I was having a hard time thinking, but I had enough brain to figure out where I had gone wrong in my assumptions about Fireden and the others. I had forgotten that they were really only parts of their real primal bodies that I didn't even know the location of yet.
"That means that the Demons did break this world, but it just wasn't The Scourge. Emfirza needs to be removed, but there is not a chance that you could fight even a Shard of him. Something as old as that couldn't be fought if you had all four of us," Fireden explained, and I grunted, giving an almost imperceptible nod.
"Yeah… You're… Not whole… Come back… Again," and I started to paint again and felt dizzy.
"Yes, that is the only way that this place could be saved and returned. Now, time for a nap," Fireden said as my eyes peeled open with my mouth in a soundless scream as my leg was stretched.
Then the world went black.
[Change to View of Fireden and Tchick]
As Zack Foreman passed out, Fireden started to work. While this might be the worst, it was not the only broken bone.
Thread thin tendrils of fire sprouted from Fireden's hands, and then they pierced the skin. Using his expert skills of sense and control, the Fire Elemental adjusted the break to line up.
While Zack could heal, the bones needed to be set, or the healing would be the same if a normal bone was left to heal without being set. While Firden did this, Tchick came over to sit beside Zack's unconscious body and then reached a handout, touching Zack's arm.
The moment Tchick's fingers touched the skin, he ripped them back in horror.
"How is he still alive? The body… There is so much damage! You said it was only fifteen feet! This… it is like he was dropped from Death's Domain in the sky!" Tchick exclaimed in disbelief.
Fireden knew this was true; the thing that had brought us here had caused even him to blackout, which was impossible. The fall had broken his leg, but it was the trip that had put his body into this condition.
"This one is tough because he is an idiot," Fireden said with a chuckle as he worked, but Tchick gave him a strained look.
"You say he is tough because he is stupid?" Tchick asked, a bit confused, but Firden shook his head no.
"No, he is an idiot that doesn't know how to quit, not stupid. Acts before thinking sometimes, but that is because he cares too much about everything. Mark my words, if he says he will be back, Zack will be back," Fireden said, and Tchick nodded, but then Fireden asked, "Can you tell me about the Kuala and Nafa? No spitting this time; you are not a child."
Tchick would have lost it to anyone else, but hearing it from something as old as a Fire God seemed to give the words a bit of weight. Tchick paused, and thought about the two people, and then let out a breathy sigh.
"Yes, I suppose you're right, and at the end of it all, I don't really like the Nafa or even my own people. Everyone pretends that this treaty is going to solve things, but they are wrong. It is just another trick, and that is why I am here," Tchick said and then looked down at his hands that had started to tremble and then clenched them closed.
Fireden had expected this and would have been greatly surprised if this had not been the case. Demons didn't know peace even among themselves, and the King of them all was trying to sway this single person.
This was more than a bit strange to think that he would be concerned about one person, which must make Zack extremely important. Since meeting the young man, Fireden had begun to suspect that he was actually older than even the planet, Hydrous.
Each of the six Primals had formed that day. Somehow, they knew what needed to be done, thus causing the world to evolve.
The speed that it had happened had bothered all the Elementals. The problem was none of them really knew why until it slowed, and they observed the growth at the natural pace.
When they had all figured out that something was off, none of them did anything about it; it was only an oddity to them. Fireden hid his Main body long before the Demons came, almost three thousand feet below sea level under one of the oldest volcanoes on Hydrous, Mount Horr.
More than seventy percent of Hydrous was water, The Hydrosis Ocean, and was speckled with far apart islands. Mount Horr was on the far northwestern side of Gardania, and it was also the home to the Minostein Sect, followers of the Queen Mother Minotaur.
Thought to have abandoned her followers, some curse the Queen's name, but Fireden was the one that had sent her. Find a place to hide, and tell no one, was the words the Primal had told her, and then placed a tiny sliver of himself with the Queen Mother Minotaur, Mordena.
Now it would be time to retrieve the Queen Mother, one of her Followers had finally come but had lost her mind after losing everything to a storm. Fireden hoped that Zack would repair her mind because Jessabell would be essential in ridding the world of male Demons.
"This man is critical, not just to you or I, or even just this world. It is starting to look like everything hinges on whether Zack succeeds or not, but I don't know what succeeding even means!" Fireden said in frustration suddenly.
"I am not sure what I can do," Tchick said in surprise as the elemental burst out in anger.
Tchick had started to fidget with his hands, but Fireden didn't need help with this. Zack would recover, and worrying did nothing.
"Do you know any stories? Anything will do since I have never been to this world.. Just to help take my mind off the swirling cloud of chaos that is constantly getting bigger," Fireden said, sounding tired, but Tchick nodded and began to distract Fireden while he worked on Half of Everything.
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