarified point of view, while we get all muddled up in things like that.
    Yeah, I always figured he would be able to see us from an angle that we perhaps couldn’t.

    Azvida was always the cool mom I wanted to have.
    Yeah, I wish my mom had kick-*** ice powers… Nah, I know that’s not what you meant. XP

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    whit19: Typo killing time! *smites the first one* Now, as for the other two: I actually did mean “made to”; it’s being used in this case as sort of a substitute for “went to”, “chose to”, and “acted towards” at the same time—it’s kind of confusing for me to explain. @_@ Anyway, yeah, just an uncommon usage is all. In the case of “smoldered” vs. “smoldering”, I went with smoldering since I was using it as an adjective rather than a verb. Now, curiously, “narrowed”, with the “-ed” suffix, was chosen in that same sentence over “narrowing” for the same purpose. English can certainly be odd sometimes... o.o;

    Its great that Solonn's reunited with his family again, but still... I can't wait til we find out what killed all those humans... and etc
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    Kthleen:
    Cool, two of my ideas were right: Solonn's father was a Steelix and his mother was captured by humans. Then again, I had a ton of guesses, so I guess I was bound to get something (and only those two ;_; ) right....
    Well, stick around—this thing’s not over yet, and you may find more of your guesses coming true in chapters to come.

    I'm with PDL, though. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around that couple, unless... cloacal kiss, perhaps? Makes me wonder.
    It is defintely the sort of thing that’s conducive to wondering (and also to some very peculiar images, put mildly XD; ). I have my theories, but for the sake of keeping this thread and its subject matter at the PG-13 level (if only barely XD; ), I’m disinclined to speak of them outside of an IM convo or something equally private. XD;

    SnoringFrog:
    A Steeklix, eh? That's interesting.
    The matter of his parentage was one of the very first things about his character that I came up with, all the way back during the making of The Origin of Storms. In choosing that particular detail of that character, the thought came to me of how the Virc society at large might view hybridization (and why they view it that way), and a whole slew of ideas came forth from there. So, in a way, I guess I kind of have Grosh to thank for helping me develop certain aspects of Virc culture and history. ^^

    Kaizer:
    I'll admit, I never saw the Steelix father coming- at least not until this chapter. By the time you got to the conversation of "he needs to know" and add in everyone being scared of a big silver thing, plus the whole Solon's huge thing- it made perfect sense.
    I definitely had a fun time writing the part leading up to that revelation. ^^

    Might Solon's heritage be part of the reason why he's got his little "talent" that he's so proud of?
    I will say, for the record, that his linguistic and mimicry abilities have nothing to do with Grosh. And that is all I will say for now. X3

    I look forward to see more of our jolly Steelix too.
    I’m glad to hear that. ^^ Grosh is one of my favorites among my characters in terms of background, personality, and psychology, along with the likes of Azvida, Jal’tai, and Karo.

    Brian Powell:
    A thought occurred to me that Grosh appeared to be less grouchy than the last time we saw him, in chapter one of course.
    Well, at the time of the first chapter, Grosh had only learned of the problems facing his relationship with Azvida (as in just months prior), and in the scene of his first (veiled) appearance in the prologue, he was in the midst of acting upon a decision that had been very difficult and painful for him to make. So I reckon it stands to reason that he was not in the most cheerful of moods at the time.

    Question, and I’ve been meaning to ask you this for sometime but I keep forgetting, how did you come up with those names like Solonn and Azvida?
    They’re literally just whatever comes to mind that stick to the character. Generally, they don’t mean anything and don’t come from anywhere, although there are a few exceptions such as Raze, which just comes from “razor”.
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    I've been in a reviewing slump, unfortunately. Or I'd be quoting the "frell" out of this chapter .

    Anyways, my guess of Solonn's parentage was very much correct, I guessed that it was either an Onix or a Steelix at first - due to the way you described him leaving, but the later chapters in the TOoS that explained a bit of Solonn's attributes solidified my guess that it was a Steelix.

    I very much enjoyed this reunitement chapter - it was great to see Azvida again, and Jeneth reminds me of a certain someone. Even if its only by name. *coughJencough*... Any relation? XDXD

    Also, I very much like the character of Grosh, what an optimistic, likable fellow. We going to see much of him? I'd love to see more scenes with him in just because he's just that freakin' cool. It's nice to see that he harbors no ill feelings - I've seen many fics that go with the deadbeat husband approuch, I'm glad it's not the case. Solonn's got enough on his mind as it is.

    Ah, I hope that slimebag didn’t get away with it in the end, though…
    Ah, Grosh Agrosh, if only you knew .
    Also, just a question. If Solonn had not experienced what he did - what with him finding out about Jal'tai's deception - would he have been more bitter towards Azvida over her not telling him the truth about his parentage?

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    I've already shouted at you on MSN that I loved the chapter, but I decided that I owe you a decent review. ^_^ Aren't I wonderful?

    *This is part where you humour me*

    Anyway, to the fic, to the fic. Firstly, god damn you and your perfect description. Secondly, the identity of Solonn's father really surprised me. o-o I just thought he was some as!hole Glalie who decided he didn't want a kid. >_>;;; Perceptive, aren't I? But the choice of a Steelix...wow, that's intense. That's something I would have never thought of. Kind of a weird relationship, but still, if it works, it works! =D

    Also, again, despite my best efforts, I failed to see anything wrong with the chapter, grammar wise. God damn you and your perfect grammar, as well.

    The reunition of Solonn and Azvida was good, she was a decent character. And I'm presuming that his paternity is the reason Solonn is so large in comparison with the other Glalie? Oh good.

    Anyway, must be off. But this really was a superb chapter, Sike. Good luck with your next one!

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    Yes, I'm late. D=

    Very interesting.. Who would have thought that Solonn's dad is a Steelix. His size makes perfect sense now. Anyways, I have a couple of questions:

    Is there going to be much more chapters? I mean, sure Solonn figured out his past, but are the humans really ALL gone? And are his original parents going to remain apart and Azvida stay with Jeneth or what? Personally, if I were her, I would have remained single until I could sort things out. Poor Grosh.. He seems really nice. =/

    Well, you probably can't answer these because I know for a fact that there's more to come and you don't want to spoil it. =P But meh.

    Lastly, I thought it was hilarious how Zilag's parents forced a responsible mate on him.

    Until next time!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Latios
    P.S. Sanaika and her friends got what they so richly deserved.
    Sanaika's actually a guy.

    I made the same mistake. When I saw "This was the part of the warren that Sanaika and his gang had once haunted," I thought, "His" gang? But I thought.... *looks at first page, sees "That, Solonn, is Sanaika, the Master of Ceremonies. And I do mean ‘Master’. Bow before him!" and "Kashisha was his older sister, and bad news to boot."* Oh! Ok, I was thinking of Kashisha.
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    Whoa.

    I was thinking about the Convergence adventures he'd have, all the good times he'd experience trying to break the species barrier, and now this?

    Whoa.

    Anyways, I can see a lot's happened since chap. 11, and quite a bit to digest. Morgan snuffed it (sorry for the bluntness, by the way)? I thought she, of all people, would be the safest. But I guess I was expecting this from the moment the odd 'plague' came into light. You really did set the mood very well, by the way, around the time of her death. I felt almost exactly what her Pokčmon were feeling, and that's saying a lot.

    Although, I really didn't see Solonn's reunition coming. Not so soon, anyways. Still, I commend your skill at handling so many emotional experiences. I know quite a few good'uns who can't do half as well.

    Like here:

    Azvida’s eyes doubled in width and flared brightly. Her mouth opened tentatively, and it worked mutely for a moment before she found her words. “Are you really?…” she finally managed almost breathlessly, trailing off as she continued to stare at Solonn.

    Solonn found himself having to find his voice as well before he could respond. “Yes, Mother,” he confirmed softly.

    “Oh, gods…” Azvida’s voice cracked and trembled, and her eyes seemed to sparkle in the way that those of many other species might as a prelude to tears. Glalie as she was, nothing poured from her eyes but the light that was always present, burning with a tremulous yet powerful glow in her overload of emotion. “Oh, merciful gods, it’s a miracle!” she cried, and surged forward, her head lowered against Solonn’s side, shaking in dry, silent sobs.

    Azvida remained close to Solonn for a few moments more, uttering a string of grateful murmurs unto the gods for his return. She looked up at him before she had quite calmed, her eyes glittering with joy as she beamed brightly. “Welcome back, son,” she said warmly. She turned towards the main chamber. “Come on in, sit down and relax,” she beckoned him with a backwards glance. “You’ve most certainly earned it.”
    I have no idea how I could have done something like this. Good work!

    Oh, by the way, ROFL at the 'leave it is' thing. I'm going to be forced to associate that sentence with pirates for all of eternity now XD

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    Steelix... Solonn's father... gah. >.< *hard to comprehen*

    Loved the chapters, Sikey. Now that Solonn's back to teh Galie and met his father, guess everything's soon gonna fall inta place, eh? XD The beginning part in Chap 12 confuses me, though: is it another Pokemon or some other thing...? Anyway, loved I loved 'em. BOSS work! *salutes* XD

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    So. We have now reached the chapters that form the bridge between this story and The Origin of Storms. As such, if you have not yet read that story, it might be a good idea to go and do so sometime soon. (Don’t worry—despite it being a completed, 17-chapter story, it’s actually quite short, especially compared to what’s been written of this story so far. And given my updating rate, there should be plenty of time in between new chapters of this to read it before the point at which the two stories intersect. XD) Reading The Origin of Storms doesn’t exactly spoil much of anything of this story (mainly since it follows a different character, one who barely appears in this), though it can give a sense of where this story’s leading (though not necessarily how ;)).

    Now, while this story does lead up to the events of The Origin of Storms, it doesn’t stop there. It actually extends to some point beyond those events; how far beyond, I’ll not yet say.

    Now would be a prudent time to remind everyone that this story is rated PG-13, no lower, and it’s rated such for a reason. This part of the story is the one containing most of the elements that give this story its rating. (No, it wasn’t just the nudity in Chapter 8. XD) You have been warned… now, let us proceed.

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    In silent determination, he made his way through a bare-walled, nearly desolate network of stone tunnels, alone. He moved with a swiftness that belied his lack of enthusiasm toward this venture; he knew, as always, that the slightest hesitance could dismantle his willingness to proceed.

    Like a passenger within his own mind, he allowed his instinct to guide him, but without losing himself completely to it. This was as conscious an endeavor as it had ever been—he would always acknowledge the impact and cost of it, never allowing himself to trivialize the matter if he could help it.

    His senses remained on high alert, trained toward the particular telltales of his quarry—it wasn’t much longer before he found what he was seeking. He followed a faint sound of wings beating the air until he detected a wavering light that confirmed the find even before its source was quite discernible. It was the glow of heat, the light that signified life in nearly every species other than his own.

    With a command that was silent save for the echoing crack of its execution, the source of that light was cut from the air. Wings crumpled as their insensible owner dropped to the floor. The sole witness to her fall drifted silently forward to look down upon her for a moment through eyes that held a regretful resignation, then let them close for a long, solemn moment. He gave a sincere, whispered apology to the fallen creature as he sent a silent prayer out unto the heavens, asking the gods for the safe and sure deliverance of the soul that he was about to send their way.

    Though he had done this deed countless times since he had come to accept his need to do so, Solonn was no fonder of it than he had ever been. There was never pleasure in the hunt, no delight in the kill. For him, it was nothing less and nothing more than the obligation that it was, something done because it was demanded, not desired.

    He summoned his element to task once more, and the zubat before him was frozen solid. In that single instant, the light of her life was snuffed out. Sometimes Solonn couldn’t help but be stricken by the way that his power responded just as readily to a call for destruction as to a request for a benign, artistic display. To the mother element, it seemed, it was all the same.

    Solonn maintained a respectful, conscious silence as he fed, and when nothing remained of the zubat, he lingered at the scene for not a single moment more. He looked forward to returning home and not having to hunt again for at least another day. He did find at least some comfort in knowing that he didn’t have to feed nearly as often as he had when he was human or even quite as often as he’d been fed by Morgan. With the feeding habits of humans and of pokémon kept and pampered by them left largely behind now, his body had relaxed its expectations somewhat, and he was grateful for that.

    It had been well over a year since his return to Virc-Dho. Through this time, Solonn had gotten as used to the demands of life as a glalie in the natural setting of his kind as he reckoned that he ever could, and he had grown accustomed to the much slower and less hectic pace of life in the warren. Even now, however, there were still quite a few aspects of the Virc lifestyle that he didn’t quite understand. His friends and family had introduced him to all that they knew of their culture and way of life, and he did as he observed them doing, yet even to this very day, he felt as though there was something more to the ways of his people that he was failing to see.

    Beyond the people whom he knew personally, the Virc community in general did nothing to aid in his assimilation to the local culture. Though the commotion caused by the unexpected appearance of a steelix in their midst was hardly recent, some of its effects on the public lingered, for in truth the origins of those reactions traced back much farther than that single event.

    By and large, the people seemed to know exactly what Solonn was, exactly how he had come about. They showed him no open hostility; he suspected that they were too intimidated by his stature to do so. Still, nearly every time he found himself in public, eyes and faces shifted conspicuously away from him, stealing glances here and there in attempts to watch him without seeming to watch him, and he swore that he could feel the tension in the air.

    Solonn had tried for a while to get through to them, to make them own up to their fears and try to overcome them, but had found that they would not be moved. He had come to realize firsthand just how deeply ingrained their attitudes were, that they were set in their ways and unlikely to change for anyone, let alone for a hybrid.

    Though still disappointed to no small degree in their behavior, he no longer tried at this point to get them to endure his company just as they would that of one another. He focused instead on just living his life like anyone else, regardless of what others thought of him.

    After a few minutes’ traveling through the warren, Solonn arrived at what had been his home for the past several months, a place that had been acquired for him by Jeneth shortly after its previous owner had passed away. It wasn’t the largest of spaces, but since he lived alone, that suited him just fine.

    He had been less satisfied with the featureless, ice-glazed walls of this place; it seemed that the preference that he’d picked up as a human toward more visually stimulating surroundings had lingered with him even well after his reversion and departure from a human lifestyle. Thus it was that he had decorated the cavern with patterns and images etched into the walls and sculptures raised from the material of the floor, décor that was changed every now and again to keep things interesting for him.

    It was by his passion for ice art that he kept himself occupied much of the time in those days, often by himself, simply enjoying the serene unity with his element. Just as it ever did, that pastime offered an escape from the ordinary that he dearly appreciated—moreso than ever now that his life contained necessities with which he was sure that he’d never quite be comfortable, things that weren’t and would never be pretty in his eyes.

    On occasion, his family and Zilag’s watched him work, but he was uninterested in performing for any larger audience. He doubted that many of the locals would be particularly interested in such a display anyway, and not simply because of whom and what the performer would happen to be in this case. Dancing ice wasn’t the exotic spectacle here that it was outside the realm of his kind; here, he was just one more ice controller out of hundreds. He had no doubt that any glalie could pull off his art form with equal or greater skill if they were to practice as long and as diligently as he had.

    He was about to engage in that activity once again, musing silently on a number of shapes that he thought he might like to sculpt and carve this time, when he heard the voice of Jeneth calling to him from the entrance of his cavern. Upon unsealing the entrance for him, Solonn was greeted with an announcement that immediately drove those ideas from his mind.

    “We think it’s happening,” Jeneth said almost breathlessly, with what little voice he managed tense with excitement.

    Solonn’s eyes immediately widened. “Is it really?”

    Jeneth nodded. “It started moving just before I left,” he said, “and moving a lot, at that. From the looks of it—” He paused as a momentary thrill seemed to arrest his breathing. “—it might very well hatch tonight.”

    “Ah, that’s wonderful news!” Solonn said, a smile overtaking his face. “Well, come on then; let’s not risk missing it!”

    The two departed with no further delay, making their way quickly and excitedly toward the cavern that Jeneth and Azvida shared. This was an event that the family had anticipated very enthusiastically, for it was one that had been quite long in the making. For years, Jeneth and Azvida had tried to conceive an egg, but to no avail. They were on the verge of losing hope of ever having a child together when, to their immense joy and relief, their efforts finally achieved success. Now, months later, the baby that they had so dearly wished for would enter their lives at long last.

    Upon reaching their destination, Jeneth removed the barrier at the entrance to his home with unprecedented speed. He and Solonn then rushed beyond the main cavern and into a small chamber in which the egg sat, watched by its mother.

    Just as Jeneth had described, the egg was much more active than it had been when Solonn had last laid eyes upon it. It was shaking so wildly that were it not for the ring of ice and packed snow that Azvida had mindfully raised around it, it could have easily just rolled away into the nearest wall, resulting in a rather painful entrance into the world for the newborn.

    Azvida didn’t lift her gaze from the egg for even one second, but she caught sight of Jeneth and Solonn entering the room in the edge of her vision and smiled in acknowledgment of their arrival.

    “Any moment now,” she all but whispered, her eyes bright, “any moment…”

    Solonn and Jeneth seated themselves, and together the three glalie waited eagerly for the arrival of the newest member of their family. The egg maintained its high level of activity… but as countless minutes passed, the shell remained intact.

    Solonn’s brows drew together in worry as he watched his half-sibling’s continuing efforts to escape the egg. While he’d never witnessed the hatching of an egg before, he was quite certain that the child within shouldn’t be struggling for so long before breaking free. He cast a quick glance at the others, and the troubled looks on their faces only reinforced that concern. As if to emphasize that something was amiss, muffled cries began issuing forth from within the egg, sounding terribly desperate and fearful.

    “This isn’t right…” Azvida’s voice was choked with anguish at the sight and sound of her child’s struggle. “This isn’t right at all… Dear gods, I don’t think it can get out!”

    Jeneth rose from the floor and came to hover directly above the egg. He swallowed nervously. “We’re going to have to help it out, then,” he said tensely.

    Fleeting apprehension crossed Azvida’s features at the thought of what Jeneth seemed to be proposing, but then she gave a quick nod of agreement with his conclusion. “All right,” she said. “Be quick, but please be careful.”

    “Don’t worry,” Jeneth assured her. He leaned forward and lowered his face toward the egg, his jaws parting, ready to break the shell and free the child within. Azvida and Solonn watched him with bated breath, hoping that the baby’s ordeal was soon to end.

    Before Jeneth could lay a single tooth upon the egg, however, it literally blew apart right in his face.

    A cry escaped Azvida as she turned away in an instant; Jeneth was sent reeling backwards, spitting fragments of eggshell from his mouth and shaking them from his face; and Solonn shut his eyes and raised a protect shield. For seconds after, the three remained frozen in shock, unable to think, even seeming to forget to breathe. Finally, fearfully, they dared to look upon the nest of ice and snow where the egg had been before its self-destruction, trembling with dread of what they might see as they turned toward it.

    What they found there calmed their initial shock somewhat, but only increased their bewilderment. There, amid the debris of his explosive birth, a newborn male sat completely unscathed, nibbling daintily and serenely at a handful of the surrounding snow as though nothing at all out of the ordinary had just happened.

    The three glalie could only stare dumbfounded at him for a long moment, gathering their wits, still rather shaken after what they had just witnessed. Finally, “Gods… what in the hell just happened?” Jeneth managed.

    “No idea,” Azvida responded breathlessly, her eyes still wide with disbelief, her brow still knitted in confusion and concern. “None whatsoever… I only hope he’s really going to be all right now…”

    The three glalie kept a long watch over the newborn to make sure of just that. By evening’s end, it seemed certain to them that there was no further strangeness in store for the child, and with that reassurance, they were finally able to truly take joy in their new arrival. He was then named after his father and paternal grandfather, and it was thus that Jeneth Marasahn Zgil-Al was officially welcomed into the family.

    * * *

    Through the months and then years that followed, life came to grow richer and easier for the family. Eventually, venturing out into public became notably less of an ordeal for Jeneth and Azvida; the hostility and blame toward the latter for Grosh’s entering the warren all those years ago finally seemed to have faded into the past, the heightened fear and mistrust brought on by that occurrence no longer immediate and fresh. Young Jeneth, or simply Jen as he liked to be called, was accepted into his place in society readily enough; now old enough to spend time in the snowgrounds, he had met with decent success in making friends among the other snorunt.

    As for Solonn, his appearance still inspired something a little short of trust and comfort in most of the people whom he encountered; it seemed that there was just something too fundamentally difficult for many of the Virc about getting used to a hybrid in their midst. Not that it upset Solonn too much, however; he was just as content with the companionship of his family and Zilag’s as he had been for years now. As long as he had their support, he felt no real need for the approval of strangers.

    Though he usually paid them visits rather than the other way around—their homes, designed for multiple inhabitants, were a bit better suited for entertaining guests—one or more of them did occasionally show up at his figurative door. Such was the case on this day, when the tapping of a horn against the ice warding his home managed to pull his attention from the helix that he had conjured up from the ice in the middle of the floor. He removed the barrier to find Azvida and Jeneth hovering there, with Jen standing in front of them and looking a bit antsy.

    “Ah, hi!” Solonn greeted them warmly. “Come on in.” He cleared the floor of sculptures to provide more room for his three visitors, taking a quick mental snapshot of the ice formations in the hopes of being able to replicate them again once his company left, and moved aside to let the couple and their son into his home.

    “Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Azvida told him with a hint of guilt in her voice at the trouble that Solonn had already gone to for their sake. “We’re just dropping Jen off here, if that’s all right—he wants to be taken to the snowgrounds later, but he said he wanted to come see you first.”

    “We were hoping you could take him there when he’s ready so that your mother and I can go ahead to the temple. We’re wanting to get there as soon as possible so that we can get back and… try again,” Jeneth said, lowering his voice on those last two words.

    Solonn knew exactly what Jeneth meant by that, and he did an admirable job of not letting the fact that he suddenly found the conversation to be rather awkward reach his face. Jeneth and Azvida wanted another child, but they had had even less luck in the endeavor thus far than they’d had the first time around. Their trip to the temple was undoubtedly to once again offer prayers for the gods to change those fortunes, Solonn figured.

    “Sure, that’s fine by me,” Solonn said, accepting the babysitting job with which he’d just been landed. He’d had plans for that day, having intended to go up beyond the borders of Virc-Dho to spend some time with his father, but that could wait, especially since it didn’t seem like it’d have to wait long. “I suppose you’ll be picking him from there later?”

    Azvida nodded. She then looked down toward Jen. “Be good, all right?” she instructed him. “Remember: I’ll know if you don’t.”

    Jen gave her a slightly nervous look. “Okay,” he said. “Bye!”

    “Bye,” his parents returned in near-unison, smiling, then departed.

    Jen entered the living room proper then, and Solonn restored the ice barrier at the entrance behind him. The snorunt made his way to a spot just a little off the center of the room, stopped there and looked for a moment like he was going to take a seat, but then paused in mid-motion and straightened his posture once more.

    There was a distinct look of unease on the snorunt’s face, Solonn noticed, which brought a frown of concern to his own. “Is something the matter?” he asked. He wondered if maybe Jen had figured out somehow that his parents were trying to give him a little brother or sister and if perhaps the snorunt was feeling like they were replacing him or something. Maybe he was seeking confirmation from Solonn that getting a younger sibling wouldn’t really mean the end of the world as he knew it after all.

    Or perhaps Jen had mentioned the whole topic of little brothers and sisters to his friends at the snowgrounds, the subject of where such things came from had come up, and he was seeking confirmation from Solonn regarding that matter. Solonn sincerely hoped that that wasn’t the case.

    “Well… I need you to do something,” Jen said.

    Solonn looked at him with a mixture of puzzlement and relief; somehow Jen’s response didn’t seem to him like anything that would lead into having to explain eggs or anything of that nature. Where it was leading, however, he couldn’t guess. “And what might that be?”

    Jen took a deep breath, seeming none too keen on elaborating. Not meeting Solonn’s gaze, “I… did something stupid,” he finally admitted, sounding and looking quite embarrassed.

    “Oh… Well… I’m sure it can’t have been that bad…” Solonn said, sitting down.

    “It is,” Jen insisted. He shook his head. “Why? Why’d I say that?” he muttered to himself, turning and beginning to pace as he spoke.

    Solonn’s eyes briefly followed the snorunt moving in a small figure-eight in the middle of the room. “Well, what did you say?” he asked gently. “And to whom?”

    Jen let out a loud, annoyed sigh, though Solonn suspected that Jen was directing the sentiment toward himself. The snorunt managed to get himself to hold still. “I told my friends I could make stuff with ice. You know, like you do. And they said ‘prove it’, and I said I would next time I went over there.” He took another deep breath, then forced himself to look Solonn in the eyes as steadily as possible. “So I need you to come with me and do it for me. Like… hide outside and make things made out of ice appear in there so it’ll look like I’m doing it.”

    There was a hint of desperation in Jen’s voice that suggested that he didn’t really have much faith in that plan. Solonn had none in it whatsoever. “Jen… sooner or later, they’re going to figure out that you didn’t mean it about being able to do that… I can’t be there every time you see them.”

    Jen finally sat down, his face showing only mild disappointment; apparently he had expected an answer like that one. “And you can’t just show me how to do it,” he said, already having been told long ago that that sort of control over ice was simply outside the scope of a snorunt’s abilities.

    Solonn gave a faint, sad sort of smile. “I’m afraid not. I’d be glad to if I could, but… well, it’s just something that you have to find for yourself by really connecting to your element. You’ll be able to do that when you evolve. You’ll feel that connection, and you’ll know when you feel it. There’s nothing else like it.”

    “What’s it like?” Jen asked, his head tilted slightly in curiosity.

    “It’s…” Solonn began, but found himself almost immediately at a near-loss for words. He tried to describe it, thinking upon the sensation, calling on memories of past experiences with it to study within his mind… and as he did so, he found himself falling into the sensation in the present. The ice on the floor before him answered the unintentional call of those straying thoughts, snaking upward and resuming the helical shape that it had held in that very spot before, with little wispy projections emerging from the main body of the sculpture and another, smaller helix rising up through the center of it.

    Solonn only realized after the fact that he’d fallen silent and had shut his eyes; when he opened them again, he saw what he had done and gave a faint, apologetic laugh for letting himself get carried away like that. “Whoops,” he said. “Anyway… there’s really no way I could ever explain just how wonderful it is or what it’s quite like,” he admitted. “And that feeling, that connection… that’s where this comes from,” he told Jen, nodding toward the ice sculpture. “Whenever you connect to the element, this is what can happen.” Maybe it was partly because the experience of being one with the element was so difficult to put into words that these manifestations in ice happened, Solonn mused silently. Maybe this was the only way that he or anyone else of his kind could quite adequately express that connection.

    Jen leveled a stare at the ice formation in front of him for a moment. Then he screwed his eyes shut, his brow creasing in concentration. A couple of seconds later, his eyes popped open once more. “…Hey, I think it moved!” he said, gesturing toward one of the thin, branchlike structures growing out of the main helix.

    It hadn’t moved an inch, but Solonn didn’t quite have the heart to correct him too bluntly. “Well, one day, you won’t just think you made the ice move. You’ll know when you have.”

    Jen made a noise of frustration. “I don’t want to have to wait to evolve to do it, though.” His eyes shifted up to Solonn’s again. “Hey…” he began slowly. “Maybe… maybe I could go ahead and evolve right now. And maybe you could help me.”

    “Not unless you want to risk losing your mind,” Solonn told him, his tone serious. “And at your age, I think there’s almost no chance that that wouldn’t happen. Evolving brings a kind of power we have to be ready for, and that takes time. If you get it before you’re ready… it’ll ruin you. You could go insane. You wouldn’t even be able to think of making anything out of ice. And if I helped you go insane, Mother and Jeneth would never forgive me. And I would never forgive myself.”

    The light in Jen’s eyes flickered, fading slightly. Whether or not he believed Solonn’s claims about what early evolution could lead to, the glalie couldn’t tell for certain, but Jen did at least seem disinclined to take the risk. The snorunt sighed once again. “What am I gonna do, then?” he asked.

    “Well… all you really can do is tell the truth. Again, they will figure it out sooner or later—you should really probably just get it over with.”

    Jen looked aside, worry showing through his features. “I bet they’re gonna beat me up for lying.”

    “They probably won’t,” Solonn tried to assure him. “They’d better not, anyway. If they even so much as look at you like they want to, they’ll have Mother and Jeneth to deal with.”

    That they would, and as he thought about it, he wondered if it might be prudent for Jen to get a chance to tell Azvida and Jeneth about the situation that their son had gotten himself into before confronting the other kids so that they could be ready to defuse any potential problems before they arose. He considered the option of not taking Jen to the snowgrounds and just watching him until his parents could return, postponing the trip up into Shoal Cave to visit his father if such proved necessary.

    That would mean that Azvida and Jeneth would be returning to his home after failing to find Jen at the snowgrounds, he realized as this course of action occurred to him, and he could already picture Jeneth’s disapproving stare and hear Azvida chewing him out for giving them a scare, however brief, but he figured—or at least hoped—that things would be fine once he got the chance to explain things to them.

    So, “Maybe it would be a good idea to talk with Mother and Jeneth about this before you go and face the other kids again,” he suggested. “Would you rather just stay and wait here for them to come back?”

    Jen considered this for a few moments. Then he shuddered. “I don’t want Mom and Dad to find out,” he said finally. “I’m more scared of Mom than I am of the other kids.” He stood then, turning toward the exit. “Come on… let’s go,” he said with resignation in his voice.

    “All right,” Solonn said. He rose, unblocked the exit, and escorted Jen out, sealing his home off once more as they left it behind. His half-brother kept silent during the entirety of the trip to the snowgrounds; Solonn didn’t try to provoke him into conversation, suspecting that the snorunt needed to focus fully on steeling himself for his confession.

    He lingered at the entrance to the snowgrounds after bidding Jen goodbye there, feeling it prudent to make sure that the other children didn’t react too harshly to what Jen had to tell them. He still didn’t really anticipate too much trouble, but he found himself compelled nonetheless to stick around long enough to confirm that things would be all right. At the very least, he figured that he should be there in a show of support for his half-brother.

    Fortunately, the other kids seemed to take the news well enough. There were a couple of groans from among the small crowd in response to it, but they only sounded disappointed, not angry. Solonn heard “I knew it!” out of one of the snorunt and found himself inclined to believe that most of Jen’s friends shared a similar sentiment.

    He did see a couple of pairs of their eyes find him, regarding him uneasily. He disliked seeing children looking at him with anything at all like fear and frowned in regret; the snorunt watching him turned away quickly, possibly misinterpreting the look on his face as one of stern disapproval.

    Jen met his gaze then, and Solonn gave him a reassuring nod. It’ll be all right, he told Jen silently, and as if to confirm that thought, a change of the subject and enthusiastic joining in on the new topic arose from among the snorunt. Smiling at the fact that the situation seemed to have resolved itself just fine, Solonn turned and went on his way.

    Rather than head back home, he decided to go ahead and continue on to visit Grosh. Having taken the route that led up to Grosh’s residence countless times since learning that his father was alive and well and living not too far away, Solonn knew nearly all of its features by heart; things rarely changed along that path, and when they did, they were only minor changes.

    Therefore it was quite a surprise, to say the very least, to find his usual path blocked by a most unusual obstacle just as he was approaching the passageway out of the border-cavern—one that literally just appeared right out of thin air in front of him with a brilliant flash. Given virtually no time to react to it and momentarily blinded by its accompanying burst of light, Solonn collided face-first with the thing with a dull whumpf, causing whatever it was to be knocked backward; it emitted a strange groaning noise as it went tumbling awkwardly away.

    Solonn reclaimed his wits and his vision fairly quickly after the unexpected collision. As he cast his gaze off to the left, following the source of the odd sound, his eyes met something that greatly surprised him: uttering a long string of rattling speech to itself, a claydol pitched and wobbled there in an ungainly fashion as it tried to stabilize itself in midair.

    “…Oth?” Solonn said, barely able to believe his eyes.

    The claydol finally managed to right itself; once it did, it turned to face Solonn, having long ago taken on that habit of creatures who only have eyes in the front. <Oh, hello, Solonn,> it said, confirming his guess. <I am glad to have found you so quickly; I doubt that I could have tracked you down any more successfully than I had done the times before. My apologies for my rather… awkward arrival,> Oth added.

    “No harm done,” Solonn assured it. “…The times before, did you say?” he then asked as the implications of what Oth had said hit him with a delay.

    Oth gave one of its pseudo-nods. <I have returned to this cavern many times since our parting. However, you were not in this vicinity on any of those occasions, and I regrettably had to terminate my search each of those times before I could find you… It shames me somewhat to admit this, but I did so because I was unable to tolerate the cold of these caverns for very long.>

    “There’s no need to apologize for that; it’s not exactly something you can help, after all. Anyway, since I’m here, I can try to keep the cold from you,” Solonn said.

    <There is no need for you to try,> Oth said. <You are actually doing quite a good job of keeping the effects of this environment upon me at bay even as we speak.>

    Solonn was momentarily surprised by this finding, but quickly realized that he must certainly have employed this type of control over his element subconsciously on many occasions for the simple purpose of keeping the coldness of his own body from having an adverse effect on anything around him. But even knowing that it was unnecessary to make a conscious effort to protect the claydol in his company, he suspected that he would still catch himself feeling compelled from time to time to make deliberately certain that Oth was adequately guarded against the local environment.

    “So, then. How have you been?” Solonn asked amiably. “And what of the others?”

    <We have fared well, relatively speaking,> Oth replied, <though largely, we have done so apart.>

    “Oh?” Solonn frowned slightly, wondering what might have separated the old friends. “What happened?”

    <Ultimately, we all simply had our own paths to take,> Oth said. <Many of those in Lilycove wished to return to where they had lived prior to being acquired by humans, and Brett was among them. Aaron met another of his kind and chose to go with her to her home in the southwest. Only Raze chose to stay in Lilycove—I doubt that she could ever bear to leave that place,> it said, its voice lowering on that statement.

    Understanding shone through Solonn’s eyes at this; he figured that Lilycove was surely a place of tremendous sentimental importance to the skarmory. She had been born there, after all, and it had since been the birthplace of countless memories that she’d forged with the human with whom she’d grown up there. In her eyes, he reckoned, that city and those memories were certainly all that she had left to hold on to of Morgan and of the past.

    <Brett, Aaron and Raze have all dedicated themselves to founding and raising families since you and I last spoke,> Oth went on. <Aaron and his mate Rhasth have had a young son together, Brett and Fiela have had two litters, and Raze and Eisen are awaiting the hatching of their first clutch of eggs.>

    The thought of his old friends with children was one at which Solonn could not help but chuckle. He was glad to know that some kind of joy had befallen their lives since the sorrow that had hung over his last moments with them.

    <As for Sei and I,> Oth said, <we were part of a team that served the effort to help people rebuild their lives after the day when the humans were stricken. We freed those trapped in capture and storage devices, relocated those who had need of such, helped those who knew not how to live without humans to fend for themselves capably and peacefully, and did what we could to dispel the chaos wherever they failed.

    <Our work continued for quite a long time after the human tragedy, too. It was not only our part of the world that was affected, but every part. Even to the best of our hopes and efforts to find otherwise… the unfortunate truth is that nothing remains of the human species. Nothing at all.>

    There was a prolonged, heavy silence in the wake of Oth’s pronouncement of the fate of humanity. Solonn was almost at a loss for thought—he, like many, had feared that the human tragedy might have been enormous and perhaps even global in its scope, but to actually hear it aloud, confirmed… “Did you or anyone else ever find out what really happened to them all?” he managed at length. “Do you know what caused it?”

    <Sadly, no,> Oth replied. <Though many have tried, none have succeeded in determining the origin of the Extinction.>

    Another somber pause hung over the two before Oth resumed its account of what it, Sei, and the rest of their team had done over these past years. <Eventually, as things began to stabilize in much of the world, most of us finally went back to our own lives, but Sei… She is still out there, doing anything and everything she can for whomever appears to have need of her. I think she may never consider her work to be done.>

    “Hmm,” was all Solonn could say to that, nodding. Knowing Sei as he did, he was not surprised to hear such about her. “And what have you been doing since your work was finished?”

    <Not much. In addition to trying to contact you, I have been checking in on the others from time to time, making sure that they were doing well and usually staying with them for a short time before moving on. Other than that… largely, I have simply roamed during these years. I have no single place to stay now, really…>

    Oth fell silent, and a strange, faraway look entered its many eyes. The claydol seemed to have arrived at a difficult subject, and Solonn found himself sorry for anything that he might have said to lead it there, averting his gaze self-consciously. Oth seemed to recognize the awkwardness that had fallen over the situation then and moved to remedy it at once. <So, what has been going on in your life?> it asked, changing the subject.

    “Well, truth be told, I’ve not really been up to anything of interest,” Solonn admitted lightheartedly. “I also haven’t got any kids of my own yet… but my mother found a new mate, and they’ve had a son together.”

    <Oh? How fortunate for them!> Oth said.

    Solonn smiled. “Indeed. And also… you might find this hard to believe, but… my father returned.”

    All of the claydol’s eyes blinked in unison. <Your father?> it said incredulously. <I did not know that he still lived!>

    “Neither did I, for a while,” Solonn said. “But he is indeed very much alive. As a matter of fact, I was on my way to visit him when you arrived.”

    A series of peculiar little clicking sounds issued from the claydol, a sound that Solonn had long known to be its form of laughter. <Well, I am certainly glad to learn that he is alive and well,> Oth said warmly. <I wonder…> it then added, <do you suppose that I could accompany you? I am rather interested in meeting your family, and now that I have a chance to spend some time with you after so long, I am… not exactly eager to bid you farewell anytime soon…> There was something in its tone that suggested a bit of embarrassment on its part, as if it were worried that it might be imposing itself on Solonn.

    But Solonn had no problem whatsoever with letting Oth come along with him. He was equally interested in prolonging such a long-due reunion, and he certainly didn’t want to leave Oth behind with no other option in the cold caverns but to go back from whence it had come. “Sure, of course you may,” he said.

    <Thank you,> Oth said gratefully.

    “No problem,” Solonn responded as he set off once again, with the claydol following close behind. “Now, I don’t want you to be too shocked when you see him…”

    <Of course, but why would I be?> Oth asked.

    “Well, you see…”

    * * *

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