Conversation with Shomufi

- After so many years, I have come across a chosen one who cannot speak? - Avel said with sadness in his voice, and when I was about to answer, he continued. - Or is the language of the people living here different from what this chosen one speaks?

Confusion was visible in his bubbling voice; tilting his head slightly and pressing his finger to his beak, it was clear that he was thinking about something.

- I understand you, I had no expectation that I would meet the chosen one. - I turned to him, hearing my voice, Avel broke out of his thoughts.

Having made sure that I understood him, Avel came up to me and examined me with interest, sometimes his beak moved but I did not hear him say anything, his head turned more strongly to the sides, allowing him not to have difficulty examining me.

- It's good that we understand each other, you're right, chick, and right away I'm wrong, I'm part of the knowledge of the chosen Shomufi. - Avel turned to me in a thoughtful voice. - Before we left the world, the gods asked old Avel to leave a part of himself to help the chosen ones.

There were noticeable changes in his voice and behavior when he remembered the days gone by, but I didn't understand why he said that the gods wanted him to help the chosen ones if they were disappointed in the remaining races?

- Do you remember how to get to that world where you went with the gods? - I couldn't help but ask, I had fears that only God could open the way or that perhaps all the powers of the gods were needed.

Avel shook his head, apparently he did not have that part of the knowledge that was necessary to open the path, or it was still not in my power.

- Why do I feel the forces of all the elements in you, but only one chick flows through you? How can one favorite have all of them? - Shomufi asked with misunderstanding and distrust in his voice, looking over me.

Listening to his words and thinking about his words, how did he feel the elements that were not yet awakened?

Not knowing what Avel remembered, I could only share with him what happened to me. Telling that I was a person without a talent for magic and having entered the academy where it became clear about my opportunity to become the chosen one of the goddess Ges and how I decided to become one and my change into a half-elf.

While telling all this, I saw Avel looking at me thoughtfully, sometimes his beak opened, but no sounds were heard.

When I told him that the goddess had endowed me with all the elements of the gods, Avel was surprised, it was clear that he was trying to calm down.

- Interesting, an unusual decision by the goddess Ges and other gods who allowed her to endow you with their magic. - Avel said thoughtfully, immersed in his thoughts.

How much power did she have over the other gods? Did the gods have someone more important than others or did they not have dominance?

Avel continued to examine me with interest, sometimes saying something, his wings sometimes twitching from the strong emotions that overwhelmed my interlocutor.

- Why did you leave a part of yourself here in this world if the gods and the five races left this world? - I asked Avel who, having heard my question, Shomufi sighed.

Turning his head, Avel looked at the thrones that were located opposite us; nostalgia and memories of days gone by were felt in his gaze.

Before the exodus of the five races, each god asked his chosen one to leave part of his knowledge in the sanctuaries of the gods to help the chosen ones if they got there.

Listening to his words, I did not expect that in each sanctuary of the departed races there was part of the knowledge of one of the chosen ones.

- When I entered you said that perhaps my language is different from those who live in the city. Do you know about those who live in your capital? - I incredulously asked Avel, who nodded his head and extended his hand forward.

Magic began to appear on his fingers and over time, an image appeared in front of me in which it was clear how figures were moving around the city, making movements with his fingers, Avel enlarged the images and voices began to reach us and we saw who was speaking.

This reminded me of how I went to test talent for magic in the Cray Empire, was it similar magic or different?

- Thanks to them, I learned your language, otherwise we would not have understood each other. - Addressing me, Avel said, removing the images and voices of the city residents. - Now tell me what has changed in the world after our exodus.

Telling the interlocutor about what happened after the exodus of the five races, about how the remaining races formed an alliance based on blood and made the lands of the departed races forbidden lands.

At some moments, Shomufi clarified some questions about other races. It was clear that he was dissatisfied with what I told him, especially he did not like that the races turned away from the gods and branded the chosen ones as damned swordsmen.

- Stupid shions! How dare they desecrate our gods and the races that were loyal to the gods! - Avel shouted irritably; his wings began to actively move and lift him into the air.

Avel stopped paying attention to the fact that he no longer walked on the floor but was in the air, speaking in a language unknown to me, he continued to fly in the air and only when he touched the ceiling did he freeze.

Looking back and seeing where he was and landing again, it was noticeable that Shomufi was still annoyed by the actions of the remaining races.

- Senior, can you please tell me whether all the chosen ones underwent a race change or not? - I asked Avel, watching him try to calm down.

I was worried about the words to the goddess Ges that I would change races, but that then after changing races and from her words I would have the opportunity to use chaos magic.

What race will I belong to? I already felt changes beginning to occur in me and in my judgments; my attitude towards both the races around me and my opponents had changed.

Avel, immersed in his thoughts, examined me; I felt him studying me with help vibrations.

- This has happened before, but as I said earlier, all the elements are in you, but to my memory this has never happened. Changing your race not only changes your appearance, but your thoughts also change. - Answering my question, Avel began to calm down; his wings continued to flap, but Shomufi controlled his emotions.

Avel shared stories when the chosen ones changed their races. Mostly such cases occurred between elves, but the change of race was not a whim or desire of the chosen one, but a necessity for God to endow the elf with his powers.

The gods did not conflict with each other over such cases; there were cases when the chosen ones changed very much and could no longer distinguish their thoughts and desires from those that the new race inspired them.

Among the Avels there were no people willing to worship other gods, and Shomufi did not know what changes would occur in a person's behavior if he became an Avel.

- But your situation is more unusual than that of the other chosen ones, you will change races more than once, and my advice to you is to learn to separate what makes you who you are and who you will be. - He spoke in a thoughtful voice, walking around me. - Will it be difficult? Yes, but otherwise you will lose what makes you who you were before you became the chosen one, do you understand?

I understood what Shomufi meant, but how can I determine what makes me who I am now? My memories or perhaps goals when I wanted to ask Avel about what makes me who I am, he raised his hand calling me to shut up.

- Chick, I won't tell you the answer to this question; you have to find out everything yourself. - My interlocutor said, looking carefully into my eyes.

In his voice it was felt that he was trying to give advice, but whether I understood him or not was only my problem. Sighing and nodding to him, I saw that he lowered his hand. Avel's recent outburst of emotions disappeared.

- Now tell me why you came here? And by your surprise at seeing me, it means you have not been to other sanctuaries. - Avel asked in a calm voice, standing in front of me.

Sighing, I began to tell him that I could not use the sword technique of the Cray Empire and that I would give myself away, and that it once belonged to the Avels.