The tragedy of Ath-Or-Il
or: Why Tythos turned against the Antrach
Ath-Or-Il was broken, ill.
The descendants of his own friends and companions were fallen to Kha, and they didn't even realize it. What a destiny for such brave people.
It pained Tythos to think back to the times where they stood alongside him, waiting to do the impossible, to travel between worlds. And then, they were gone, and then, Tythos found them again when he was really old, and then he died, and then they died. And Tythos watched them, how they wouldn't keep their traditions of telling their children why they came here in the first place. They had no strong leader, they had no one like him.
Then they would worship Ath, an aspect of Ty, they would be satisfied with a light-splitter instead of the whole light, and they would try to live the ways of Yegy, foreign to them, but still part of the light. And it would sadden Tythos, but he would grant them their freedom to explore the new world, century by century.
But... then... Tythos could still not believe it. Kha got him again, not him, but them. And so Kha got him, too. What they did to the wood... What they did to the mouse-likes, the ancestrals... What they did to Yegy... What they did to Ty...
As Ty was split into many parts, it became vulnerable. Destroying the World Tree would also destroy the whole dimension, leaving a world seed behind that had nothing to live anymore. And what would such a seed do then? No one knows, so it would be up to Kha, to the one true enemy of Tythos. It is one of endless possibilities that another dimension would be created from the World Seed, a mere wish. It could also become something entirely different, or many entirely different things. It could bring instability to Ty as a whole, further corrupting the other dimensions.
This was a risk Tythos would never want to take. Thus, he had to protect every dimension that he travelled to, to care for the dimension to be unharmed and would only be mixed with other sources of Ty, with other Gy that was not driven by Kha.
But his power was limited. He could appear in visions of people, but only if they would be open for it. He could try to reach the Yegy Wound, but neither did he know if he could bear the pain of Ath-Or-Il, nor could he be sure if he wouldn't just help destroying the tree by sending his power into this corrupted area. He would lay himself open to Kha, maybe Kha would take advantage, maybe he wouldn't.
Tythos felt hopeless. How could he know that no other dimension was already destroyed? How could he prevent the people, his people, from falling for Kha?
But he calmed himself, he would certainly feel such a wound inside of the hopefully everglowing light, and at the moment, Ty felt whole, even if it was split in so many different shards.
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