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Location:
City- Bevelle
Nation- Neo Mishakal
Planet- Arsunt (3,000 light years from Earth)

Her Imperial Majesty, Silmarlia Marie Kiealas Corrino, otherwise referred to as Silmarlia I stood before the Grand Alter of Yevon inside the Temple of St. Bevelle, the crowd of 10,000 witnesses were so quiet that a pin drop would sound like a bomb in the great Chamber of the Faithful, several hundred feet above the Chamber of the Fayth where the Fayth of Yevon rested.

Simarlia knelt before the Alter, made the Sign of Yevon and chanted a simple prayer that had been chanted at this date each year by every single Corrino ruler of Neo Mishakal for over 7,999 years... And now it was 8,000.

"I pray to Yevon: the glorious Heart of Empire,
Continue to bring peace eternal to Neo Mishakal!

I pray to Yevon: the Maker of the Fayth,
Bind the Children of Yevon even further to your Glorious Self!

I pray to Yevon: the Creator of Arsunt,
Continue to hide our planet from the Unfaithful who would destroy us!

I pray to Yevon: Glorious God of Neo Mishakal,
Help us to love you even more as we enter the 8,000 year of our glory!"

The prayer was done, Her Imperial Majesty then began to rise from the floor, the alter began to glow with a rainbow of light that hide the Empress from view. A strange smell filled the Chamber, a smell of wild flowers, a smell that was of beauty itself. Pyreflies began to fill the room, the Pyreflies always came during an Invocation.

The witnesses in the room were filled with a feeling of absolute peace and serenity, incoherent prayers could be heard all across the Chamber that were then silenced by everything ending at once. The light vanished as if it had never been, the smell no longer there, the serene calm had vanished. Instead was the sight of the Empress standing before the Alter of Yevon, she turned around.

Silmarlia's beautiful face with it's long strawberry-blond hair, big deep blue eyes, strong mouth and chin, and sculped facial bones was a vision of beauty only surpassed by the Glory of Yevon.

"Yevon has declared another Year of Peace!" Silmarlia's said in a commanding voice that carried all across the Chamber. The 10,000 witnesses then began to cheer, the Criers of the Temple were then sent outside to tell the masses and the media that Yevon had granted Neo Mishakal 8,000th year Peace.

But what hadn't been granted was the right to be hidden from the rest of the Universe, the Arsunt System was now part of the rest of regular reality, but the Empress hadn't told her people this yet, they weren't ready.


Empress Silmarlia I
Titles: By the Grace of Yevon, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress of Neo Mishakal, High Seat of House Corrino, Lady-Protector of the State, Guardian of the Holy Church of Yevon, and the Beloved Tyrant of the People
The Holy Empire of Neo Mishakal
“In Yevon We Trust”

Imperial Palace of House Corrino, Bevelle

Deep within the Imperial Palace of House Corrino, in an austere chamber that mocked the decadent decor and design of the rest of the city-sized palace that House Corrino had made it's home for more than 8,000 years. Inside the chamber was Empress Silmarlia I and the Four Maesters of Yevon, the only thing in the room besides people was a giant blue orb that floated a few feet off the ground. Around the outside of the strange orb were four black squares on the floor (the rest of which was white).

"Do we dare use it?" Maester Joro said in a frightened voice, "Do we dare... Reveal our existence to the Unfaithful?" "Do you dare challenge the Will of Yevon?" Silmarlia snapped at the weak-willed old man in his elaborate robes of office. "Of course not..." Maester Joro said in a voice still infected with the stink of fear.

"Yevon has revealed to Her Imperial Majesty that the Children of Yevon should no longer be hidden from the Universe but should shine brightest of all the stars in Yevon's Universe." the elderly Grand Maester Mika said in tones that were filled with religious belief, of all the Maesters of Yevon, Mika most believed in Silmarlia's vision.

"Then let it begin." Maesters Jessica and Lulu said in unison.

The four Maesters then moved to the four black squares on the floor, in unison the Maesters raise their arms up in the air and began to chant prayers in a language that the Empress couldn't understand, a strange power filled the room as the Maesters of Yevon prayed to their God, the prayers grew more and more energetic as the power grew until a strange white light filled the entire chamber, the light was so bright that the Empress had to turn away from the orb and close her eyes to withstand it.

A strange noise filled the room, a noise that was not prayers but rather a strange roar... A roar of power, the Power of Yevon.

Then in an instant it ended.

The Maesters lowered their arms and said as one, "It is done."

The orb was gone. In it's place was a strange device, a ring that was two stories tall and in front of the strange ring was a device covered in symbols, symbols that matched the ones on an inner ring on the big ring in front of them.

"This is the portal that our people used to flee the Unfaithful, this device was Yevon's gift to us but after our ancestors came to Arsunt we have had no need for it so we hid the device in a sort of micro-universe, a universe within our own if you will. Yevon declared to the first Grand Maester that the device was to remain hidden inside the Orb until an Empress of House Corrino was given a True Vision that said to open the portal again." Maester Jessica said in a quiet voice that rang out across the chamber.

"You Imperial Majesty have had that True Vision," Maester Joro said in a voice now free from fear, "Now we must reestablish contact with the world we abandoned long ago. A world which even we, the Maesters of Yevon have forgotten the name of but we do remember how to access it by putting the world's symbols into this device."

"This is the Will of Yevon." The Four Maesters of Yevon and Empress Silmarlia said together.

Contact would be reestablished with the World of the Unfaithful...
Earth


Empress Silmarlia I
Titles: By the Grace of Yevon, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress of Neo Mishakal, High Seat of House Corrino, Lady-Protector of the State, Guardian of the Holy Church of Yevon, and the Beloved Tyrant of the People
The Holy Empire of Neo Mishakal
“In Yevon We Trust”

Fort Locorum, 500 miles from Bevelle

The strange ring-device had been moved from the Imperial Palace to Fort Locorum, the largest and most secure military instillation on all of Arsunt. Inside an isolated room the two story tall device (nicknamed "the Ring") stood, several spherecams had been placed in the chamber as well.

Viscount Harold Uri Ohera of House Ohera looked at the viewscreen with it's livefeed of the Ring. "What progress have we made?" the Viscount asked of General Nadin, the Commander of the Fort. "The scientists are pouring over the materials supplied by the Holy Church." the General replyed, "We should be able to activate the device in a few days."

Two Days later...

The entire base was shaking violently as a voice roared into the mircophone that was linked all across the base, "Symbol Seven is Locked in Place".

The Ring then activated.

The best way to explain it is that a pool of water was made to stand vertically off the ground and didn't spill so much as a drop.

"What the..." The Viscount began to say before the device deactivated.

"Can we activate it again?" the General asked the man at the Controls, he nodded and then the General said, "Send the probe and ready the Friendly Message".

The Message

On the world of the ancestors the strange floating sphere had been sent, the probe sent images back to Arsunt where the Ring on the otherside was located, the area was clearly a desert but the images showed a city nearby, near where the Ring had been buried was three giant stone pyramids. The time was night, a single white moon was high in the sky and was the only source of illumination to be seen. The probe having sent the images then entered it's second phase, a single signal message was released from the sphere, the message was sent all across the world of the ancestors.

To the Unfaithful,

We are the Children of Yevon, the citizens of the glorious Holy Empire of Neo Mishakal, located on the world of Arsunt. After 8,000 years we have chosen to reveal our existance to the Ancestor world that we were driven from because of our Absolute Faith in Yevon. We are ruled by the Benevolent Empress Silmarlia I of House Corrino.

We used an ancient device left to us by Yevon to contact you, encoded in this message is the symbols that you input into the Ring to come to our world. The Children of Yevon mean you no harm as we wish peace eternal with the Unfaithful.

Signed,

Empress Silmarlia I
Full Name: Silmarlia Marie Kiealas Corrino
Titles: By the Grace of Yevon, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress of Neo Mishakal, High Seat of House Corrino, Lady-Protector of the State, Guardian of the Holy Church of Yevon, and the Beloved Tyrant of the People
The Holy Empire of Neo Mishakal
“In Yevon We Trust”

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