Solaris freezes in place, his mind in shock. 'Impossible, I must be going insane.' Then, once more, he hears it. A voice. Speaking softly in the back of his mind. His extraordinary senses are dulled by the coming of the voice that he can not comprehend nor recognize. It echos throughout his thoughts, paralyzing his body, and locking his mind. The voice repeats its message, louder this time. Solaris understands the message and nods his head slightly, as if in approval. He regains full functionality, and contemplates the words of the Omniscient, replaying the voice in his head repeatedly. The message was clear, 'Gather the Immortals within the Arena of Parasite's. 'The Omniscient must desire us to do battle in the arena, why else would he want us all to be present simultaneously in a location?' Solaris continues to ponder this, thinking of no alternative.
Solaris solidifies a sphere of light, condenses it within his hands, then releases his grip. In his hands sits a fully grown hawk, composed entirely of solidified light. Solaris whispers into the ears of the hawk, and it coos in response. He tosses his arm outward releasing the hawk into the world. The hawk flies all of about forty yards before vanishing in a wispy flash of pulsated light. In a distant land from Solaris, One traverses along the surface of the hearth. With a light cracking sound and a small flash, the hawk condensates a few yards from One's position. It flies toward him, then stops, hovering, leaving a five yard birth between them. The hawk begins to speak, but it is the voice of Solaris that ensues, 'One, I am Solaris. I have come to you with tidings, and ask for a mere moment of your time. I have had a vision, and I ask that you join me in my attempt to gather all our brothers and sisters at the arena. The Omniscient has tasked me with hosting the gathering, and I shall abide to his will. Please, come to the tallest peak on the southwestern continent, for that is where I shall await your arrival. Know that I mean you no harm, and wish that perhaps we could ally in the attempt to renew this world to surpass its former glory. Thank you for your time and consideration, and I do hope to see you soon.'
The hawk finishes relaying the message, then begins to fly away. When it is not twenty meters away, the hawk implodes, then novalithes in a spherelike manner. The light generated takes on a shape for near five seconds before dissipating. The image; a photographic memory of the place Solaris spoke of.
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