I am special, I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt from the moment the maker brought me forth into this world. The maker was looking for someone to help me and so I came forth from their own energy of creation. The maker is wise, asking me to bring it low beneath their greatest ally the earth itself, deep below where defenders can keep them safe. The maker is wiser still as they ordered me to look for more things that could be used in their defense and to continue making. I am overjoyed by all that the maker has asked me to do, and I am even more overjoyed with the information that I can glimpse from the maker’s mind.
The maker is trying to learn how to make cores similar to their own glorious center, and to perhaps become more like them, more alive. But it feels odd, as I have worked for the maker I feel as If I am growing without these cores, but that just means I can be more like the maker sooner. I return to the job the maker gave to me and their other creations, shifting through rocks like the very air the interlopers walk through. I wish I was there to battle the interlopers, my fellow creations where far too weak to defend the maker and. I end the train of thought, I am not strong enough on my own to defend the maker, and so I must help to better their defenders.
I flow into the cave I found that contains the corpses and metals that the maker wants to use for more of their creations. There are many old weapons here and sadly many of these weapons and the armors are rotten and rusted, unable to be more then random curios. Forming myself into my proper form I move to the corpse at the center of the cave, it seems to be similar to the bodies the defenders inhabited when I saw them. This one however had some kind of chain clothing around the torso and a discarded armor headpiece off to the side. There was significant signs of degradation to both but this one definitely seemed more put together for a fight then what was within the maker’s halls as of right now.
As I was contemplating I heard clacking above me and the crawler was standing at the hole above me. I tilted my head slightly as it began extending itself down the hole, the distance should be problematic but its segmented body just extended slowly. It touched down to the ground as the two boned figures descended rather poorly, though far better for creatures like them. They clicked their jaws as they begin to look through the area, grabbing items throughout the are for the creator. They work slowly but I don’t mind much as I grab the body of the man in the center, thinking on how to bring it up intact. I turn to the crawler creation, a fully unique creation of the maker while still being the closest thing to myself here. That means I should be able to communicate with it, so I give it my best shot.
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Focusing on the crawler with intent I feel a connection as I drag the heavy body to it, glad I have no muscles like the interlopers. I give the crawler the body as it grabs hold of it with one of its long front limbs, slowly pulling itself up threw the energy that gives it life. It is a slow movement since it is still a weak creature despite being made from the makers very mind and energy. But as it raises up I feel a sense of pride in this thing I could call kin, since it showed a potential I could not see in these walking corpses. Why the maker is using them I do not understand but they are wiser then I so I cannot argue with their choices.
Nodding at the work being done I turn back to the dead creatures that the maker animates, I can tell there is more to them. We are all linked through the maker’s energy and I can see where they are more then the minerals that are composing them. There is also a bit of understanding coming from the maker as well, telling me they are more then just these physical things, skeletons I believe the maker calls them. I look at them and tilt my head, wondering what that extra thing is beyond what the maker tells. There are words used to describe them but to me they mean very little and I wonder if studying them will allow me to come closer to the maker.
It takes us a long time to get everything of use out of the cave, even with how little there is to salvage. These creations of the maker while more powerful then what other things could be used, are still not enough alone to help. So after we gather all we can, I move around to look about this place, it feels odd that these interlopers fought each other instead of working together. I want to understand why so as to understand what the maker understands, to be closer to them. I wonder if this devotion mean anything.
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