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knowing this one, simple truth.
                  But it was certainly a rare thing. Maybe a handful of people saw things as he did, and even he, far above the world, with its dark earth and bright seas, with the white clouds coiling around like serpents, even he was nothing special, was he?
                  He could feel the white-eyed one - the girl. The girl who could see everything.
                  He could feel the ancients, donning their terrible armour now that they woke.
                  He could see the red light that was bleeding from the suns into everything upon the world that he loved.
                  No, he was nothing remarkable. A creature out of time, perhaps...and there were plenty of those.
                  Caeus closed his eyes for a moment, there in the black, slippery nothing above the world.
                  Perhaps he could salve Carious' burden, now that the red light was here. Perhaps he could save the people from oblivion, keep this world spinning around for a million years, a billion years. Perhaps there was a chance.
                  And yet, confidence or insanity, pride or hubris, there was something still that rankled. He knew his facets, his strengths, his weakness...but there was a dark spot within the fates, like a splinter in his remarkable, blood-stained, blighted eyes.
                  A splinter of black, a shard of blindness, down there, somewhere upon the whole of Rythe, there was a blind spot.
                  I can see the ends of the universe, I can speak to the suns. I can hear a dragon hatch in a field of stars so far distant that the stars themselves have yet to be born...and yet I cannot see past this...
                  And that troubled him more greatly than the return of his kin.
                  Caeus was insane. He knew he was insane, because his kind killed suns and destroyed worlds on a whim...and yet he cared.
                  Once, I lived in a gaol outside of time. I made a friend. A Lu, a keeper of the soul. Was he ever my friend?
                  A thousand years, near enough, a prisoner once. And then a thousand years more, held inside the belly of a creature out of time. A thing that lived in the fire inside a volcano. The revenant.
                  Am I mad, still? Has near on two thousand years, captive of one kind or another, send me tumbling from the edge of sanity?
                  But then, would a mad man worry so over a tiny blind spot? A simple, insignificant sliver of nothing.
                  Is it my undoing? The undoing of the world? The triumph of the Elethyn?
                  Caeus found himself clenching his long, elegant fingers compulsively as he worried more and more about the one simple thing, and even though he was isolated from the harshness of the void above Rythe, he felt the cold keenly.
                  He turned his gaze from everything that ever was, ever would be, to the man before him. Renir Esyn. The blood of kings, but...
                  ...diluted over a millennium. Was his blood no better than water, now?
                  Caeus did not know. But though Esyn might not have a king's name, nor a king's crown...he would be King.
                  Whether he wished it or not. A man can't outrun fate.
                  Can't outrun me, either, thought Caeus, and without gesture or word, but will alone, he brought them both hurtling through cloud and sky and stone to a city called Naeth, where once, history was made.
                  And where, perhaps, it might end.
                 
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    Renir tried to open his eyes and found them gummy and reluctant. He groaned, but even his groan was lacklustre. It felt as though he had sand in his eyes, on his skin. His mouth was