#in the sense of being united & pushing for change through that unity

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Summary: The Emperor's family was never built to last as a whole...united.

Pairing: None (Mentions of Angron and his "knight" tho-)

Genre: Bittersweet

TW: Foul language, bittersweet, Primarchs being Primarchs

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Fa(ke)mily

Not much fanfare nor celebrations of their arrival preceeded the Primarch, he never wished to be on the spotlight not even for those kinds of momentous occasions and neither did he allowed his father the satisfaction of arranging something in his honor as he had done with the rest of his brothers. At the top of the set of stairs leading to the doors of the Imperial Palace there was Magnus, the majestic red skinned scholar amongst his brothers, wearing a small crown custom made to inhibit the troubles of a blank such as Neran could create to a great psyker like Magnus; the Primarch smiled and opened his arms widely to receive his brother, pulling him to a hug that Neran was not interested in the slightest to return, always finding those kinds of display of affection pointless.

"By the stars, brother we didn't knew you would show up! Father told us you were too far away fighting against Xenos" Magnus chuckled, looking momentarily behind Neran and bowing his head slightly at his brother's Legion

"He had invited me just like the rest of you...my Equerry convinced me to come, pointing how important the occasion was for the unity of our....brotherhood"

"My compliments to you Equerry, I know family matters are difficult to understand for my brother here" Magnus gave the Marine a warm smile, which received just a nod in response.

Holding Neran by the arm, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons pushed his brother inside the Palace, showing him the wonders of the Imperial library, passing through the studies of the different Primarchs and noting different places that could be of interest for his brother even if Magnus was perfectly aware that Neran had little care for anything other than his sons and his Legion organization; the fact he was even there, willing to participate in a dinner with the rest of the family, was a big display of how Neran was trying to connect with his brothers or at the very least give the illusion he cared.

Magnus sighed as the face of his brother never changed expression, keeping that neutral grimace devoid of any tact or emotions Magnus had only seen once before, the day the Emperor had told him about not prying into the secrets of the universe surrounding them. It was difficult to find a theme to speak with him, even more so than others like the berserker Angron or the savage Wolf "king" Leman, with them it was a matter of intellect and lack of personal opinions that would get in the way of even thinking in engaging on one of the multiple interesting subjects Magnus knew; but Neran was intelligent, he was capable of thinking like the greatest philosophers of Tizca and surprisingly good on dwelling deep into the themes and different points of view from the matters in which Magnus had been lucky enough to get out of him, but Neran just simply refused to speak about them, time and time again shut down with harsh words or blunt answers any kind of conversation or proposal to have meetings in which to speak of these themes. He was cold, blunt like nobody else in his entire life, but still the Primarch of the Thousand sons sensed that his brother was more of what he showed to everyone.

The big round table with beautifully adorned seats, each with the Roman number of the Legions, was already served and buzzing with chatter; the rest of the Primarchs were already there, some like Roboute were enjoying the company of their brothers, others like Leman joked and took a piss out of retelling stories or victories in their wars; a small group however including Konrad, Angron and Perturabo however found the little joy they could allow themselves to have in remaining quiet and eat of what they had in their plate, not willing to spend more time there than it was the bare minimum required of them. Extending his hand and pointing to his seat, Magnus left Neran and went to get into his designated place, leaving the Primarch of the Mutes sandwiched between Lion and Fulgrim. The Phoenix gave a glance at his brother and gave him a fake smile before rolling his eyes and slightly moving his chair a bit further away from Neran; Lion, in contrast, nodded solemnly to the Solticence and offered him a cup of wine, which Neran received and drank from it without saying a word of gratitude or salute any of his brothers at all.

"Glad you could come" Lion cleared his throat and changed position in his chair

"My Equerry told me to" Neran looked directly at his brother's eyes

"Even your sons are more lively than you" Fulgrim chimed in, marking his sarcasm

"They do understand more of you than me, Fulgrim" Neran tried to make a smile, coming off very unnatural "Although none understand your paintings yet"

Lion chuckled soundly as he patted Neran's back, enjoying the horrified expression on Fulgrim face as if someone had committed the most heinous crime in front of his very eyes. Neran smiled faded, faster than any expected, and for the rest of the bickering back and forth between the Lion and the Phoenix he simply ate from his plate, he did not needed to eat anything nor he could taste those ingredients, but the motion at least gave him an excuse to not speak to anyone else while the dinner continued and everyone awaited the arrival of the Emperor to formally begin that evening.

A low growl was heard in the room and suddenly Angron stood up, face red by the anger he felt as he stared with a murderous gaze to Leman and Dorn; he muttered something Neran couldn't quite catch up and then drove his fist into the table, which created a sizable dent on it although not quite managing to break it; seemed like Father did knew them all and had taken extra precautions to make everything extra sturdy so even Primarchs couldn't break the furniture so easily.

"What has happened?" Neran whispered into Lion's ear

"Angron showing once again how easy it is to drive him mad..." The First waved his hand around "Don't get too caught up in it, happens very much in every single reunion we have"

Neran frowned, an expression so rarely seen in his face the others instantly noticed it, while looking at the ones responsible for the outburst in the most judging silence imaginable, compared only to what their Father did whenever one of them messed up or when He felt disappointed in them.

"He'll come back Neran, please sit down" Horus spoke up, noticing how the eyes of everyone there rested on his brother's face

"..." Neran huffed as he glanced at Horus

"I heard it all, they were just fooling around" Lupercal looked at the Wolf King to help his case

"It was just a fun prank I said about his friend on the Conqueror, by the frosted lands of Fenris even Dorn chuckled!"

"Jests such as those can be very distasteful Russ...like the milk of the she-wolf that raised you" Neran lifted his hand before Leman could retort "See how that can drive a man mad?"

"Fuck you, you don't even belong in a party, let alone here after dad-"

"Russ!!!!" Horus shouted before the phrase ended

A tense silence followed the little exchange, one broken by the footsteps of Neran echoing in the chamber as he left in search for Angron. The Mute could only imagine how the Red Angel felt after that awkward moment, even more so as he had too being on the receiving end of the quite bad and rude jokes of Russ, whenever Neran understood the feeling he was supposed to have.

He found his brother not too far from there, on a small room stocked with weapons and training dummies, beating one of said dolls over and over again with his bare knuckles, blood already starting to pour from the cuts created on his flesh. Neran took slow steps forward, loud enough to announce his presence there but with the enough distance to not get in the way of Angron venting his anger at whatever he found close at the moment. As the distance between them got shorter, the Red Angel seemed to calm himself more and more, his labored breath was allowed to slow down, taking longer inhalation and deeper exhalation until his hands went to rest by his sides; Angron looked over his shoulder and weakly smiled with that mouth devoid of lips, which made a gesture only Neran could interpret accurately

"You...thank you...for....making them stop singing" The Red Angel pointed at his skull

"I cannot control that, there is nothing to thank me for" Neran too smiled in his own creepy way

"Hrgggh I know, but still...your presence here is welcomed...you can soothe these fucking things"

"I'm sorry that cannot be said of Russ"

"Ah...yes...well...he's a 'King' you know? Tyrants and royals tend to behave in that sort of way" Angron shrugged, looking at the destroyed dummies around "I just didn't think he would be so dirty as to make a joke out of my....my knight"

"You care for him" Neran bluntly pointed out, getting a laugh out of his brother

"Yes....yes! Fucking hell it's so obvious then eh?"

"You said that nickname with care, stopping at every syllable to mark it with fondness" Neran sounded like a servitor repeating an order

"It's just...very special and dear to me, Neran....sometimes the Nails just sing about him to make me hurt anyone who mentions his name" Angron shook his head from side to side "It's even harder to control that than it is to control the impulses to kill anyone I lay my eyes on"

"Including me, now?" Neran attempted to make a joke

"Nah, not you right now!!! Blanks are a bitch to anyone who has even the slightest connection to the Warp! You have always a shield raised against me and those desires!" Angron scratched the back of his head, between the cables "I hope that analogy makes sense"

"It did not....but I appreciate the effort" Neran forced a smile again

Angron roared a laugh as he patted his brother in the back, making him almost fall to the ground from the sheer force of it, which caused another series of laughs from the Red Angel. Neran huffed and straightened his posture again, looking directly at his brother's eyes; he knew they both were more alike than anyone else in the family, perhaps the closest thing to a bond he would ever form with any of his brothers, if only because of their circumstances, their own unique way of experiencing their lives and their inability to fully understand anyone around them; that made it easier to tolerate the Red Angel and enjoy his company, even if Neran didn't knew what the word 'enjoy' meant.

As he sighed, Neran and Angron felt a presence looming over their heads, as if a storm was brewing in the nearby chambers of the Palace closing in on them; the Emperor with his imposing figure entered the room, dressed in his finest armor, the same he wore during the Unification wars on Terra and the Great Crusade, the same one he used when He first met with his sons on their different planets; at his side, Malcador the Sigilite scanned their surroundings ever so vigilant.

"Sons, I require your presence in the council chamber" The Emperor spoke with authority

Angron growled a low rumble but did as he was told, walking behind Malcador, who glanced at the Red Angel and frowned as he tried to get out of his way. Neran looked up at the towering figure of his Father, who nodded and gestured for him to follow as well; with another sigh, the Primarch of the Mutes marched behind his brother towards the chamber where the other sons of the Emperor were still reunited, now having cleared the table from the food and adornments so all the maps and documents needed to explain why the Emperor had gathered them there could be unfolded at length.

"Greetings, Father" Magnus bowed, a gesture followed by the rest of his brothers

"You may take a seat, we have much to discuss tonight" The Emperor sat down in the big golden throne at the end of the table, besides Horus "We have made great leaps forward in our conquest of the galaxy, each of you has succeeded in securing or pacifying their assigned territories and thus has allowed me to further expand the borders of our Empire; I would like to congratulate you all for the achievements you have obtained in this period"

Neran raised an eyebrow while glancing at the rest of the Primarchs, most of them were beaming with pride and joy at the recognition of their efforts and victories, while others remained stoic and simply took a seat waiting for the Emperor to continue with what He had to say; Magnus seemed particularly eager to listen and Neran guessed that maybe his brother was thinking on the opportunity to gain some kind of favor with their father to push further into studying the mysteries of the universe.

"But now, it is time we take another step forward, Xenos threats have become more than a nuisance for the ever growing Imperium of Mankind, I've heard…the type of things the Rangdan had done to our people-" The Emperor took a sharp inhalation "Lion and Neran, you'll be Humanity sword and shield against these aliens, I trust you both will deal with the threat in the way they deserve"

"We shall, Father" The Lion stood up and saluted before sitting back down

"By your order" Neran whispered

"Magnus, I would ask you to be very wary of your psychic powers; I cannot say everything yet, but it is imperative you thread carefully"

"Of course, Father" The Primarch nodded solemnly

"Roboute, I am putting in your hands the matter of securing our borders from the Eldar incursions, the Craftworlds must remain unaware of our current status"

"Yes, Father" Roboute nodded as well

"Horus, my son, you'll be sent with a massive army to subdue and unite the last hold outs of resistance on the nearby stars, we will not allow anyone to defy my rule"

"I'll do my best, Father" Horus nodded too, a smile forming on his face

"As for the rest of you, I've made you well aware of your duties, if you need clarification Malcador has always and will always speak on my behalf" The Sigilite did a short bow at the mention of his name.

The Mute Primarch glanced at the rest of his brothers, noting how some like Dorn and Guilliman had taken notes or were making their own arrangements for whatever it was they needed to do. Neran took a look at the map and instantly found out what his father was referring to with the threat of the Xenos, but his eyes narrowed at the sight of the reports coming about the sightings and war zones where the enemy was fighting Humanity, they did not seem…hostile.

"Father" Neran spoke up, standing up "This threat seems insignificant for a war of this scale"

The Emperor raised his head and looked directly at his son's eyes, a feeling of dread came over everyone in the room, even Neran himself who felt the pressure of His gaze as if someone was looking deep into his very core; He remained quiet, only his eyes moving around, as if looking for something in the Primarch's face that could betray the seeds of heresy growing in his son. Flaring up his nostrils as it seemed He took all the remaining air left in the room, the Emperor leaned back and with a sigh closed his eyes, gazing from Nerean to the rest of his sons thinking of the correct words to lecture them all

"What I saw, was not insignificant" He spoke, a coldness in his voice not present before "Those things are a menace and will not hesitate to destroy everything that crosses their path, even other Xenos species"

"But they aren't doing that now"

"Not yet, Neran, they haven't met the legions, they haven't met yet the full might of our species, you are not aware of the power and the horror they can bring upon the galaxy if they know we are here to fight for what's ours"

"I see what is theirs here...not where we settled so many millenia ago, where our founding fathers expanded to. I see what was theirs being taken for our-" Neran felt the judging looks of everyone else on the room settled on him

"We are done here, as we have much work to do" The Emperor voice raised above the muttering of his son

One by one the Primarchs went back to their Legions and then to their personal expedition fleets; Russ and Roboute gave a stern look at Neran containing their urges to punch him just barely enough, Konrad looked at his brother in defeat and could only sigh as he placed a hand on the Hollowgrace arm and lightly squeezed it. Alpharius, in their weird eccentric ways of behaving, went to hug his almost identical brother as he whispered into Neran's ear quick and low enough for their Father to not hear them, "He's going to give the order...soon...be prepared".

In the room only the Emperor, Malcador and Neran remained; the three of them like statues not moving a muscle since the bold declarations of the IIth Primarch just a second ago. They waited for the other 18 to abandon the room completely before even parting their lips to speak. Malcador was the first.

"We were all created with a purpose, child. I know from experience it is hard to see it and, even more so at your age, comprehend the true scale of what our actions will do for the years to come" His wrinkled hand went up to touch Neran armor "Whenever we are not in war, we are preparing for it. This dark times will be over, child, just as you with your brothers bring Humanity's vision to fruition"

"What you ask is genocide, Sigilite. One does not prepare for war, you avoid it as much as you can and-"

"Did they shared your thoughts?" The Emperor voice softened "When you were left alone in that planet, was that silence created by peace? By a holy war against them?"

"It was by what I had to do" Neran voice faltered slightly

"Neran...this is what I have to do now. Just like them, these Xenos...these civilizations that have looked down upon the human being, they will not take kindly our reunification. They will see us as a threat, one they will not stop crushing until the same silence you felt then will be felt by every single human still alive" The Father pulled his son into a reassuring hug

"Is that what we have been reduced to? Not inventing like past Ages? Not rebuilding and researching the technology and science that made all of this possible?"

"We were in that age, Solticence" Malcador nodded slowly "It was our greed for more that the Xenos used on us to make Humanity a fraction of what we were"

"And what we could had been" The Emperor finished the trail of thoughts from his close friend "We will not let that happen again"

"If it was our greed then, what does that tells us of what sin we are committing now?" Neran tried to understand

The Emperor placed his hands on both shoulders of his son, shinning a bright smile that was now too present on the Sigilite expression. They chuckled for a few instances before He declared "Sin is a antique belief we cannot rely on to judge us any longer", with those words lingering in Neran's mind the two of them left the room and the Mute Primarch behind; the reunion of a family of 19 members had ended in empty chairs and an empty table, with a single man not being able to avoid the sinking feeling everything was about to change for the worst.

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The Power of Unity in Challenging Times

In the face of adversity, history has repeatedly shown that unity is one of the most powerful forces for overcoming obstacles. When people come together with a shared purpose, they can withstand crises, rebuild communities, and create meaningful change. Whether in times of war, economic downturns, pandemics, or social upheavals, unity has proven to be a fundamental pillar of resilience and progress.

Why Unity Matters in Difficult Times

Unity is not just a feel-good concept; it is a necessity for survival and progress. When individuals, communities, and nations work together, they pool their resources, skills, and knowledge to tackle complex problems. Unity fosters collaboration, generates innovative solutions, and provides emotional and psychological support during difficult times.

When disaster strikes, for example, communities that come together often recover faster than those that remain divided. After natural disasters like hurricanes, earthquakes, or wildfires, the strength of collective action is evident in the way volunteers, aid workers, and governments coordinate efforts to provide relief. Without unity, such responses would be fragmented and less effective.

Similarly, in times of economic crisis, societies that foster a spirit of unity and cooperation tend to rebound more effectively. Economic downturns often lead to job losses, financial strain, and uncertainty. However, when individuals support one another--whether through local businesses, community initiatives, or mutual aid groups--they create networks of resilience that help them weather the storm.

Historical Examples of Unity in Challenging Times

Throughout history, unity has been a driving force behind some of the most significant transformations and recoveries.

The Civil Rights Movement

The Civil Rights Movement in the United States is a testament to the power of unity in the face of oppression. Leaders like Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, and John Lewis united people of different backgrounds to fight for racial equality. Their collective efforts led to landmark legislation such as the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. Without unity, the movement would not have had the strength and momentum to challenge systemic injustices.

World War II and Global Solidarity

During World War II, nations across the world united against a common enemy. Countries formed alliances, collaborated on war efforts, and provided mutual support. On the home front, citizens contributed by rationing food, working in war industries, and supporting soldiers. This unity was crucial in overcoming one of the most devastating conflicts in human history.

The COVID-19 Pandemic

More recently, the COVID-19 pandemic highlighted the importance of unity in confronting a global crisis. Healthcare workers, scientists, and governments collaborated to develop vaccines in record time. Communities came together to support frontline workers, provide food and supplies to those in need, and spread awareness about public health measures. While the pandemic also exposed divisions in some areas, the moments of unity demonstrated humanity's ability to work together in the face of unprecedented challenges.

The Psychological Benefits of Unity

Beyond practical advantages, unity also provides crucial emotional and psychological support. In times of crisis, feelings of isolation, fear, and uncertainty can be overwhelming. However, being part of a united community offers a sense of belonging and reassurance.

Social connections act as a buffer against stress, anxiety, and depression. Studies have shown that people who have strong social support networks tend to cope better with hardships. When individuals know they are not alone in their struggles, they are more likely to remain hopeful and motivated to push through adversity.

How to Foster Unity in Challenging Times

While unity is a powerful force, it does not happen automatically. It requires effort, empathy, and a commitment to common goals. Here are some ways to foster unity during difficult times:

Promote Open Communication

Misunderstandings and conflicts often arise from a lack of communication. Encouraging open dialogue--whether in families, workplaces, or communities--helps build trust and understanding. Listening to others' perspectives and expressing concerns constructively can prevent divisions from deepening.

2. Emphasize Shared Goals

In times of crisis, focusing on common objectives rather than differences can unite people. Whether it's fighting a pandemic, addressing climate change, or rebuilding after a disaster, reminding individuals of the bigger picture fosters collaboration.

3. Encourage Acts of Kindness and Solidarity

Small gestures, such as helping a neighbor, supporting local businesses, or volunteering, can strengthen a sense of community. Acts of kindness create ripple effects, inspiring others to do the same and reinforcing a culture of unity.

4. Build Inclusive Communities

Unity thrives when people feel included and valued. Promoting inclusivity--whether in workplaces, schools, or social groups--ensures that diverse voices are heard and respected. Celebrating different cultures, backgrounds, and perspectives enriches communities and strengthens bonds.

5. Lead by Example

Leaders, whether in government, businesses, or local communities, play a crucial role in fostering unity. Demonstrating integrity, empathy, and a commitment to collective well-being sets a powerful example for others to follow.

Overcoming Challenges to Unity

Despite its many benefits, unity is often challenged by factors such as political polarization, misinformation, and social divisions. Addressing these obstacles requires a proactive approach:

Combating misinformation: Educating the public, promoting media literacy, and verifying facts help counteract false narratives that divide communities.

Bridging ideological divides: Finding common ground and engaging in constructive discussions can reduce polarization.

Addressing systemic inequalities: Ensuring fairness and justice for all individuals strengthens trust and cohesion within societies.

A Call for Unity

In challenging times, unity is more than just a virtue--it is a necessity. By coming together, we can overcome adversity, build stronger communities, and create a more just and resilient world. Whether in personal relationships, local communities, or on a global scale, fostering unity requires intentional effort. By promoting open communication, emphasizing shared goals, and supporting one another, we can harness the power of unity to navigate even the most difficult times.

Now, more than ever, the world needs unity. The challenges we face--be they social, economic, or environmental--are too vast for any one person or group to tackle alone. It is only through collective effort and solidarity that we can build a brighter future for generations to come.

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In 1984, the town of Merthyr Tydfil in Wales was alive with the raw energy of the punk and skinhead subcultures. The fusion of these two groups might have seemed unlikely to some, but in Merthyr, the kids were united. The town’s working-class roots provided a natural backdrop for these rebellious movements. “The kids, they didn’t care about the boundaries others tried to put on them,” said one local who witnessed the era. “They were united by a common spirit, a love for music, and a desire to stand against the norms of society.”

Punks and skins shared a mutual respect for individuality and non-conformity. Despite their differences in fashion—punk’s DIY ethos versus the skinhead’s sharp style—both groups found common ground through music, particularly the explosion of punk rock and Oi! bands that captured the frustrations of youth in the 80s. Merthyr was a town that didn’t have much going for it economically, but it had a thriving scene of youth culture that made it feel alive and defiant.

Merthyr’s punks and skins often gathered together at local venues or on street corners, where they would swap stories, trade records, and discuss their political views. The tension of the times, fueled by high unemployment and social discontent, gave their movement a sense of urgency. They were not just a fashion statement but part of a larger push for change. “We weren’t just looking for a fight,” one former skinhead remarked, “we were looking for something that felt real, something that made sense in a world that didn’t.”

The camaraderie between the two groups in Merthyr was a testament to the power of music and shared experience. The streets were their stage, and together, they created a culture that was both an escape and a protest. For the youth of Merthyr, it wasn’t just about rebellion; it was about identity. The punk and skinhead scenes represented the defiance of a generation that had grown tired of being ignored. “The unity of the punks and skins in Merthyr wasn’t something that could be easily broken,” said another local. “It was built on mutual respect and the desire to live free.”

The legacy of this era is still remembered fondly by those who lived through it, as a time when the kids were truly united, standing together for something they believed in.

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Tim Howard Stresses Unity, Results for Team USA Before FIFA World Cup 2026

As the countdown to the FIFA World Cup 2026 begins, former U.S. national team goalkeeper Tim Howard is sounding the alarm on what needs to change for Team USA to be competitive on home soil. Widely regarded as one of the best goalkeepers in American soccer history. Howard believes the U.S. Men’s National Team (USMNT) must find consistency and unity if it hopes to make a deep run in the tournament.

Now 46, Howard built an impressive career both domestically and abroad, with standout performances in the Premier League for Manchester United and Everton. He also played in Major League Soccer and earned 121 caps for the national team between 2002 and 2017. Nicknamed the Secretary of Defense, Howard became a symbol of resilience for American soccer during his international tenure.

Team USA recently ended a disappointing run with a 5-0 win over Trinidad and Tobago in the opening match of the Gold Cup. The dominant performance came after a string of four consecutive losses, including a crushing 5-0 defeat to Switzerland in a friendly and a lackluster third-place finish in the 2025 CONCACAF Nations League, where they lost to Canada.

Howard Urges Unity, Grit for Team USA Ahead of FIFA 2026

In an interview conducted just before the Gold Cup victory, Howard didn’t hold back. The togetherness that’s always been a staple of the US Men’s National Team needs to come to the forefront, he emphasized. Results have to get better. Results just haven’t been good. According to Howard, success in international football isn’t just about individual talent but about teamwork and being able to push through difficult moments.

The Football World Cup looms large, with the tournament set to kick off in June 2026. That timeline puts added pressure on Team USA to use the Gold Cup and upcoming friendlies to build momentum. However, the challenge is even steeper with key players like Christian Pulisic, Weston McKennie, Tim Weah, Antonee Robinson, and Sergiño Dest missing from the current squad due to injuries or rest.

Despite the setbacks, Howard sees the Gold Cup as a critical stepping stone. It’s a great opportunity for this group to show some of that fortitude, he said. He insists that mental toughness, the ability to manage games when leading, and finding ways to grind out results are all crucial elements that need to be developed over the coming months.

Howard Sets Standards for Team USA Before Football World Cup 2026

Howard also highlighted that while talent exists in the squad, it’s not enough on its own. It’s not just about the football, he explained. It’s about coming together, showing toughness, and being able to carry games. There are a lot of boxes that need to be checked, and not a lot of time to do it.

Looking ahead, Howard is also embarking on a new venture that allows fans to connect with the game in a more personal way. He has partnered with Airbnb to offer fans the unique opportunity to experience a training session with him. Participants will step into a professional stadium, walk through the tunnel, touch the pitch, and go through the motions of a real matchday—from warm-ups to pregame rituals.

Howard Champions Fan Experience Ahead of World Cup 2026

I was always fortunate to be at the games, said Howard. Now I’m a fan, and I understand how important the connection to the game is. Fans want more than just a ticket. They want an experience. Howard believes Airbnb’s mission aligns well with the global nature of soccer, noting that modern fans often travel to follow their teams.

What Airbnb is doing makes perfect sense. With soccer being a global sport, travel and accommodations are always part of the equation, he said. They’re offering something truly unique. This initiative aims to give fans a rare glimpse into the game from a professional’s perspective, something Howard insists is hard to replicate in any other context.

There’s nothing like walking out of that tunnel and stepping onto the grass. It’s something I’ve tried to emulate in other parts of my life, and I just can’t. As the FIFA World Cup 2026 approaches, Howard remains hopeful that Team USA can rise to the occasion. But he stresses that time is running short. Togetherness, hunger, fight—those are the things we need to see. The talent is there. Now it’s about bringing it all together.

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The Future of Political News and Its Impact

As technology continues to advance, the way we consume political news today is also evolving. Social media platforms, podcasts, and online news outlets have made it easier than ever to access information. However, this also means that the responsibility to seek out reliable sources falls on the individual. By choosing trustworthy platforms, people can ensure they are getting accurate and unbiased information. This is crucial for making informed decisions and contributing to a healthier political landscape.

Looking ahead, the role of political news in shaping society will only grow more significant. As global challenges like climate change, economic inequality, and public health crises become more pressing, the need for informed and engaged citizens will be greater than ever. Political news today not only keeps us updated but also inspires us to take action and work toward a better future. By staying informed, we can all play a part in creating a world that is more just, equitable, and sustainable.

In conclusion, political news today is a powerful tool for empowerment, unity, and progress. It connects us to the world around us and inspires us to make a difference. For the latest updates and insightful analysis, visit Jvpolitical.com, your trusted source for reliable political news. Together, let’s stay informed and shape a brighter future for all.

[granilkhate]

How Do Labor Unions Help Uplift the Status of Filipino Workers? 

Labor unions are very important in improving the lives of Filipino workers. They represent workers as a united group, speaking up for better wages, safer working conditions, and fair treatment at work. By joining together in a union, workers gain strength and support, which helps them negotiate with employers. When workers act alone, it can be difficult to bring about changes, but with a union, they can achieve things that may be hard to do individually.

One of the main ways labor unions help workers is by negotiating for better pay and benefits. Unions use collective bargaining to negotiate agreements on behalf of workers. These agreements, called Collective Bargaining Agreements (CBAs), often result in higher wages, better health insurance, retirement plans, and paid leave. By securing these benefits, unions help ensure that workers are paid fairly and receive compensation that matches the value of their work. This makes it easier for workers to meet their financial needs and improve their quality of life. Besides negotiating pay, labor unions are also crucial in protecting workers’ rights. They make sure that workers have safe working conditions by pushing employers to follow safety regulations and provide the necessary equipment and training. This is particularly important in industries like construction and manufacturing, where workers are often exposed to dangerous conditions. Unions also protect workers from unfair treatment, such as being wrongly fired, not being paid properly, or facing discrimination. When workers are in a union, they have a better chance of standing up for themselves and getting the protection they deserve.

Unions also have a significant impact on shaping labor laws and policies. Through lobbying, which is when unions advocate for changes in the law, they push for better laws that protect workers. For example, the “Amendments to the Labor Code” (Republic Act No. 9481) strengthens workers’ rights by ensuring that unions can organize and participate in union activities without the fear of being punished by their employers. This law also recognizes unions as the legitimate voice of workers, allowing them to engage in meaningful discussions with employers and the government to improve working conditions. Beyond protecting workers’ rights, unions also create a sense of community and solidarity among workers. They bring workers together, giving them a platform to share their concerns, learn about their rights, and work together to find solutions. This sense of unity helps workers address problems at work, but it also encourages them to work for long-term changes that will benefit everyone. By being part of a union, workers are empowered to stand up for their rights and work toward creating a fairer, more supportive workplace. However, labor unions in the Philippines still face challenges. One issue is that some employers try to discourage workers from joining unions, a practice known as anti-unionism. In addition, unions sometimes have limited reach, and not all workers are able to join or benefit from union support. To ensure that more workers can enjoy the benefits of unions, it is important to strengthen the laws that protect union activities. Increasing awareness about workers’ rights is also necessary so that more employees understand the value of being in a union. Ongoing efforts to improve labor laws, such as advocating for a living wage, show that unions remain relevant and vital in pushing for the progress of Filipino workers.

In conclusion, labor unions play a key role in helping Filipino workers by fighting for better wages, safer working conditions, and fair treatment. They help workers negotiate better pay and benefits, protect their rights, and ensure that they are treated with dignity. Unions also create a sense of solidarity among workers, empowering them to address workplace issues and advocate for long-term improvements. By supporting unions and strengthening laws that protect workers’ rights, we can help create a fairer workplace where Filipino workers can thrive. This, in turn, will improve the overall well-being of workers and contribute to the country’s progress.

[performancesports]

Sports as National identity.

Sports and sporting activities have always been an integral part of human society, serving not just as a form of physical activity, but also as a reflection of the values, aspirations, and national identity of a nation. The way we engage with sports and how it is portrayed on a national scale can reveal a great deal about our individual and collective perspectives on the world.

The connection between body and sport is deeply ingrained in how we perceive ourselves and our place in the world. Physical activity not only enhances our physical well-being but also shapes our mindset and outlook on life. Through sports, individuals are able to push their limits, challenge themselves, and ultimately develop a sense of discipline, dedication, and determination. These qualities are not only beneficial on a personal level but also contribute to the overall ethos of a nation.

National climate, in both a literal and metaphorical sense, can greatly influence the sporting culture of a country. Climate can dictate the types of sports that are popular in a certain region, as well as the level of interest and investment in sporting activities. For example, countries with harsh winters may prioritize winter sports such as skiing and ice hockey, while countries with warmer climates may focus more on outdoor sports like soccer and tennis. These sporting preferences can become deeply rooted in a nation's identity, shaping how it is perceived on the global stage.

The powers of sports and sporting in shaping national identity are undeniable. Sporting events have the ability to bring people together, regardless of their background or beliefs, under a common cause. The sense of pride and unity that comes from supporting a national team can create a strong sense of national identity and belonging. In this way, sports can transcend social and political boundaries, fostering a sense of camaraderie and community among individuals.

Furthermore, sports play a critical role in the social hierarchy of a nation. Athletes are often viewed as role models and cultural icons, representing the values and ideals of a society. The success and achievement of athletes can inspire others to strive for greatness and push the boundaries of what is possible. In this way, sports can act as a catalyst for positive change, promoting equality, diversity, and inclusivity within a society.

The trending popularity of sports can be attributed to its universal appeal and ability to connect people across borders and cultures. In an increasingly globalized world, sports serve as a common language that transcends cultural differences and brings people together in a spirit of competition and camaraderie.

In conclusion, sports and sporting activities hold immense power in shaping our individual and national identities. Through sports, we are able to connect with others, challenge ourselves, and inspire positive change within our societies. As we continue to embrace the value and power of sports, we can harness its transformative potential to create a more inclusive, united, and harmonious world.

[csnabroad]

Julia's Costa Rica Diaries #3

College was never my thing. I never thought I would be going back to school after 10 years. Nonetheless, here I am 3 years into school and enjoying every bit of it. I am in my thirties and one thing that I always regretted was not being more involved in after school curriculums. I would look through my yearbook and notice I missed out. When I decided to go back to school at the College of Southern Nevada, I told myself I will indulge and make the best of it. I have been to a few field trips around the state and have participated in research and field work, but nothing compared to the experience of traveling to Costa Rica and study the effect of climate change. I am an Environmental Management student and going to another country and to understand the different practices and basic ethics that they practice regarding their land was beautiful and eye opening. During my trip I was able to see some of the most vibrant and luscious forest I have ever seen. Towns full of people farming for themselves. Having an actual concern and love for the land they live on and care for one another. There are communities protecting the surrounding forest alongside of the government. By working together, they are able to create connections within each forest and keep the natural habitats that the forests house.

Overlooking a town in Costa Rica.

A school van parked next to the town.

In the United States it is not very common for us to know our neighbors anymore let alone share our food with them. The connections that our urban towns should have, have been lost or disconnected. Contrasting between the two countries encourages me to keep pushing forward in my career in environmental management. I hope to bring that sense of unity back into our own communities to be able to sustain the following generations people and animals alike.

—written by Julia Chavez

[cosmosim]

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[berrymeter]

feel the need to make it clear once again that i have better shit to worry about than deciding who gets to be lgbt. if your internet presence is nothing but focus on keeping ‘the ones who are NOT lgbt’ out you’re kinda pathetic & should log off probably bc things don’t work like that anyway? get a hobby or something

[daxieoclock]

{h} VANE I HAD A COOL THOUGHT. u have to mix up the persona protags (3-5) and put them with a different group. up to u if this is for the plot of their game or with the group established. who goes with who and why and how do they fit into the dynamic

!!!! That’s such a cool idea!!! I’m gonna do what comes to mind and just swap from the very start, cut and paste sorta dealio

Hm hm hm…I’ll assume that Minako and Minato are a package deal, so they’d both get moved to that other group. And speaking of! Let’s start with them.

I think the Arisatos would both fit extremely well in the phantom thieves. Whether they’re siblings or a system, either way I think p5’s themes of rebellion versus sloth works really well for minato’s difficulties with moving forward, tending towards passivity and acceptance for a while, while minako’s upbeat personality could get them both through those early couple palaces but she would struggle more with the pervasive anxiety and depressing during the thieves’ kinda downswing from the end of the okumura arc until midway through the yaldy arc.

I would also really love to see their foiling with Akechi. Like. It wouldn’t them be the same as ren’s, but I think they could have some real fascinating interactions. Oh, and imagine how jazzed Futaba would be to have TWO cool and dorky older siblings. Dual wielding key items dhfhfg

Yu is probably the hardest one to fit in any persona game outside of his own, since he’s just…the most terminally unaffected character in the modern trilogy. The only other place that made sense for him would be in a game where he could be a background character, since he already kind of is in p4. So, even though it would probably be to the detriment of the game and story, I think he could manage alright enough in p3.

The thieves could operate autonomously if joker were a cardboard cutout, but ren’s role as leader is tantamount to their success, unity and continued ability to find new thieves. SEES on the other hand…I mean, it would be a less compelling game, but Arisato isn’t a linchpin of their ability to actually function. They’re important to the members of SEES, but not necessarily to the existence of the team itself.

So I think Narukami could do fine enough just standing in the background and being a bland motivational speaker. Like we didn’t need or even want a second Junpei, but at least he could help by being the one trauma-free ally in the friend group who helps make sure things get done.

And now. The fun one. Ren in Persona 4. This could go one of two ways. Either nothing significant changes and Ren is fucking miserable the whole time like Naoto and Kanji and Rise but at least he’s a good mystery solver, cause he’s smart and clever and in his own game was set up as a foil to a literal actual detective.

And! The fact that the “foil” style villain of p4 is a COP makes a ton more sense for Ren than yu. Like Adachi still doesn’t foil Ren directly, but he’d be a great fakeout final antagonist, the avatar of the primary villain being a police officer makes sense and would push Ren to his limits. So that’s already an improvement. He’d also be a fantastic big brother to nanako, even though his bond with dojima would be a lot more strained.

But assuming some aspects of the story would change to cater to this new protagonist…g-d the game could be so good actually. Like Ren helping be that emotional core for the investigation team, bonding with naoto (transmasc to transmasc communication), helping both support and defend his new friends without allowing any of their occasional bullshit, it could really lead the team towards an ending where they all are happy and comfortable in themselves and feel genuinely at home in this new found family unit, rather than how canon feels where everyone is all smiles and good times and then as soon as they drift apart even a centimeter the entire team fractures in half irreparably.

[af1899]

FEH - Finally got the first merge on Hoshidan Summer Micaiah + appreciation post

With [Hall of Forms] now finished and all the rewards obtained, I can now rest at ease forgetting it, so I went to [Forging Bonds] and just got the last [Divine Codes: Ephemera 8] to give Micaiah her well earned merge, and here it is, her RES bane is no more.

While I don't see her often in [AR-D], I've come to understand why she's a good option here: she fills a very unique niche as a refresher with min-maxed attack and resistance that deals effective damage on armored and cavalry units, she aged really well as a unit despite her having one of the lowest BST values of her class but her refine will eventually come out and make her outstanding, I'll wait for it before I invest too much in her.

Anyway, this is not what I appreciate Micaiah, so I'll tell you a little story below and sum up my reasons, there'll be minor spoiler warnings and it's a tad too extensive but I hope you'll find it an interesting read if you do look on it.

I've known about her ever since I started to play Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn after I got my black Wii back in 2015 for my birthday and unlocked it to sideload USB games some time after, but it took me a little to feel like trying it and get it running, I used to be a guy that just trained whoever seemed likeable enough from looks so that I could get on, not as attentive with the plot of every game I play as I am now, but I've started to change that around the time I've started Final Fantasy VIII on the second half of 2019, a game that was truly legendary and emotional Imo.

This is more or less how I've come to known her, but I want to share what sparked interest on me for her:

It took me exactly two weeks to realize I wanted her so badly, it helped that when Lilina was announced, I'd need a [Feh Pass] subscription for just this month, and I got it with help from a friend, to date, I'm still grateful to that user for the support and for us to continue upholding a strong bond.

In any case, when the time came, I realized how charming this skin was, it's one of the best we've gotten, the Hel thematic looks wonderful on her (what a delightful blend of colors and precise styling by Sachie, same person that made the art for Legendary Julia and Sara, yes, more favs 💜) and the art is overall just too good but the best piece out of the four is the normal one I think, and I'll explain why while covering my favorite part of character talking: personality.

Micaiah is a kind and caring girl towards those she holds dear, specially the people of the country she eventually leads as a queen: Daein, located in the Tellius continent.

«I don't really like crowds. Sometimes, I sneak off to the forest to catch a break. I'm guessing the guiding hand of this army might need a break, too!»

— Micaiah: Priestess of Dawn, Fire Emblem Heroes.

She also has a bit of a bitter side but that's not how she normally comes off, yet, this doesn't come out without a reason, she was born a Branded (a human born from a human and laguz unity that end up getting a special power and an irremovable brand somewhere in their body, highly discriminated in Tellius), she had to hide her brand to anyone but her closest friends like Sothe so that she's not mistreated.

She's highly capable of selflessness, symbolized through that power she's gotten: [Sacrifice], it heals the target's wounds at the cost of her life force, she can recover just fine, but it exhausts her in return. This has allowed her to heal without staves and get the recognition from her people in Daein, like when she was first fleeing Begnion forces in Nevassa (capital city of Daein) while repelling bandit attacks, the citizens blocked the path when Micaiah and the Dawn Brigade (it's a group she leads to liberate her country) flee, but before she could escape, she sensed danger, and spotted a young guy being hurt from an arrow a Begnion soldier shot to a child named Nico, who would remember Micaiah's act of kindness for nursing him back to health almost instantly.

There were some times in which Micaiah also had to make really tough decisions, for example: Ike's army was tasked by Apostle Sanaki of Begnion to escort her to her country as they were trying to uncover the vile senate's acts, they had to pass through Daein territory, but because of a [Blood Pact] (a contract that enforces its signer's obedience to avoid a greater catastrophe) that Pelleas (that's the former king of Daein's son) signed under the false pretention that was a peace treaty the senate proposed. Micaiah had to hinder Ike's army advancement to see if she can trick the Begnion senate so she sent her soldiers to fight for that... she wanted to give time to Pelleas so that he could find a way to remove the effects from the [Blood Pact], as they couldn't just be removed normally. She had to make those sacrifices all because of a contract, and she couldn't even just tell Ike that she was forced to follow orders, the attacks from Daein forces didn't make much sense to him naturally. It was her people or her soldiers, so she had to make such decisions that tested her willpower, yet she's strong at heart and carried out with the orders she was given.

In Fire Emblem Heroes, she doesn't talk much about those events, but that's because she wishes to be free from the chains of past days, even if for a moment, she shows a friendly personality towards the Summoner and still being herself. She became queen of Daein and led her people to an age of prosperity, welcoming both laguz and human alike.

Now, all this and more things you'd learn as you play Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn (or may remember from your playthroughs) show how strongly developed and compelling she is as a character, there's a lot going in her life and she lived many difficult moments, yet she got through and grew into a kind and strong-willed woman, she truly impressed me, and I think she's truly pretty, like, I mean:

(Artwork from Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn Memorial Book Tellius Recollection: The Second Volume)

I won't deny that the Resplendent skin is magnificent and gave me the last push-up to play her home game after a long time and learn more about her, but I could see what kind of character she is and what makes her truly special... true, she's not my "best girl" (see PFP) but I still hold her dear as if she was almost high up there. And it's said that "nothing beats the original", so I certainly love her original design.

Here's a little showcase of the other two variants of her I have, I'm missing only her Bridal alt and the possible Legendary one coming later in this month, but here are them:

I love all her official art and how it manages to bring out her friendliness and tender side.

I'm so glad that so far, I've lucked out well with her IVs save her Hoshidan Summer alt, and she appeared randomly when pulling for others most of the time, so it's great to have her now, even as-is.

Her Brave variant from 2019 should be getting a refine next month or any time for the remainder of 2021, I know it'll be good but I would already love to know what it'll do before I give her anything else.

...

And here ends my appreciation post and optional read, if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading, it means a lot to me if you've come to enjoy it.

[bcdrawsandwrites]

For Unity by @jaywings and me

Rating: T Genre: Friendship, Angst Characters: urGoh, skekGra, skekSil, skekSo, skekTek, skekVar, urVa, urSu, urSol, urZah, possibly others… Warnings: A LOT OF VIOLENCE. Description: One was as vile and repulsive as his brethren. He murdered, and maimed, and reveled in it. The other was as slow and indirect as the rest of his brethren. He hated his dark half as much as the others did theirs. But who they were did not matter, for Thra saw its moment, and seized its opportunity. Beta Reader: ThePrairieNerd

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Chapter 8: One, That Became Two, That Became One Again Summary: In which the Wanderer takes the first steps.

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His hand was empty.

As he made his way through the Dark Forest, guided only by the light of the Sisters, urGoh found himself rubbing his thumb over his calloused palm repeatedly; the shard he'd carried for only a few days had felt almost like a companion to him. And yet it had shattered beneath his fingers, leaving nothing but sparkling dust in his hand—gone in a mere moment.

And what a strange moment it was.

The shared memory threatened to return, but urGoh pushed it aside. Dwelling on it would do nothing but fill him with an unhelpful, unreachable ache of longing. Instead he focused on the absence of the crystal shard, reflecting on just why it had taken that exact moment to shatter. Had the connection he'd felt extended to the shard, and corrupted it, causing it to break? Or... had the shard served its purpose?

The more urGoh thought of it, the more it seemed to be the latter, and the more unsettled he felt.

It wanted them to unify. Not just the tiny shard—the Crystal. All of Thra. A Mystic uniting with a Skeksis... who ever thought of such a thing?

The idea of working alongside the Conqueror was not something that brought urGoh any comfort, no matter how Thra urged them to. He would, he would certainly try, but he did sometimes question the wisdom of this world. After all, could a creature who had killed so many others truly decide to stop within a matter of days? Could such a monster actually change his ways, and so quickly?

"You better... have a good idea... of what... you're making us... do," he grunted to a passing tree, which merely shuffled its roots in response. "This meeting could end... very badly."

The idea of a Skeksis conversing with a Mystic was absurd to begin with, but to willingly bring the most vile of their kind so close to the Valley to meet again? What a terrible idea! Why had he agreed to this?

But at the same time... he couldn’t shake this feeling—that moment, when they both recalled the same campfire, with the same Gelfling telling the same story, because they...

The sudden ache in his chest made him stumble, and he shook his head, keeping his gaze trained forward. No—he couldn't keep rethinking this. His path had been decided, and there was no turning back now.

As urGoh walked, the first rising sun cast strange, flickering shadows in the trees, winking in and out of view and slipping through the leaves as though they were following him. One shadow broke away from the rest, twining serpentlike partway down the trunk of a tree before a shape landed in front of him with a thump. UrGoh backed up a step, squinting hard.

The first Brother was at his eye-line, and he could not see the figure that confronted him, save for a looming, spiked silhouette. For a heart-stopping moment he thought it was skekGra, having changed his mind and abandoned all sense, returning to attack him again.

“A plod-stomping urRu,” the figure rasped in a low voice. “In the Dark Wood.”

It had to be a Skeksis, but urGoh didn’t immediately recognize it. Sunlight glinted off the edge of a wicked dagger it gripped in its claw.

UrGoh raised a hand to block the light and attempted to duck to one side in order to clear his vision, but the creature simply moved with him with a fluidity that he did not expect.

“This looks like valuable pickings,” it went on. “A Mystic’s floundering tongue would be the trophy of trophies. And the head of a Skeksis would come freely with no miserable squabbling.”

“You are… bluffing,” urGoh said. No Skeksis would purposely bring harm to another Skeksis, surely? Especially by attacking their Mystic counterpart. They seemed to prefer open confrontation.

A beaked, reptilian head was suddenly thrust in his face, eyes narrowed under a mask made from the skull of some unfortunate creature.

“Am I?” the Skeksis spat.

UrGoh shuffled backwards, his tail dragging through the leaves, still trying to get a good look at his aggressor. The mask had revealed the exact identity of this Skeksis, though it was someone he’d never met—nor, truthfully, had wanted to meet.

“How did you… know I was here?” he asked, hesitantly. Had this creature caught sight of skekGra?

The Hunter hissed through jagged fangs. “I followed your lumbering footsteps for miles. The blundering Mystic disturbed the rakkida pack I was tracking.”

“Oh. I am… sorry,” urGoh said uncertainly. He didn’t have much love for rakkida, vicious as they could be, though the thought of more deaths attributed to the Skeksis gave his stomach a sickening lurch. “Perhaps if you go after them now… you will find them again.”

“But they’re no longer a worthy prize,” the Hunter sneered. “They were scared off by a Mystic.”

He lunged suddenly, faster than urGoh could have prepared for, but withdrew with a snarl almost within the same second. A large arrow had sprouted from the ground at his feet.

“Leave this place, skekMal,” the deep, resonant voice of the Archer rang out, as the Mystic stepped into view. He had strung his towering bow, another arrow nocked loosely in the string but not yet pulled taut. “The forest is not yours to command, much as you think it is.”

The Skeksis clicked his teeth. “All who trespass into the Endless Forest beyond their piddly settlements invite death from the shadows.”

“I see no shadows,” urVa growled. “You stand in the light of day.”

UrGoh could see a shadow, however: the one standing before them, cloaked in death.

As they were speaking, the sun had risen higher, now leaving the Hunter in plain view. He stood up straighter, rattling the morbid trophies that hung from his belt—skulls and pieces taken from previous victims that urGoh did not immediately recognize, and he tried to look away, for fear he eventually would.

"I am a Lord of the Crystal, and master of these woods, in light or in darkness," skekMal snarled. "I can hunt what I wish, whenever I wish, hidden or not!"

"I see." UrVa returned his arrow and unstrung his bow. Then, his eyes always upon the Hunter, he marched forward until he had situated himself between skekMal and urGoh. He lifted his head, a challenging gaze piercing his other half's eyes. "Hunt me, then."

For a long moment, the three of them stood silently, skekMal and urVa both eerily still, each a corrupted reflection of the other. Only urGoh moved, glancing back and forth between the two, wondering which of them was truly mad enough to make the first move.

SkekMal suddenly lunged his head forward, letting out a vicious howl, and charged. While urGoh cringed back, urVa stood his ground, and the Skeksis bolted in a wide arc around them, rushing into the depths of the Dark Forest. UrGoh kept an eye on him until his form melted into the trees, while urVa regarded the situation with an almost detached calmness. Finally the Archer turned away, his long bow thudding against the soft ground as he moved on without comment.

"Um... thank you," urGoh said, blinking and trailing after urVa. "I wasn't sure... what would happen there."

"SkekMal is a dangerous creature," urVa said plainly. "His actions can be unpredictable, even among the Skeksis… But even he would not be fool enough to attack..."

UrGoh waited for him to finish; when he did not, he merely followed, keeping an eye on the path ahead.

"You have been wounded," the Archer said suddenly, and urGoh gingerly touched the scratches on his snout.

"My... other half," he mumbled, and urVa gave a quiet hum. They walked in silence for a few minutes longer. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but nor was it much of a companionable one, and it inescapably put him in mind of their previous journey toward the Valley together. It felt like countless trine ago. Had it really been only a few days?

"For what reason do you take the path through this forest, urGoh?" urVa asked.

"Hm. Other than... my being... a Wanderer?" UrGoh slowly turned his head, giving his companion a wry smile. But urVa did not spare him another glance; he didn't seem to be in such good humor this morning, and urGoh sighed. "I am... returning... to the Valley."

UrVa stopped, lifting his head as he faced urGoh at last. "Again? Your wandering path rarely leads you home. What brings you back this time?"

Glancing back the way skekMal had fled, urGoh frowned. "I have... something important... to discuss with urSu."

"A better conversation would be had with the mountainside."

UrGoh cast his gaze downward. "Perhaps. But... even a mountain may eventually give in... if it is worn down enough, or if something large... should impact it."

"Hmm." The Archer closed his eyes. "I see you are still concerned with the plight of the Gruenaks. If the Master has already given his verdict on the subject, I fear nothing but the voice of Thra itself may change his mind, my friend.”

“The Gruenak devastation… has… passed.” UrGoh could not keep the bitterness from his voice. “I return with… a different matter.”

Briefly urGoh considered telling everything, and glanced down at the forest floor to contemplate his words. But the light cast by the first brother upon urVa created a looming, dark shadow behind him, and he shuddered. No. He could not speak here.

"I see." For the first time that morning, a smile crossed urVa's muzzle. "I am keen to see what you believe can move a mountain."

"As... am I." UrGoh blinked. The Archer’s wording had struck him. “You wish… to join me?”

“I will. Perhaps it is now time I returned to the others, as well,” urVa said. “But please… no poetry.”

“No,” urGoh said mournfully. “I… lost it all… in an unintended swim.”

“Ah. That is certainly a shame.”

The two resumed their journey, urGoh confident in knowing that it would not split at the Valley entrance this time. He felt that a weight had been lifted from his shoulders—but was almost immediately replaced by another one as the enormity of his task set in. The thought of trusting any Skeksis was still a rather foreign concept to him. How in Thra’s name might his brethren be convinced?

—~~~—

He looked like an idiot.

He certainly felt like an idiot, especially among the other Skeksis who probably hadn't set foot outside the Castle in who knows how many trine. SkekGra was uncomfortably aware of the mud on his claws, ashes on his armor, the cuts on his face, and the myriad of twigs and leaves clinging to his robes. He could feel the burn of their stares. Would there be a time when he wouldn't traipse back to the castle drenched in all manner of filth?

SkekGra had hoped to return unnoticed, but he should have known otherwise. It was getting too late in the day, and the castle was far too busy. He managed to climb back up through the catacombs unnoticed, but was spotted by guards as soon as he reached the first of the more populated floors of the castle. Now he could only trudge through the cold stone halls like a Podling before the Deturge and hope he wouldn't be questioned.

And also, once again, to make the choice between food or sleep. His cramping stomach suggested which one should take priority. Hastily, he brushed off the worst of the grime and headed for the Banquet Hall.

"So... the murdering scourge of Thra... is afraid of me..."

The deep, slow voice, the chirping of desert insects, and the crackling of a fire echoed in his head.

"The Crystal is fractured... It felt like pain, emptiness, incompleteness... Have you not thought... that it needed to be healed?"

An image of the great Crystal, once a pure, shining white, now bled a deep violet. The memory of the Crystal of Truth dragged down to the Scientist's lab in heavy metal claws, pulsing against the cruel restraints.

"It never occurred to me..."

Someone prodded at his side, hard, and he picked up an urgent, whispered, "Lord Skeksis-ah!"

SkekGra jerked upright, blinking in alarm, his warrior's instinct fighting to take in every aspect of his surroundings. He was seated at his place at the banquet table. Several Skeksis around him were croaking with laughter. There was an upturned bowl of soup in front of him. And his face was dripping.

A Podling face looked up at him anxiously—the one who had poked him awake, no doubt. SkekGra waved him away, heart shriveling slightly in embarrassment as he mopped up his face with a dry part of the tablecloth. Irritably he noticed the others were still cackling. What were they laughing about? He could do an entire series of paintings about the stupid things each and every one of them had done. And whom at this table hadn't ever buried their face in a bowl of soup?

Too bad his own stupidity seemed to be coming more frequently as of late.

After shaking off the mortification, shoving some amount of food in his mouth, and regaining some strength in his limbs, it was of course time to attend the Ceremony of the Sun once again. He stood at his place in the circle, his gaze unwavering, letting strength flow into him that he knew was never theirs to take, and spoke to no one. He did not catch skekTek's eye, ignored any jeers presented by the others, their own insults forgotten as soon as they garnered no response.

"Lord Conqueror!"

A voice called out to him in the corridor as he made his way to his chambers, and he finally stopped, looking down to see a Vapran Gelfling rush up to him. He gave a start as he recognized this one.

"Conall," he greeted, the name slipping out before he even realized that he knew what it was. Strange... he'd never cared much about learning their names.

The Gelfling dipped forward in a bow as he reached him. "My lord, I've just returned from the battalion of Gelfling sent back to the Caves of Grot to rout out the Gruenak stragglers. They told me that no one had reported to you about it, so I immediately sought you out. We..." He swallowed nervously, as though unsure how skekGra would take his next words. "We- we didn't find anything, my lord. And the Grottans swore that they had offered no further protection to the traitors."

Again, the voice returned to his mind: "You spared two. Two of the hundreds... that fell by your swords."

He swiped his tongue over his jaws, and gave his response in almost a trance. “Let them escape…” he muttered.

Maybe they did escape, he thought. Maybe they left those foul caves and found a place to settle, far from conflict.

The Vapran, meanwhile, quailed away from him, face paling and ears flicking back. "N-no, my lord, we did not intend to, but we had orders from Emperor skekSo to return. I'm so sorry, my lord. We won't give up. Every time we're sent out again, we'll keep a watch for them. We'll track them down eventually, and make them pay for eluding the army of the Castle of the Crystal!"

SkekGra's stomach wrenched. "Yes. See that you do."

“And I… I wanted to warn you, my lord…” the Gelfling wrung his hands. “The guards have been saying strange things. Things… about you.”

SkekGra gave a sniff. “I think I can handle a few Gelfling rumors. Now, attend to your duties, Vapran.”

He took his leave from the young guard and, in a haze, found his quarters and loomed in the doorway like a dark shadow.

Oh, Thra, it was a disaster in here. Someone would have to take care of this.

He crossed into the room, placed his weapons carefully beside his wardrobe, and promptly turned to collapse face-first onto his bed.

"You feel... guilty, Conqueror."

Another sickening lurch to his insides.

Vaguely he grasped at the tattered wish for a sleep with no dreams, no visions, no haunted words, no drowning Mystic idiots or cries from the Crystal to rip him from unconsciousness. He wasn't built for this nonsense.

Oh. And I promised another meeting with the Wanderer in some Thra-forsaken corner just outside the Dark Wood.

Eyes tightly closed, his tongue snapped a sharp curse and one fist beat against his bedcovers. When had this become his life?

—~~~—

It was the phrase that skekGra fell asleep to, and blearily woke several hours later with it still running through his mind. He pushed himself to his feet, and finally exchanged his sodden robes for clean ones—the others had been through a lot, he noted, as he laid the forlorn-looking clothes out flat on the bed—and sheathed his weapons back in their proper places before strolling from the room.

Not wanting to have to navigate another conversation or lecture from anyone this time, he took back ways around the Castle, slipping unseen into the Scrollkeeper's library to swipe a map, and then retreating down through the catacombs to undergo another unpleasant crawl out through the Teeth of Skreesh.

An unexpected scent hit his nostrils before he reached the way out, however, and he tensed. Gelfling? He could have sworn he caught a hint of stale Gelfling scent. But that was impossible—Gelfling had always been forbidden from coming down here. Anyone who broke that rule would be thrown from the Castle, along with any members of their family, and with such a black mark on their record would likely never be able to find civilized work again.

He shoved the matter aside and continued on his way.

It would be nice, he thought, to not have to leave the castle like this again. But at least it was secretive, as no one considered that anyone in their right mind would use this path.

"It's been a long time since I've been in my right mind," he muttered, swatting a dangling branch out of his face. Consulting the map he'd borrowed, he pinpointed the unlikely spot for the Wanderer's planned meeting with whatever Mystic he could drag out of its hole, and started off on a path southeast from the Castle.

Was he ready to meet another Mystic?

His teeth clicked. The tips of his fingers twitched. There was a prickling at his back as his spines rose.

He didn't fear the Mystics. What was to fear? The Wanderer himself had stated that anger was not natural to them. And aside the Hunter's strange counterpart, he doubted that they even had a concept of weaponry.

It was the wrongness of it all that unsettled him so. The knowledge that he would have to look into some creature's beady eyes and see the distorted, meandering reflection of someone he knew. Which one would it be?

And why did he dread this decision more with every step?

—-~~~—-

The third Brother barely broke over the horizon as urGoh and urVa neared the Valley. The Archer paused as they drew closer, and for a moment urGoh feared he would turn away again.

However, urGoh quickly spotted the reason for it, and could only stare as urSol the Chanter approached them along the trail, stopping in front of them.

“...Chanter,” urGoh said, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice. “You have… left the Valley.”

UrSol inclined his head, a slight smile on his face. “I have taken four steps beyond the border. Hardly a long trip when compared to the Wanderer.” He looked up, his eyes shadowed. “Did you find what you were looking for, urGoh?”

UrGoh paused, his neck dipping slightly as though weighed down.

“...No,” he said after a moment. The Chanter blinked in sympathy, and urGoh went on. “But I did find… something else.”

UrSol's gaze turned to urVa, regarding him with a tipped head. "You found... the Archer."

"...Yes," urGoh said. "But that is... not all. I must speak... with urSu."

At that, the Chanter heaved a sigh. "I may speak in many voices... but none of them can reach Master urSu." Yet he smiled at urGoh, and continued, "But that does not mean the Wanderer will not succeed." With that, he resumed his original course, passing the other two Mystics and heading up and away from the Valley.

Though urGoh knew he could not delay long, curiosity overcame him and he turned to face the Chanter. "Where do you... go?"

"To seek new songs outside the Valley," the other said without turning around. "And new company. But I will not be gone long. Perhaps a few trine."

"Avoid the forest," urVa said, eyeing urSol seriously. "No song is worth an encounter with the monster that lurks there."

UrSol paused. "I fear not the shadows," he said, and did not stop again.

With the departure of the third Mystic, the two made their way further into the Valley, watching as the slow life of their fellows went on as usual. UrZah the Ritual Guardian did not look up from his sand painting, though the Weaver waved in greeting as urGoh and urVa passed by. While urGoh was glad to see the other urRu again, his mind dwelled on other matters. "Where... do you suppose..." he began, but trailed off when he saw the Archer had stopped. UrVa's gaze was turned upward, and urGoh followed it, blinking in surprise.

UrSu stood on the ledge above them, regarding him with an expression urGoh could not read.

"Wanderer," he said. "You rarely return home without purpose." He did not question urVa's presence, and urGoh's mane prickled.

"I have come... to show you something," urGoh said. "Something... of great importance..."

"And what have you brought to our Valley?" urSu asked.

"I did not bring—" urGoh nearly said “him,” but caught himself just in time, "—the… important thing... with me. You must come with me... beyond the Valley."

The Archer snapped his head toward urGoh alarmingly fast, eyes wide. Every other urRu within listening distance did the same, their heads raised and snouts pointed almost accusingly at urGoh. UrVa opened his mouth to speak, but urSu was faster.

"It is one thing for other urRu to leave the Valley," he said. UrSu's gaze had an uncharacteristic hardness to it. "I have permitted some to leave... against all counseling, whether from clouded judgment and dissatisfaction, seeking perpetual solitude, or a futile wanderlust… the Storyteller, the Swimmer, and the Monk, passed beyond our sight... the Archer, living alone, the Peacemaker… the Chanter, ever guided by his ill-formed emotions, storming off after another argument… And to say nothing of you, Wanderer, as it’s in your very name.” His gaze never left urGoh. "But to ask for me to pass beyond the Valley’s borders…”

"He would be killed," urVa said plainly. "A Skeksis would surely seek him and swiftly kill him. To take his power."

UrGoh looked him in the eye. "But you... have faced your own dark half, and driven him away."

The Archer regarded him for a moment before humming and turning aside.

"Master urSu," urGoh went on, facing his leader again. "This is of... vital importance. Thra itself... demands it."

UrSu heaved a long sigh through his nostrils. "Thra has not spoken to me of such things."

"Thra... has spoken... to me."

The Valley went still. Without looking, urGoh knew the others were staring at him, and he knew how absurd his claim sounded. But he continued to stare into urSu's eyes, his own gaze serious, pleading. If urSu would not at least see what he was going to propose, there was no hope of his ever listening.

The Master returned his gaze for an agonizingly long moment, and urGoh held his breath. But slowly, slowly urSu turned away, his heavy steps plodding across the wooden walkway. Heart suddenly heavy, urGoh lowered his head, shutting his eyes against the sheer frustration and sadness welling up within him.

A better conversation would be had with the mountainside, indeed.

"Show me, then."

Straightening, urGoh spun around as quickly as he could, almost falling over himself, to find urSu watching him again and leaning heavily on his staff.

"Show me what Thra has shown you, that it has kept secret from me."

UrGoh blinked stupidly, his mouth falling open and throat producing no sound.

"Then I want to see as well," urVa said somberly, shifting the walking stick that doubled as his bow. "Lead the way, Wanderer."

The knot in his chest loosened itself a little, the burden easing, and urGoh nodded. "Yes... right... away."

—~~~—

What was he doing?

Every step brought deep dread seeping back into his bones, displacing the relief he’d felt, his jaw set with his teeth clenched together.

Not one of them spoke. The calm camaraderie that urGoh had felt with urVa on the trek back to the Valley had vanished, replaced by a cold fragility, three slow-moving figures set on a single destination, all lost in their own reveries and none too happy to be going.

This was a mistake. The thought wound itself through urGoh’s head and felt heavy on his tongue, as though desperate to be spoken aloud to send the others home. He glanced behind him to see urVa’s face set in grim determination, his eyes slowly roving from side to side as though to watch for threats. UrSu by contrast had his gaze set straight ahead, watching neither urVa, urGoh, or their surroundings for that matter.

This was a mistake. I am leading both of them into a Skeksis trap.

UrGoh slowly shook his head, tossing out his mane. A trap? No. SkekGra could not restrain and capture three Mystics at once, particularly when one of them was the Archer. And he certainly couldn’t kill them without harming himself, along with a highly revered and feared Skeksis in the Hunter, and his own Emperor.

Unless the death of Emperor skekSo was the point.

UrGoh glanced again at urSu, with urVa following in his wake. This was why the Archer had come along—to grant the Master all the protection he could offer. But skekGra did not even know that urGoh had planned to bring urSu to the meeting place. UrGoh hadn’t told him.

“And he’s… changed,” urGoh said aloud, as though speaking the words might make him believe them.

“What did you say?” the Archer said evenly. UrSu said nothing.

“I said… so much... has changed,” urGoh said, his fingers curling.

UrSu spoke up then, still gazing ahead. “Eternity does not change. The stars, the planets, they sweep across the sky in an endless rhythm. We are nothing to the great expanse of the universe, the creatures who dwell here even less so. Our lives are a whisper that makes no impact, until we are called to act by a mediator of the cosmos.” He tilted his head to look straight at urGoh. “So what is it, Wanderer, that you wanted to show us?”

The Master’s response had drawn the small party to a stop—uncannily close, urGoh realized, to the meeting spot he had set up with skekGra. UrGoh drew in a deep breath and slowly, slowly, turned to face the others.

“We are here,” he said simply.

“And there is something… waiting for us?” UrVa’s face had darkened, though his expression was not altogether readable.

UrGoh hesitated. “I am… not sure yet. I… will go check.”

He turned quickly to avoid the looks in their eyes and pushed through the bracken and curtain of leaves up ahead, coming to a stop when he reached a clearing and a strong, sour scent hit his nostrils.

The forest here was silent, as though nothing wanted to reveal its presence.

There was no doubt. SkekGra was here.

As he had this thought, a nearby branch shifted and suddenly the Conqueror was there, slipping out into the daylight, eyes bright and accusing. He tilted his head up, taking a sniff of the air. With a jolt urGoh remembered how much better senses of smell Skeksis had than most other creatures he knew—certainly better than Mystics.

“I thought you were bringing maybe one Mystic,” skekGra growled. “What kind of trickery is this? Was this a trap?”

UrGoh stretched his neck higher, looking the Skeksis straight in the eyes. “Those I have brought… fear a trap from you.”

The Conqueror went rigid, his eyes aflame with fury and horror. “How many others did you tell about me?!”

“None… yet.” He held unwavering eye contact. “I have told them… nothing. But we discussed... that we should share our revelations... with the Mystics. So I… have brought them.”

“What, all of them?” SkekGra shook his head hard. “We didn’t discuss anything! This was your idea, which you simply flung at me while I was in a hurry—”

UrGoh interrupted. “It is… time.”

Before he could change his mind, he turned and let out a low note from deep in his throat, the sound reverberating through the trees and causing the leaves to tremble. SkekGra cried out and flung his hands over his ears, baring his jagged fangs.

Before urGoh’s call had faded, urSu and urVa strode through the trees and stood behind him, the disheveled Skeksis in full view.

Neither Mystic betrayed any hint of surprise, though the worn, spiralling creases in their faces had hardened. SkekGra, however, looked alarmed; in a flash of sunlight he had drawn three blades—a short sword along with two daggers clutched in his secondary arms—and dropped into a defensive stance.

At some point, out of urGoh’s sight, urVa had nocked an arrow, though he did not yet draw it.

No one spoke. No breeze blew, the atmosphere heavy and taut as if the air itself were the Archer’s bow. UrGoh felt as if the slightest movement would snap the fragile strings holding them all at bay and the clearing would erupt into chaos.

He made the tiniest gesture toward skekGra, his eyes on the two Mystics.

“Here… is what I wanted you to... see,” he said, his tongue lame in his mouth. He half-expected the Archer to run him through with an arrow where he stood, perhaps not even bothering to loose it first.

"...A Skeksis," urSu said, and urVa tightened his grip on his bow.

"Yes," urGoh replied, twitching his tail in a vain attempt to rid himself of the excess tension in the air. "This is the skekGra, the Conqueror... my other half."

"This was a terrible place to meet it," urVa said, his voice a strained growl.

"Why?" skekGra asked suspiciously, and if it were possible, the tension only increased in the small clearing. Something was going to snap. "If you're worried about the Hunter, I don't think he comes out this far."

"He... hmmm." Slowly urVa lowered his bow, but only by a fraction. He doesn't, was probably what he had been planning to say, but he'd evidently thought the better of it, not wanting the Skeksis to know what he was actually worried about.

"Can you stop pointing that thing at me?" skekGra demanded, glancing from urVa to urGoh. "You’ll end up hurting him too, you know."

"Your weapons are still drawn," urVa retorted.

At that, skekGra pulled back slightly. "Listen, I don't know which ones you are, but..." He ground his teeth furiously. "...But my Emperor would have my head if the others found out I attacked you. I'd be attacking one of my own."

UrVa did loosen the pull on his arrow upon hearing that, lowering the weapon in surprise, but urSu's gaze hardened. "I do not believe it. No Skeksis has honor."

"This again," skekGra growled, but slowly sheathed his weapons. One talon, however, rested on the hilt of his sword.

"What does it mean, again?" urVa questioned, this time turning to urGoh.

"SkekGra and I met yesterday," he admitted. "It was then... we decided... to speak with you."

The Conqueror clicked his beak sharply. "Oh, yes, this was truly something we agreed upon, with full understanding of each other."

Slowly urSu turned his gaze upon urGoh. "Is this... what Thra spoke to you of?"

"Thra... spoke to us." UrGoh took a small step, merely shuffling his feet, realizing moments later that he had moved slightly closer to skekGra. "Both of us. We... were given... visions."

There was silence for a moment.

“Thra does not give us visions,” urVa said. “We are not truly a part of this world.”

"Any vision received by a Skeksis is sure to be one of corruption," urSu said, finally looking skekGra in the eye. Apparently the Conqueror could see a certain something in the Master's eyes, for he took a step back.

"I... I did see corruption in my vision," skekGra admitted after a moment. "Thra itself falling apart at the seams. Death everywhere. Even the Skeksis..." He swallowed. "We rotted where we stood." His gaze grew distant for a moment, before hardening, as he looked at urSu accusingly. "I'm sure the same was happening to you lot as well."

"It was... a warning," urGoh said quickly, before a fight could break out. "Thra showed me... that the Crystal... needed healing."

For a moment urVa and urSu were silent, the two turning their gazes upon each other. UrSu's face was unreadable, but urVa raised an eyebrow in interest. "Yes," he agreed. "The Crystal... does need to be healed."

"But not by one of our own," urSu said. "That is not our destiny."

"So what do you propose we do?" skekGra snapped. "Sit around and hope someone patches a bandage on it?!"

UrSu glared at him. “Nor is it a task that the Skeksis will accomplish. We must wait for the Crystal... to call."

"That is not... what Thra... told us," urGoh said. "It said... we must strive... for unity. All of Thra. The Gelfling—"

"The Gelfling have Aughra to aid them," the Master interjected.

"Aughra yet slumbers." UrVa said. His head lowered, but only for a moment.

"It is not our call."

"Oh, listen to yourselves!" skekGra snapped, teeth bared in a hiss. "Do you Mystics ever do anything other than mumble, walk in circles, and chant nonsense? When are you going to do something about all this?”

"A Skeksis would lecture us on taking action?" UrVa’s gaze was piercing.

The Conqueror’s eyes flared. “If even one of you bitter, long-necked sloths would stand up and act, you could march up to the Castle of the Crystal itself, and—!” He faltered.

UrGoh stared at his dark half. What?

He shook his head—it wasn’t important now. "What the Conqueror means,” he said, “is that... we are taking steps... to solve... the problem."

"The only steps we must take are the ones that will lead us when the Crystal calls us," urSu said simply.

"Thra... has told us otherwise." Looking between the Master and the Archer, urGoh curled his tail around his legs, mentally preparing himself for what he would say next. "Thra... wants us to unify... not just the rest of Thra... but the Skeksis... and the Mystics... together."

UrVa lifted his head, his eyes wide, while urSu's expression did not change. More alarmingly, he raised not only his head, but his entire body, his four hands braced against his staff. At his full height he towered over skekGra, and the Conqueror's feet dug into the dirt as though he wanted to be swallowed by it.

"It... is not... our... time."

The words hung heavily in the air, the solid weight of them bearing down on the shoulders of everyone in the clearing. UrGoh felt they would crush him, and nearly sank to the ground.

"Do you believe it, Wanderer?" urVa said, finally breaking the deafening silence. "That we should unite with our dark halves?"

"...Yes," urGoh replied, and froze at the look urVa gave him in return. Only then did he remember the encounter with the Hunter, a Skeksis who showed none of skekGra's fear of harming his own kind. "Um... Thra... told me..."

"Was it indeed Thra?" urSu stared down at him; he had not lowered himself in the slightest. "Or was it a product of your endless wanderings?"

"It's true!" skekGra blurted. "I saw it too. Thra won't leave us alone about it!" He gestured toward urGoh. “Show them the thing you had last night, that little glittery crystal shard! That looked important.”

“I… can’t,” urGoh said dolefully, glancing down out of habit at his empty hands. “It… shattered.”

“Oh. That’s helpful.”

UrSu stared at skekGra again, unmoved, and the Skeksis visibly balked. "I do not believe a Skeksis would be granted such a vision. Thra... has not said such to me."

"I wonder why," the Conqueror snapped, regaining his composure at once.

UrSu slowly dropped back into his normal posture. He looked wearier than urGoh had ever seen him. "A Skeksis is not to be trusted," he said finally, and turned to urGoh. "You must never again speak with your other half."

"What?" urGoh said, stunned.

"UrSu is right." UrVa took a step forward. "Was it not you yourself who spoke of the evils this creature has done? The blood he has shed?"

Even without looking, urGoh could feel skekGra's gaze upon him. His toes dug into the grass, his tail curling tightly. Once again, he saw the two Gruenaks huddled in a corner deep in the Caves of Grot, still mourning their lost family member. Even more, he could still see the shoreline of the Silver Sea, drenched in red with more than the light from the setting suns. "I... did... speak of such things."

"Our shadows... have reveled in bloodshed." There was nothing accusatory to urVa's voice; it was steeped in sorrow. "We should not wish to join with that."

UrGoh shook his head. “We… would not—”

"Nghhh—you’re missing the point!" skekGra cried. "You think I'm glad about the things I've done? Will none of you cretins believe me? Thra is... it's... look, I don't want that future it showed me, either! All right?"

UrSu and urVa's stares were upon him again, boring into him for a long while, until even urGoh felt uncomfortable. It was urSu who broke the silence: "Even now... you prove that the Skeksis act only in self-interest, and can do nothing good."

Something bolted up from the tip of urGoh's tail and all the way up his spine, and his chest burned. "At least... he does... something!" he snapped, glaring at the Master. When urSu stared back at him, he was tempted to back away, but held his ground. "We have done... nothing... to help Thra... for hundreds of trine. What does it matter... if something is done... in self-interest... if it is done at all?" His tail lashed, and he did not wait for a reply. "SkekGra... has decided... to join the cause... of Thra itself. That, I believe, is good. What... have you done... Master?"

Silence hung in the clearing. It was broken not by speech, but by a strange, soft crooning sound that emanated, to urGoh's shock, from the Conqueror's throat.

The Skeksis stepped forward, leveling himself with urGoh once again.

"There is one more thing we could try," he said lowly, and urGoh wasn't sure if it was meant for everyone to hear or for him alone. SkekGra looked down at him, the corners of his beak folded in a grim line.

And he held out a gloved hand.

"...Ah..." urGoh couldn't keep the single word from escaping with his breath. Icy claws like his dark half's talons pierced his heart, driving deeply into it. His eyes locked on the offered hand, and all it implied, and he couldn't move. The other two Mystics were like statues as they watched the proceedings.

"UrGoh?" skekGra prompted, and urGoh wondered if this was the first time the Skeksis had used his name. "UrGoh—take it, will you? This doesn't look good."

He felt as though he were drifting away on the tide, at the mercy of the waves. To take that hand was to offer alliance—friendship—to this creature that had slaughtered hundreds, thousands, and relished their suffering. To sever himself entirely from his own kind and tie himself even further to this shattered perversion of a being that differed from himself in every way. All in a bid to save this world from darkness.

He reached out and took skekGra's hand.

A great surge of feeling erupted through him, a warmth, a light as brilliant and blazing as the Crystal of Truth had once been. UrGoh took an astonished breath. This feeling… he hadn’t felt like this since—

In an instant he was jarred from the vision as skekGra pulled his hand away and the world returned to normal. Dazed, urGoh forced his focus back onto urSu and urVa. What had they seen?

“There!” the Skeksis said beside him. "You want unity? There's some unity!"

UrSu blinked at them slowly. “I did not see unity,” he said. “I saw hesitation—a lack of conviction. And a desire for selfish victory rather than benevolence.”

UrGoh bristled; next to him, skekGra cried, “WHAT?”

He went on, “I held a Mystic’s grubby hand and this is your reaction?! You only see what you want to see!”

UrGoh shifted uncomfortably. “We’re… working on it,” he said.

The Master shook his head, slowly, as though sorrowful. Finally, he turned away. "You... neither of you… will ever understand."

He started to leave, but glanced back only once. “If you decide to come back, urGoh, you may not be welcomed… unless you can convince me you have changed your mind.”

With that, the Master stamped his staff into the ground, and headed back toward the Valley without another word.

Frustration welled up through every fiber of urGoh's body. All four of his hands clenched into fists. He turned to urVa, ready to speak again, but his voice died when he saw the Archer's expression.

"...You believe I should join with the Hunter?"

There was a faint, desperate hope to urVa's voice. Hope that urGoh would prove him wrong.

For a moment, urGoh wanted to say no, that he would never ask his friend to even attempt such a thing. But he knew—he knew he could not waver.

"Yes."

UrVa stared at him, and silently turned away as well, his bow striking the ground sharply beneath him.

Once again, the clearing was silent, and urGoh could only stare hollowly at the spot where his companions had disappeared through the woods. Something was again bubbling up within him, but it was neither anger nor frustration. It filled his stomach and chest and throat until it finally burst through his mouth in a booming, echoing call.

Birds and fliers scattered from their roosts, and the tension was finally gone.

"Well," skekGra said, startling urGoh—he'd almost forgotten the Skeksis was still there. "So much for that."

Gritting his teeth, urGoh sighed through his nose before swinging his head toward skekGra. He felt exhausted—more than he had been in a long, long while. To his surprise, skekGra did not look the same, but was instead watching urGoh with an expression he found hard to read.

"...Did you feel it too?" he finally asked.

It took urGoh a moment to remember. “Yeah,” he admitted. “For… a moment.”

SkekGra nodded slowly, then hesitated. "And... did you really mean what you said? You think I'm... I'm better than the Mystics?"

UrGoh tipped his head, embarrassed and a little ashamed. "You... act more than any of us... certainly." Oddly, he found strength in his own words. "I believe... you can be good. What is the point... of unity... if you cannot?"

SkekGra gave what might have been a laugh, but without any humor. “Good? What is your definition of ‘good’?” He fiddled with the hilt of his sword. "I dunno. I'm... still figuring this out." His tail flicked. "...Now what?"

"That..." urGoh began, and paused. "...I do not... know." He tilted his head one way, then another. "We could... talk to... the Skeksis?"

Staggering back, skekGra grabbed his bony chest with his talons. "Do you have a death wish after all?!"

UrGoh frowned, a tendril of irritation curling in his own chest. “No.”

“You must, or that wouldn’t have even crossed your mind!” SkekGra’s beak snapped. “Those lumbering Mystic friends of yours were merely disappointed. Set foot in the Castle of the Crystal and they’d tear us both apart!” He paused dramatically. “Tear us apart separately, so we’d feel each other’s pain as well as our own!”

Raising a brow, urGoh said skeptically, “They would not… do such to one of their own.”

The Skeksis’ nostrils flared. “Oh? So sure, are you? And what of skekNa’s counterpart, urNol? What is he, the Herbalist? Noticed anything missing about him lately? I suppose his hand dropped off of its own accord? His eye vanished overnight through some… some fluke?”

UrGoh lowered his eyes. He had received word of the Herbalist’s plight, but had not looked into it. He remembered skekGra’s previous lamentations about the cruelty of Skeksis punishments and, for the first time, began to wonder…

SkekGra drew himself up higher, his eyes dimly lit with a familiar sort of victory. It was a light that flared and then died once more, as the realization of what that victory meant sank in. “Thra may have chosen to unite us, but the others will never be convinced. Never, Wanderer. It’s not in their natures!”

UrGoh’s breath caught. “And yet… it is in… ours?”

That gave them both pause.

“This was never in my nature,” skekGra said quietly. “I shouldn’t still be here talking to you. I should follow the winding trail of those urRu to see where you things like to vanish beyond our sights. I should bring you all to the Castle in chains.”

They looked at each other.

“I would… like to see you attempt… to chain up the Archer,” urGoh said mildly.

“Who’s chaining up longnecks?” a cantankerous voice demanded, making them both jump. “What’s all this racket?”

Both skekGra and urGoh spun around, the former brandishing his weapons again instinctively. But just as quickly he lowered them, and urGoh raised his head in astonishment.

Before them stood an old crone, her mane of gray hair curling around two spiraling ram horns and framing a face that once had three eyes. One eye had been put out over a thousand trine ago, while another was dimly lit, but still seeing. The leftmost eye, meanwhile, darted accusingly between the Skeksis and Mystic before settling on the latter.

“Well? Why are you shouting up the forest while some of us are on important business?”

UrGoh realized his mouth was hanging open.

"...Mother... Aughra,” he said. “You’re… awake.”

“Yes, awake and needing to know what’s going on beneath the stars rather than through them,” the old woman replied. “And you can start by telling Aughra…”

She stopped, turning to eye skekGra and then back to urGoh.

“What disaster has befallen Thra that a Skeksis would consult with a Mystic once again?”

[alivingstillness]

The heart intervention

A text about relationship, self-refinement and self-honesty, for the waking one.

You have come to the point of a story with another human being, where you feel tremendous urge for change. Unclear language and action between each other feels like it pushes you further towards the edge of a cliff that you no longer feel familiar with. 

To be infatuated with someone, ones actions and emotions often have the sense to be completely irrational. It is a forgetting of structure and behavioural patterns because for sometime, the feeling of union pushes mind to the backseat of our mechanism. It is not unusual that love-relationships are being built on this uniting desire to dissolve in one and another, but that the relationship takes new form when being tainted by life-experience outside of what is usually this first phase. 

“You need to love yourself, before you can love another.”

As long as union with another human being is the only experience one has had for complete absorption in love-bliss, the desire to experience union will be projected and wished for in the other person, - mistaking feeling and inner joy for the working of the other being. 

Since sex is such a potent way to for a moment shut the mind up and forget about the world, while one is in presence-absorption with flow of experience, it often becomes the gateway to project unity on a relationship that has gone sour or that is past the infatuation phase. It is a vicious habit because it is perpetuating ones own self-realisation and forcing the responsibility on your partner to fulfil yourself. Bodily urges can be satiated only for a short time, but recognising a deeper layer to our urges can make us go the root of them which makes us stop projecting our lack on other people. 

It is absolutely not about abstaining from sensory experience, or stopping the body or heart from attraction. But from self-realisation or awakening there is union beyond body, making the heart more infinite that one could ever dream of. 

To make love from the view of oneself already being in union, and being in the heart of awareness is like instead of acting as drops to become an ocean, you are the whole ocean in every drop, fully experiencing and never projecting. It gives you the opportunity to go into relation with another without tainting the relationship with your inner desire to feel whole. 

When realising divine union as yourself, there is tremendous energy, not only in your body but you become one with it. A journey with kundalini within your being, can work as layers upon layers of unfolding until focus becomes meditation and you surrender yourself to the Self, -rarely an instant transformation. On this journey, the human body and its energies change. 

There is frequent increase of experiencing on a more subtle level, which makes mystical experiences very common. Our whole vibration changes, making our vibratory field a natural director of things. When recognising awareness as yourself, the mind gets to be more of a witness of your path that has become pathless, watching new vibratory play take form, appearing as the path. 

Now, living as this bundle of vibratory potential, heart in Self-awareness and mind tagging along, can be sort of irruptive in the world of “I” the doer, for you are no longer that, and “I” is more like a divine act, a play of living form, no longer personal, yet very intimate. 

To act without acting or embodying the rays of uncaused and free will, one has to surrender the “I” completely. Even though some realisation of yourself might have taken place, it is hard to embody this divine surrender when living roles as mother, spouse, boyfriend, child or employee. One can understand the value of asceticism in this recognition. But it is also a bit of escapism of the play that is also the absolute, and if you have a structure that gives resistance to your truth, there is opportunity to surrender to that as well. But this is complex since some things are meant to stay and some to shatter. 

Embodying virtues of self-union and giving them form is alchemical, it lets awareness into maya and you get the opportunity - if you long for truth and purity enough, to play one last game in total freedom, which from a social perspective can be damn hard to let happen. 

If you have undergone some expansive self-understanding, your relationship with others will take new forms. Ones perspective about everything changes when there has been a new climax in self-exploration. A wise teacher once said: 

“A seed, having become a tree can never go back to being a seed, it is a tree!” - Rohan Ji. 

Since you are now a tree, you see the potential and recognition of a tree in the whole spectrum of form. It will change the way you look at things and others as much as it changes the person looking. Even your eyes will transform. Interactions with others are therefore in for a change as well. 

When being in an intimate relationship with someone who has not yet sparked his or hers desire towards the path of self discovery while you have jumped on the express train of inner fire to complete oblivion, turbulence are bound to happen. 

When the resonance between two beings become disruptive and your wavelengths of expression and understanding have become very different, the relationship structure easily becomes a battle of separate forces. Unless your parter is is willing to jump on the same train or is someone who embody enormous acceptance and security, then resistance, confusion and sorrow are some feelings likely to emerge. It might also be intimidating when noticing new behaviours, and a state of contentment can receive the opposite reaction from a partner that does not understand what perspective you are coming from. 

There is no right or wrong or anyone who can tell you how to handle your relationships or life situations after having discovered a new truth as yourself. But what can be helpful is a reflective reminder, that even though you might not be able to agree with each other or understand the others perspective, you do have the power to fully accept and surrender to what is. To recognise your feelings and your new vibration that speaks for itself and wants to be given the opportunity to direct your being in its natural flow. 

If you have already gone to the depth of your being, then there is no protection from hurt that will align anyone of you with the truth that you are. I am not telling you to to give up on someone or something as soon as things get uncomfortable, for there is much learning and growth when we confront feelings of discomfort. But they have to be confronted within, so we can have a clear language toward ourselves before we express it outwardly. Remember the seed that you were and the view that was once yours. It is not your task to push someone else forward because guidance has to come from within. If one is ready for existential pointers or true spirituality, then that will come from the desire of ones own path. It is a matter of heart longing for freedom that is outside of your personal directing. 

Stay as awareness and notice where there is stagnation and where there is flow. Be attentive and get to know your radiance in the world. Always surrender to what is presented and don’t put your wise heart behind bars. 

Embody your truth and see where it leads you. Give space for seeds to germinate, but do not make your personal ego the one to water them. What comes will come and what goes will go. Do not cling and do not be afraid, for you are eternal love. You can not give conditioned love from the structures of a finite mind when you have recognised it for its permeating liquidity, sipping through where tension can relax or be recognised as source. You are not responsible for your past feelings but you are responsible to recognise what is appearing now and act accordingly. 

Do not judge bundles of vibrations, but notice them from your heart. Honour hurt and honour joy. Stay in the present and let form be form. Let life be a grand intervention, but don’t forget yourself while investing in its wondrous play. 

Be humble, Stay awake.

/Alexandra

Artwork by James R. Eads and Chris McDaniel 

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Victoria Arbiter: The Prince Harry photo 'debate' that reflects our era of misinformation

By Victoria Arbiter| 11 hours ago

According to Britain's Daily Mail, a "transatlantic row" is brewing over Joe Biden's recent decision to remove a bust of Sir Winston Churchill from the Oval Office, several years after Barack Obama provoked a similar storm.

Suggesting the move a "snub to the UK", critics claim it also indicates a further dwindling of the nations' "special relationship", which has been in existence since WWII.

Joe Biden at Oval Office desk wearing mask

US President Joe Biden in his newly-decorated Oval Office - sans Winston Churchill bust. (Jabin Botsford/Getty Images)

While it's imperative to ensure close ties are maintained, ministers demanding America's head of state display the bust of a former British PM seems arrogant in the extreme. Surely extolling the virtues of one's own citizens takes priority over honouring the international elite.

Likewise, those featured in last week's inauguration represented the very best of America, not the rest of the world. For that reason alone, it was baffling to see many pushing the idea Dr. Jill Biden had requested a photo of Prince Harry to serve as part of the backdrop to her husband's big day.

A close friend of the Bidens, the Prince's achievements speak for themselves, but still it's a stretch to think any president would use an inauguration to give a shout out to a royal. Nonetheless, multiple parties chose to repeat random musings as fact with zero regard for the role they were playing in perpetuating fake news.

As the sun began to set on Inauguration Wednesday, Clinton staffer, Jon Davidson, posted a photo to Twitter revealing Bill and Hillary Clinton deep in conversation with Joe Biden. Clearly instructed to document the day, he took the snap shortly after the former president laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington National Cemetery alongside Obama, Bush Jr. and the newly inaugurated Joe Biden.

Though the shot merely captured an innocuous exchange, its background — revealing a large wall mounted image of Prince Harry in Ceremonial Dress — immediately led to an online debate. Given the Prince's close association to the current First Family, some observers were swift to credit the Bidens for featuring the Prince on an opulent scale.

Were it an accurate assumption it would be prestigious indeed, but the picture in question was not hung on the day, nor was it there at the Bidens' request; rather it forms part of a permanent exhibition dedicated to preserving the history of Arlington National Cemetery. Housed in the Memorial Display Room since 2013, it's a fitting reminder of the day Harry laid a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier on behalf of the Queen, the British armed forces and as a representative of the UK.

Prince Harry at the Arlington National Cemetery on May 10, 2013.

A photo of Prince Harry at the Arlington Memorial similar to the one spotted in Jon Davidson's photo. (Getty)

As misinformation goes it was fairly benign, but as the narrative gained traction it spoke to the speed with which fake news now spreads; a problem Prince Harry is especially keen to stamp out. In an interview for Fast Company magazine published a week ago Friday, the Prince spoke of the digital landscape and the role it plays in furthering hate and toxicity in public debate.

Believing social media platforms responsible for helping propagate "an avalanche of misinformation" and "a barrage of mistruths", Harry said, "What happens online does not stay online – it spreads everywhere, like wildfire: into our homes and workplaces, into the streets, into our minds. The question really becomes about what to do when news and information sharing is no longer a decent, truthful exchange, but rather an exchange of weaponry."

In a hard-hitting speech in 2018, Prince William expressed a similar concern. Accusing online firms of being distracted by profit he said, "Technology companies still have a great deal to learn about the responsibilities that come with their significant power."

Prince William and Prince Harry

William and Harry have both condemned the societal impacts of misinformation via big tech. (Getty)

By failing to tackle fake news, division, trolling and privacy, 'Big Tech' arguably shoulders much of the blame, but it's up to users to ensure their digital dialogue is factually based and not a misguided means to promoting a cause. Considering the vitriol unleashed by Harry's inauguration day sighting, we have a long way to go if we're ever to eliminate the endless cycle of hate.

Prince Harry's friendship with the President and First Lady is one built on shared experience and support. Having tragically lost his wife, young daughter and later his son, Biden is all too familiar with the agony of grief. He regularly talks of his personal sorrows as a way to connect with others in pain.

The Bidens' late son, Beau, was an active member of the military and like Harry, he too was deployed to a warzone. A National Guard family, the Bidens have been advocates of the Invictus Games and they've consistently shown their appreciation for veterans whose sacrifices have helped keep the nation safe.

Committed as both parties are to fulfilling public service, their mutual respect should be echoed and admired. Even so, had the Bidens opted to install large scale images of public figures to mark the inauguration, they rightly would have plumped for prominent Americans and not as some intimated their good friend, Prince Harry.

The issue, of course, is a vast hypothetical, but it illustrates the need for a healthy dose of common sense before hitting 'tweet'. Instead of jumping on a bandwagon in which misinformation reigns, it's worth reviewing the objective before being a conduit to bitter arguments and hate.

Jill Biden and Prince Harry attend the wheelchair basketball final on day 8 of the Invictus Games Toronto in 2017.

Harry's friendship with the Bidens is one built on shared experience and support. ((Photo by Samir Hussein/Samir Hussein/WireImage)

Where Twitter used to be littered with cat videos and witty hot takes, it's since descended into a cesspit of rage. Yet, as the inauguration of the 46th president of the United States got underway there was, for a moment, a small glimmer of hope.

As hilarious memes featuring a mitten-clad Bernie Sanders quickly gained steam, so too evolved a collective sense of camaraderie and joy. Positive commentary fueled by an abundance of goodwill created a feeling of unity sorely lacking in years: Kamala Harris was lauded, Michelle Obama hailed and after her jaw-dropping performance, Amanda Gorman was lavished with praise. Granted the enthusiasm didn't extend to all, but still negativity was largely overruled, proving it's possible to engage in civil discourse even when certain groups vehemently disagree.

Despite its many drawbacks, social media's here to stay, but when used constructively there's tremendous potential for good. In order for it to provide a safe forum, however, it's imperative seismic changes are made. Harry's not, as some have attested, calling for censure, nor an end to free speech. He's using his platform to push for reform. While he undoubtedly has a significant battle on his hands, should he be successful the resulting impact could be huge.

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle pictured in 2018.

Harry declared in a recent interview: "What happens online does not stay online – it spreads everywhere, like wildfire." (AP)

"It's a false choice to say you have to pick between free speech or a more compassionate and trustworthy digital world," he said. "They are not mutually exclusive… there can be disagreement, conversation, opposing points of view – as there should be, but never to the extent that violence is created, truth is mystified, and lives are jeopardised."

Put more simply, perhaps we could all subscribe to the wise words of Rumi, the 13th-century poet and theologian, who once said, "Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates. At the first gate, ask yourself, 'Is it true?' At the second gate ask, 'Is it necessary?' At the third gate ask, 'Is it kind?'"

A simple philosophy it may be, but it's one as potent today as it was centuries ago.

[ships-n-giggles]

Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity; How Nintendo Subverted Expectations and Emphasizes Unity over the Lone Hero Trope

Having played Age of Calamity to death, I was one of the many people who expected the same outcome of a prequel to the much beloved Breath of the Wild; an exciting, battle based game that ultimately confirms the outcome that we see in flashbacks of Link’s service to the princess before his 100 year slumber, a tragedy waiting to happen.

But, spoilers down below, the rug gets pulled from under your feet in the most positive and heartwarming way.

In order to emphasize the message of Age of Calamity, let’s return to Breath of the Wild for a minute. The game shows very clearly that this follows the Hero’s Journey, which we’ve played many times before in Zelda games. This Lone Hero Trope, as I call it, is the dedication of a single person for a greater cause, who shoulders heavy burdens on their own in order to carry out a noble mission. Both Link AND Zelda represent this trope! Not only do we learn of Zelda’s quiet, lone suffering as she struggles and fails to achieve her inner sealing power, but we see it visually when we play as Link, following his quest to defeat Ganon.

Just look at the Memory Images Link follows. When each one opens up, Link and Zelda often stand apart as time begins. Even their fellow Champions stand apart during the first memory where Link is being knighted, expressing doubts and concerns, while Zelda shrinks with reluctance.

But then when we see the opening scene of the first playthrough mission of Age of Calamity, our first shot of Link not only has him teaming up with an entire platoon, but they’re all united. Standing together, roused by a common cause to fight evil, and positioned close together. In many of the cutscenes thereafter, there’s an increasing closeness to all the characters, and a budding sense of familiarity.

What changed? Baby Guardian.

The Baby Guardian is only given a short period of time to be seen by the audience in the opening prequel, awakened by Zelda’s sealing power, and urged to flee back to the past to find her. We see the shift from Lone Hero to Unity right away; Baby Guardian knows they can’t carry out the rescue of Hyrule on their own and instinctively goes to find someone he KNOWS can. In doing so, he finds Link and Impa, who are pulled to Zelda’s side while chasing him. From then on out, this change draws more and more people together.

Now I have my own theory, which you can agree or disagree with. What we see of Baby Guardian in Zelda’s flashbacks of him hark to a childhood when her mother the Queen was still alive. And, to a smaller degree, we can connect this memory to another one not seen, but shown when Zelda gives her father a tool she and her mother found while investigating Sheikah technology.

Though her mother is dead, she is still sending means to protect her family, all of which are only achieved when the characters communicate and listen to each other. King Rhoam would most certainly have perished to the Guardian assault on Hyrule Castle if he had not accepted the tool Zelda gave him, and Zelda would not have developed her power to fight with the Sheikah tools had Baby Guardian not arrived either.

The very fact that there are literal swarms of monsters, more intense challenges, only drives home how hard it is to take someone down when they’re not alone. Any of the playable characters can take down literally hundreds if not THOUSANDS of monsters at a time because in most cases, they’re not doing it on their own. Just look at the characters we can recruit; while Hetsu, the Great Fairies, and Monk Maz Koshia are all aids to Link’s journey in Breath of the Wild, we never receive their aid as staunchly as we do in Age of Calamity. Even Kohga ends up joining the fight, when it becomes clear that Astor is a threat to their existence. And the more that join, the greater the offense.

Why change the future? What turns this prequel into a spinoff with a happy ending? It’s a shift in mindsets; from Rhoam’s to Baby Guardians.

Whether you can appreciate the King of Hyrule as a complex character or hate him for being a terrible father, the fact of the matter is that he is not only a leader, but a manifestation of Hyrule as a kingdom All kings more or less fill this role as a model for what a kingdom could be. Rhoam undoubtedly was raised to follow the Hero’s Journey to the letter, to expect a princess with sealing powers, a Hylian with a sword to seal the darkness and a monster to overcome. But when things don’t happen the way the stories tell him, like when Zelda can’t access her sealing power, he only buckles down on the importance of sole strength.

This ends up being a fatal flaw in Breath of the Wild, as he ends up pushing his daughter away. In his diary, readable in Hyrule Castle if you access his private office, we see his regrets, and decision to accept her no matter what....all far too late by the time he writes them.

But in Age of Calamity, when faced with the huge group Zelda has gathered with Baby Guardian’s help, as well as having been rescued by the very technology he tried to urge Zelda away from, he can’t deny the facts any longer. After Rhoam is recruited as a playable character, we see much less of him as a leader. He’s accepted his daughter’s growth, aided by the help of her friends, and seen the truth for what it is.

That a people united is a people saved.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I love Breath of the Wild. The music, the challenging shrines and boss battles, all of it. However Age of Calamity hit me emotionally and more or less exposed some of the weaknesses of most Zelda games. While there have been mild exceptions, we’re so used to carrying the burden of saving the whole world on our own, we forget just what a crushing responsibility it must be for these young people. We can see it in Zelda’s heartbreaking scene in the Spring of Courage, cursing her fate, pushed to tears, and standing apart. It sends a particularly poignant message to me now, often feeling like the only way something can get done is if I do it on my own.

But Breath of the Wild is evidence to why this doesn’t work. While we can see a true victory over Ganon, a kingdom saved, and a princess rescued, we also see the toll it took before it could be achieved. The Champions, King, and countless other civilians and soldiers are killed. Zelda and Link are left alone again to pick up the pieces of a fractured, weakened kingdom. The Hero’s Journey is set to continue, a long, solitary journey of hardship.

Age of Calamity on the other hand, showed how beneficial and wonderful it is to conquer a daunting world with your friends. Not only does it spirit you to the end of your journey faster, but it reinforces the message that “burdens shared are burdens halved”. And we get to save our friends, by calling upon the ones we made in Breath of the Wild through Riju, Teba, Sidon, and Yunobo. Most of the missions playable in the game, at least for replay, are able to be done by ANYONE. If you play the final battle with Link, you can replay it with Baby Guardian.

Anyone can be a hero if you fight together.