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The Masked Face of Fear

by rikusorasephiroth

Chapter 12: Lest we forget

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This chapter is NON-CANON to the rest of the fic

I stormed through room after room of my palace, searching for Chrysalis.
After the hundred-something-odd, I gave up and grabbed the nearest Changeling Drone and demanded it direct me to her.
Being led back through the palace , to no more than a couple of rooms before the one I started at I walked up to Chrysalis and asked her, "Bug Queen, do we have a bugle?" prompting what was easily the most confused expression I had seen in my vast lifetime.

"Wh-why would you want a bugle?" She stammered.

"I'll not answer any questions now. Do we have one?!"

"I-uh... I think we do."

"You. THINK. we do?" I asked, stepping closer with each word, causing her to cower slightly.

"We definitely do!" she answered quickly. Frightfully.

I took a small step back. "And is there any changelings able to play it?"

"I'll bring one and the bugle to you immediately," she quickly said before moving to leave.

"And have the rest of the changeling gather at the main hall!" I shouted after her as she disappeared from sight.

later

Atop a podium, overlooking all the gathered changelings, a light chattering and buzzing coming from the crowd, I stood, waiting for Chrysalis, the bugle and Changeling.

As they rushed up to join me, I stepped past her, placed a hand of the forehead of the changeling and channelled some knowledge into it.

When I lifted my hand away it stumbled a bit as a thin line of green slowly leaked from one of its nostrils.

After letting it gather its senses, I turned and addressed the changelings.
"Attention, all of you! I have gathered you here today, for special reasons I would like to keep to myself. I ask you all to give a minutes silence, and you may go about your duties as you were."

When complete silence was achieved, I gestured to the changeling by me on the podium, and watched as he lifted the bugle and played.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAM3tU6WEY8

"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Lest We Forget"

As I finished, the innumerable changelings looked up at me.
"You may return to your duties now," I said, before leaving.

Upon reaching the Bronze Gate, Chrysalis found me and asked, "Jack, what was that, why did you do it?"

Without even looking at her, I answered, "That was a remnant of my past, one of the few remaining aspects of who I was before who I am. As for why I did it? I simply needed to. There is no more answer than that."

As a stunned expression crossed her face, I opened the Gate and left her.

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