Lying on Power/Episode Text

== Episode Text ==
I could fail to believe that this time with Jalade Mertonuy would be a pleasant time. However, there is a smaller chance that the time with him would become a source for success to solve this particular conclusion for Najarv'sye. There was some mean for him to tell me all this, let alone him being a legend fanatic. There just had to have been a situational knowledge to bring him to this resolution.
"Let me tell you, Savoice," Jalade dipped his fork in a custard he made for the two of us. "The story of the 'Lost Seed' is told to many of the children in many generations for Ovilis."
I bit into some of mine. "I told you already. I don't want to hear it."
"As long as I'm here sacrificing my time for you, you're going to be my storytelling audience. Plus, this'll help pass alot of the time that we don't really need."
"Just go ahead and tell it, because I'll pretend to listen."
"Well, I'll start from the very beginning." He put down his fork. "My grandfather told me about this tale, and I didn't believe it at first. But, the more I lived, the more I began to understand this story. I won't be long - promise. In the space outside of this world, well, what some believe is outside of this world, there are some specs of light or something that enlighten our sight and subdue the darkness around the planet. That's why our skies never get all the way dark. They're the stars.
"These stars have feelings, which alot of people don't really say. Each star has a name, too.  There's so many names for them that no one can really name them all. But, there was one star that was different from the rest of the stars, one that was dimmer in light because it was in its last stages. It was a very dim star and was able to bring the other stars close to it. Yet, there was something else about this star, too. It was able to control all of the other stars with its gravitational pull.
"When it would bring over the other stars, it would always say, 'Spread abroad and tell them that I exist.' However, when the other stars would get close, they would dissolve into beautiful arrays of light so that this one star would have an attractive glow to it. On the outside of this star, it was an unspeakable phenomenon. On the inside, however, it was a disruptive cluster of energy that would destroy anything in its path.
"The name of this star was Enerita, meaning 'power' in the Ovilian language. Enerita was able to use all the power that it had and instead used it for the pleasure for the failure of other stars. It pursued into error. It was more of a pursuit of standing significane among the other stars, but it began to dim its value for its power's sake. The other stars, noticing the years and years of repeating fates for the stars that drew near to Enerita, made a new plan against Enerita instead.
"They were saying that since Enerita was gaining enough power over the entire universe of stars, they had to find a resvolve to subject it somehow. It was called the Order of Light. This 'Order of Light' was more of a system to find resolve and judge Enerita for all the destruction it had caused all this time with its prescence. Additionally, the other stars desired a universe where they could dwell without exchanging their magnificent glows for their own destruction.
"When Enerita heard about this order, he became furious against the other stars and instead decided to declare war against them all. After all, he had thousand of years' worth of stars' power stored inside of him and of himself. He believed that he could easily win against them. Enerita just would not allow the power of the stars to control him and his beauty. For this reason, he hurled one of the best stars which he came to use for a nearby planet to take the form of another being and bring the other stars to their grim fate - inside of him.
"The result he got was exquisite enough. He was able to take the form of one of the planet's inhabitants, which would be that of the Qusans, and use the people there for his warfare. He took on a new name - Reveritan - and made history with the other Qusan people. He fought in the wars against the Nylans and the Slaktians. Many of them he lost, but he was able to at least get both of the masses of races at the hault of their intentions for domination."
I shook my head. "This could not have been real, Jalade."
"I never said it really happened. I'm just saying that it applies to life."
"Just continue."
"Alright. Don't say anything else 'til I'm done. Now, where was I?" He thought for a while and finished up his custard. "Oh yes, Enerita took on the form of a Qusan and fought for the people. So, from there, he was able to gain much respect for the people and convince them to battle against the other stars..."
I just listened and listened, but my mind kept trailing somewhere else as he was telling it. He was right; the story somehow related to the mind of those willing to raise their power to unseeming levels. Let alone, this Enerita was desperate to bring himself up in ranks compared to the other stars just to get even higher in his power. It reminds me of something my mother once said to me:
"Savoice, listen to me. Your father has been gone for a while, and I will be travelling to Salwom for some financial duties. I just ask you this one time to take care of yourself and don't abandon what I have taught you through the years."
"When are you coming back?" I said.
"I will come back as soon as I can. When I do, we can have our own returning celebratory feast."
I watched her leave as my mind began to ravel to another direction. Thirteen years of life I had been experienced with, and this one time was a time for me to use all of the capabilities of what my mother taught me. I had to become the Higher.
So, as soon as she left, I made my way to the room of Maniahe Exklesion, the Fifth Higher, and informed him of the situation.
"She left so soon," Maniahe said. "When is she returning?"
"She just said that she'll come back as soon as she can. We need to have this done as soon as possible, if that's the case."
"I have a very special recruitment that I can rely on for the slice." He slid over a folder toward me. "Don't say the name. Just say the position."
I looked down at the name 'Naikurose Eins' and found his position. "An Anti-Vavy loyalist?"
"Yes. This will ensure that he is a dominant antagonist against the Highers reign as well as your father who is greatly in support of the Vavy principles. He was indeed an assassin back at his time in Ovilis for those that spoke against the government. Fifty-three souls with one hand. Eighty-four with both. Over a hundred with his abilities. He is very gifted as can be. You should take advantage of this opportunity."
"I will. As long as the Higher position is heredited to me, I will take this opportunity at its fullest. I can't thank you enough for this."
Maniahe grinned. "Remember what we talked about? If your father is unsuccessfully ki--."
"I remember. But, don't worry. I think this is going to work." I walked out of his office and made my way out of the facility. My mother was absent. My father was absent. It was only me.
There I was, ready to extend my power to greater levels. If it were to take Never out of my life, it would have to be so. With his philosophical mindset being challenged by the means of existence for our race, there had to have been an end somewhere. Let alone, my father never came to care much about me. My mother showed me that becoming a Higher would uplift the situations we had been in and have us to become stronger than the rest of the Platurians. Becoming a Higher was a means for control. If I could take control of my father's postition, then I could change the outlook of the world.
That very afternoon, I walked out with the folder and met with the according person prepared for the task. Naikurose Eins let me inside, served some tea, and got down to business in explaining his plan.
"The Banquet. At the Pertanese Enforcement Assembly's Celebratory Banquet, I will find the standing point of where your father will be and kill him from there. Since your father possesses no abilities, and I am attempting to stay ambiguous in this execution, I will use this bow and arrow to penetrate into his heart and brain with the perfect shot. What I need you to do is keep him distracted and prevent him from moving around much. You know where the large curtain hangs in the main hall?"
I nodded.
"Well, from there, I want you to 'accidentally' pull the curtains as you're running with your friend Aison. I will shoot right after that."
"What if someone discovers you?"
"There is a very slim chance that someone will discover me. At this time, no one is allowed to move to the top of the banquet chairs until the President arrives. The President does not typically arrive until the very end of the banquet. In that time, there are maintenance workers and officers guarding the area. With that, I would have to use my past granted liscence and uniform to get back there. If it does happen that I am discovered of this, though, I will have to kill all witnesses on scene, old or young, male or female. That will include Aison."
"What?! Why would you have to kill Aison? He wouldn't be doing anything wrong!"
"Don't raise your voice," he grinned with his finger over my mouth. "This is just what I do, Savoice. You recruited me, so this is the part of the reward that I want from you. Aison will be in running scope within your father, since his father will not be there. Aison is the typical person, who, if he sees something wrong, will tell authorities immediately. I garuntee you that he has a bounty on his life with me already for exposing me at Altracost."
"You were behind the Altracost Massacre in Salwom?"
"I had to have been. The Tyria Grossa were upheaving in the area, and I just had to seem to take a different side of my personal beliefs and execute many of them. Aison just happened to be watching and contacted the government for reports. It is not that my name is in the Record of Infringers, but it is that my description is still there to be discovered after enough investigation. Anyway, you are going to have to sacrifice something in this as I am putting myself in danger."
So, from there, the two of us devised the plan deeper and intricate, and I had to tell everything that my father had been in my life for a further account in Naikurose's journal of executions. We went so deep into the plan that I was almost able to recite it with given situations. We role played it multiple times, too - in the bare public.
On the night of the banquet, I was ready to have this done. There would be no one in my way to subdue me and my to-be position. And, Naikurose, an exceptional assassin proved to be one of the worst, would be fighting in my favor that night. Accordingly, I traveled with my father to the banquet site at the capital of Pertan and brought my friend Aison along. There were some feelings of guilt passing through me, but I tried my best not to reveal them to anyone. This was a price which I had to pay for the rest of my life.
All of the ceremonial events were done - the greetings from the First Ten (including Maniahe Exklesion), the Pure Drink Ceremony, the traditional choir for excellence, and much more - and I was ready for the moment that I had to take with my father.
"Father, I'm going out to chase Aison," I said. "Take care." From there, I went to play chase with Aison around the banquet room with all the dancers and chatters of laughter at their tables.
"You're still running too slow, Savoice," Aison called from up front. "You'll never get me."
Over to the side was the rope to the curtains which I was eager to run toward. To make it seem as though I was putting a wall up to prevent Aison from running any further, I tripped over the rope and caused the curtains to fall.
"Aw, look what they'd done," Higher Inen, a churl, said. "Both of you rats better stop running in here!"
I grinned as I tagged Aison and pushed him over. In that same moment, a sound of piercing came from behind me, and gasps circulated throughout the room. I looked back and found my father on the ground, choking on his starting fountain of blood.
"Father?" A feeling of disbelief came over me. I rushed over to him. "Father!"
Aison, who was traveling behind me, made way over to my father as quickly as possible. "Savoice, your father! Oh, Never! Someone get some help!"
I stared into my father's rolling red eyes and the crimson blood that streamed down his neck. "Father? Get up! What happened to you?!"
"Naikurose..." He muttered. "Nai--..."
"I am going to have some assistance for you! Don't say any more! Keep the blood in your mouth!"
But, no one came in time. Aison was choking on the air in front of him as tears streamed down my eyes for the appearance of it. But, as soon as I could have my last moments with my father, another piercing noise came behind me with blood shooting into the right side of my face.
"Aison!" I flashed my eyes over to the unfortunate comrade on the ground, dead already. "Aison!"
"Come here, child!" Higher Exklesion grabbed me and ran out of the area. "You might get shot if you keep sitting here!"
"Father! Father!" I tried to reach out to my father who no longer moved. "Take me back to him!" I struggled in the Higher's hands. "Take me back!"
"You can't get your father back!" He ran me into a carriage with waiting Chopi and had us going in another diretion away from the banquet. "He's trying to execute you!"
"No, he's not! He killed my father!" I tried to explain without revealing too much. "He was just after him! That's all!"
"Then why did he kill your friend?!"
"Stop! Just stop! We have to get out of here!" From there, the Higher did not hesitate to get out of the killing zone, with the ignorant Chopi listening on the conversation.
From that day forward, I was tested of my innocence by the Investigation League and, as desired, granted the hereditary position of becoming a Higher in my father's place. I still was educated under the Bondas Covoy system, but there was nothing much that changed. I was regarded higher among all of the other people in the facility, being the youngest in the assembly with the oldest of roles.
"You know I'm done with the story, right, Saovice?" Jalade said.
"You are? Well, that took a long time. You promised it wouldn't."
"Sorry, but I just like to tell stories. It's the best part about me."
"You tell them so well - a little too well. Do you prepare these ahead of time?"
"Actually, not all the way. I know this story good enough, because it applies to me to some degree. That's what the Refuge Anthem is about, Savoice," Jalade was eating my custard now. "I mean, think about the lyrics. It says that no matter how much power the fragile hand obtains, it would never achieve much of anything. All it does is oppress the others under it to become influenced to its own delusional state."
I stared at him. "Its own delusional state? You mean it never becomes higher in power with the power it gains in a way? It doesn't make sense."
"I think it does. I mean, after all, Enerita was able to use all of that power just to reach its own climatic point of what he did to the other stars. Have you heard of the 'Omit Theory?'"
"Yes, I have. Give me that," I snatched my cup from him.
"Oh, sorry. You were just sitting there, so I decided to take it from you."
"You know," I stared at the cup, "There was one thing that my mother taught me. She said this as Reyonis Platura once did: 'No power of existence means all power in the mind.'"
"Your mother told you that? I've heard that quote before. That's the Toniahs Doctrine. It's true, but how does this relate to the story that I'm talking about?"
"Simple, Jalade. Listen to me. This star, Enerita, had all of the power taken from the very beginning. This power that you speak of was 'fragile,' which is what you have found means to explain. The 'fragile' hand only holds to what is 'deemed righteous' because it accepted what wasn't there. Now, based on the quote I said, the star never existed, and there was all power in the mind of the 'fragile' hand, because its light never existed."
"No, no, Savoice. That's just denying reality."
"That is not denying reality; that is accepting power. Power is not a reality, Jalade. It's a--."
"Savoice, no. The light existed. What didn't exist was the secondary form that Enerita took in order to become this powerful being."
"No, now you're saying that he didn't exist as the person he became with the Qusans. That aspect of him was real, because he came to manifest himself with other witnesses. We talked about this at our first conclusion meeting. Ah, it makes sense now. Were you there at the very beginning when everyone was huddled around Najarv'sye, and he was saying things for first?"
He leaned closer. "Everyone was there, Savoice."
"Well, I remember going up where everyone was. He said something, but I don't remember exactly what it was. He said something like the visions will cry but the reality doesn't listen or something. Like, in my dream! He said I wouldn't listen or something and that he wanted me to tell everyone that he existed!"
"What?"
"I had a dream of Najarv'sye saying that! And he said that when I first met him! He's Enerita, Jalade!"
"Whoa, whoa, what? You were just saying earlier that the story of the 'Lost Seed' couldn't have been real."
"No, he's trying to mimic the character in the story! And, and, Najarv'sye also said when I first met him that the revelations are for the simple and confuse the complex! You know why? Because the answers are in the hands of those looked down upon, and the questions still lie with those who look down! Don't you see?! The power doesn't matter! What matters is the one who influences the lie the most!"
"Lies? Ugh, Savoice, really. What are you talking about?"
"Jalade, I'm getting a step closer to the answer. Najarv'sye is a lie. Oh, Zona was right, even though he was trying to trick me."
"Okay, okay, you need to stop right there. Otherwise, these many days with you would have been nothing."
"Jalade, this is the resolve. None of this exists at all. This entire case doesn't exist. The only thing we're making exist with Najarv'sye is his control over us!"
Jalade stood up and backed away from me. "I really don't want to report you for this, Savoice. Please, stop."
"Jalade, you need to tell all of the other Finalizers this. I'm going to tell the other Interpreters this, also."
"No, you're not," he moved in front of the door. "If they figure out that you're thinking right now, they're going to send you and me outside of the District of Turiah!"
"Maybe this is what I need. I think I need to go outside of the District and see the world of Ovilis for myself instead of relying on Najarv'sye telling us everything about it."
"You're not going anywhere."
I walked in front of him. "Get out of the way, Jalade."
"No, Savoice. You need to... you need to... stop. Please. I didn't mean to make you do this way."
"It is not your fault. This is all on me. If they send me out for any reason, I'm sure they'll see your innocence for trying to stop me. I'm going to go and tell everyone what's going on."
"Please don't, Savoice. I don't know how else to plead to you to stop you from doing this. Please. Just go and tell someone else about this - someone you can trust to keep it in - and maybe they can take action on it without exposing how you see this situation."
I stared into his right green eye and left blue eye, both deep in thought against me and my insight. I could hear the shakeness of Jalade's breaths as I leaned in closer to him.
"What I need you to do is continue to shadow me, Jalade. Lead me. Tell me what I should do. Otherwise, I will do what you don't want me to. If you're going to be here with me for a while, you may as well have a taste of what I am going through."
Jalade moved out of the way and let me walk through the door. "I can do that, Savoice. But, don't expose yourself, because now at this point, I am considered as your accomplice."
"I am going to start with Moderator Hoberzt. He said once that he believed me of what I had been saying about this place because of what happened to Callinaiva. Then, if I get far enough, I'll consult Dojyu Coffnaigh and put an end to this." I pulled out my letter and stared at it. "This will be the greatest conclusion that had ever come upon this place."
"I am really scared for you, Savoice. You're in a bad position."
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