Methaphoras

11 LACK OF OMNIPOTENCE

On Posedaone, two eyes red as fire stared down at Aran and Ardor from the throne in the middle of the room. The figure growled something after which he descended ten stair steps, swimming stately. With this, he expressed respect to Ardor, his superior. Brymir, in the shape of a shiny arrow shark, covered in silver scales, made a gesture that could suggest being a slight bend. He greeted them with his voice reverberating directly in their concept center:

'Hail, lord Ardor and companion!' Ardor answered the greeting according to the way protocol commanded, after which he said:

'This is Captain Aran of the fleet. It is thanks to his kindness that we can have this meeting. I notice here, as in Vegapolis, many similarities with Marantium.'

'What is good does not need improvement, but at most some accentuation.' Ardor thought of the lavish ornaments and agreed thrifty:

'A little bit yes. I must congratulate you because you have been able to start up creation without any means of preparation. The germ buds shoot up and they look healthy.'

'I was obliged to reproduce several things so yes I copied the example of Marantium and hung up eight beacons because they represented a tried and tested concept. Doubt crept into my mind but when I observed the raw materials when they arrived and I finally saw the e-onn clouds appear, my convictions were confirmed. Now that you tell me that the bud is growing, I also know that Acheron found the way. It was a calculated risk with the desired result.' Ardor thought he could discover a slightly reproachful tone in the words of the Masterbuilder and said:

'That is all evolving very well but I think I had to prepare you much better so I want to compensate you for that annoyance during this visit. I hear that you are struggling with delays in cultivating a leading breed and I can certainly help you with that. Together we can quickly make better, stronger, and healthier creatures to prosper in your creation, which will also benefit the germs.'

'That is it! Now I recognize the grand Ardor again.' Brymir muttered.

'What do you mean, Brymir Jamar? Is your aspire different from mine?' Ardor asked, astonished by Brymir's lack of enthusiasm.

'You will always want that everything runs and turns according to your own wishes. Let me guess. Preferably, above all, you wished you sat on my throne as Masterbuilder so that you could do everything your own way again. You come in here and speak in fine words about... "congratulating" and even "helping"... but unfortunately I know you too well, friend! You are here to impose your will on me.' Brymir never had reacted to Ardor like that before, and so he replied in bewilderment:

'But I really feel obliged to assist you!'

'And it is possible I will not accept your help. Suppose I want something that is only my own!'

'Di'aull's white twins may come to collect me but I do not understand anything about it.'

'No, of course not. That is not possible if you consider everything from the standpoint that you are the center of Di'aull itself! If you could put yourself in my place, maybe you would understand me. Is it completely inconceivable for you that I want to achieve a realization for once without you receiving the honor of it? Something that I know I did myself, without your interference. Take a good look at this universe! This creation is alive and I've done it all by myself so far...' Aran intervened because the course and tone of the conversation did not serve the interests of Di'aull:

'Accept that I am here merely as a supervisor and observer and that I shall have neither gains nor disadvantages from the outcome of this conversation. I only wish Lord Ardor to be able to express his offer of support, after which you decide together what is best, nothing more... nothing less.' Brymir nodded briefly and asked surly: