Bluemage
Fukeneh
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The leaves of the Giant Kharlan tree swayed softly in a gentle summer breeze. It had been 7 years since the fall of Yggdrasill, and the birth of the new tree, and with the care that everyone had given it, it had grown fast. Manna filled the world once more, not nearly enough to operate all of the archaic magi-technology that had been left behind, by the great wars of the past, but enough that everyone could live comfortably.
A lot had happened in the 7 years since Yggdrasill's defeat and assumed death. Lloyd and Colette had gone on their little adventure to collect up those Ex-Speres that they could, the government of both worlds had shifted substantially, Sheena had become an Emissary of peace rather than a bringer of death, everyone seemed to have moved on in their own direction though. That was the way with quests like this one, once they were finished the friendships that had formed collapsed and vanished.
That was what Zelos was thinking about as he sat under the Kharlon tree, staring out at the scenery before him. This was the 7th anniversary of the defeat of Yggdrasill. In previous years they had all shown up around the tree and celebrated. It had been a party and things had been great. Slowly though, things started to change. As the years went by, his friends were too busy with their lives to show up to celebrate. Regal was running a company, Presea was rebuilding Ozette, Lloyd and Colette always seemed to have some Ex-Speres that they had to track down, Sheena had all of that business that went with being an Emissary to get to, Raine was always busy at some new archeaological site, unearthing old magi-technology that no one knew how to use, Genis was busy being a teacher...everyone had something to be doing except for him.
He sighed and looked up at the foliage of the tree. Things had changed an awful lot in those last seven years, and here he was sitting alone, under the big manna tree. He really didn't expect that much from the others. They had things that they needed to be doing. They had lives, and jobs, and quests, and dreams. What did he have? He had what was left of his nobility, and the attentions of town girls every once in a while. That was probably for the best though. He had never really wanted a life of adventure...at least not until now.
The quiet and the calm after that big quest to take out Yggdrasill was unbearable. He hadn't wanted to be an adventurer but now that there wasn't an adventure for him anymore, now that his life was right in front of him...it seemed so plain, so boring. He adjusted the white headband that he still wore and leaned back against the tree, closing his sapphire eyes. This really hadn't worked out that well at all.
He had noticed a few problems in the towns lately though. A bit of uneasiness around Half Elves was developing again. It seemed that any time someone was different they got treated like dirt. That was really nothing new for the Half Elves though. The more shocking part was that less and less people where going to the church of Martel. No one went on pilgrimages, or went to church anymore. Their prayers had all been answered. There was no need for chosen, or for the church of Martel at all. It was just a building where you could get a rest when you needed to, and the price to do that was steadily climbing since no one was attending church anymore.
The problem with this new world that they had all helped to build was that there were no problems. Problems were what built economies and helped places to flourish. Problems were what got people to make pilgrimages, and to be happy with what they had and be happy with each other. When there were problems no one seemed to notice if someone was a Half Elf, but in a society where everyone seemed to live comfortably people looked for problems in other people. Half Elves stuck out because people wanted them to. People needed to see something different. People needed problems.
The question now was how long it would take until this small problem fell into the hands of someone who had the influence, power, and motivation to make it into a big problem. It was something that he had hoped to discuss with the others...had they been here, but this year had been just like the last. Completely deserted except for him. He slowly pushed himself up onto his feet and stretched slightly. One of the others was sure to show up eventually. Someone would remember what today was and stop by, just to see if anyone else had shown up. There was always at least one other person who just stopped by, said 'hi' and then had to run off to deal with something important in their life.
Zelos snorted as he kicked up some dust with his toe, "This blows..."
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