[Sarah]

xxxA R C H O N
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“You should not be here,” The statue-like man said. Archon snapped his head towards the newcomer. His glowing eyes ethereal and unsettling. This place was sacred, one that few could walk into or really even see. To have a stranger enter was against everything Archon was made for. His commands were clear, no one could know Tez had returned.

[Sarah]

xxxA K S I S
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“Where should I go?” The woman – the newcomer – asked. She snapped Archon from his thoughts, from the actions he was about to take against the intruder. Her voice was familiar. Something from long ago, so long in his past the memories were practically dust. Her voice reached him and gave him pause.

[Sarah]

“Anywhere else,” he said, a warning. If she was who he thought she was… She had gotten out. She had been forgotten. Despite what her intentions were here, she would regret ever becoming involved again. Of every temple she could go to she chose the only one worth anything. Could she still feel him? He could not feel her, not as he had when they were partners.

[Sarah]

Long ago, near the beginning of time, they had been created for one purpose. They were the guards of the Chaos god Tez. They were his guards, and the guards of his people. They had been created and raised as siblings. They had been family with an unbreakable bond. Twins in the sense of everything mystical twins were accused of.

[Sarah]

Telepathy, empathy, clairvoyance – Archon had to wonder if they were the beings that began the rumors spread about twins. After years being buried, dead, forgotten by the world, Archon had thought he’d lost her. From his prison he could only see their separation as another punishment.

“How are you here?” Archon asked. His voice barely a whisper.

[Sarah]

Hope was a crushing thing, yet Archon would submit to this new torture.

“Just as you are here, brother,” his sister, Aksis, replied.

The images came forth then. A flood of memories not his own. She had been buried too. Imprisoned for her sins and forgotten to time. Locked so far away and for so long she too lost her connections to him.

[Sarah]

Tez had come back. From what Archon had been told, what little he could glean from the cryptic god, the other gods were still imprisoned along with anyone else powerful enough to change the shape of reality. Anyone Itri, the goddess of Order, had felt threatened by. Who had broken the spell?

[Sarah]

Tez surely. He had been powerful enough to brake it for years. Archon knew the Chaos god. Even if no one liked to admit it, he knew the being that created him and the rest of the known universe. The only downside to chaos was the state of its being. It was not predictable, it did not react in any known way. They had all been locked away because Tez had made it so, and if the god had no reason for his actions Archon would not be shocked.

[Sarah]

Archon and Aksis were standing still. They stood perfectly still as stone gargoyles at the entrance to the last powered shrine of Tez. Archon was not about to leave when he had been commanded to stay, and from the looks of things Aksis had been given the same instructions. They were to guard the shrine until Tez returned or told them otherwise.

[Sarah]

It was easy. It was something they’d done since their creation. Their bones, muscles, bodies, would not wither or stiffen or otherwise degrade. Their minds would stay sharp and alert and they would not grow distracted. Sometimes they would share memories or emotions, and when they thought no one was listening they might think for themselves.