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North Dakota, United States of America | 2025
For too long Ajak had stood still, trapped as she was as the Prime Eternal. For millions of years she had helped Arishem usher in new life, recycling older forms of energy into new forms of life. This planet was done in its cycle and the Deviants were gone from this world, but she missed those under her guidance.
She watched the movies that Kingo made, and read the literature they all had inspired and saw Sprite's hand in its craft. The Smithsonian and countless museums hosted exhibits spearheaded by Sersi and in them she saw Thena and Gilgamesh the world over. Phastos checked in from time to time calling her on the phone and filling her in as much as he would.
Makkari stopped by for short visits but Ajak had not seen Druig for 600 years and she hadn't seen Ikaris in the same amount of time.
Their distance made guilt bloom poisonous within her.
She had hurt the two of them the most with the strict hand she had taken, she had held them so close they nearly broke, and it drove them away.
Ikaris followed where Druig rebelled.
She told them to go and to have a life. She wanted to know what meaning they found for their lives.
She loved them and she let the golden light of love that linked her to her children swell within her until it called out—
“It is time.”