Sometimes, when the world grows silent, I find myself lost in thought—wondering how the threads of fate will unravel, and whether I have the power to change the story written before me.
Xbalanque. According to the original plot of this world, his destiny is tragic. He makes a deal with Ronova—the Ruler of Death herself—to protect his people and powers. But that deal chains him, binding his soul forever, entombed with the Primal Fire beneath Natlan's deepest volcanoes. A sacrifice born of loyalty and duty, yet one that snuffs out his flame far too soon.
I can't help but feel a deep respect for him—his fierce spirit, his fire that never truly dies even in despair. And yet, his end feels inevitable. Maybe, in this retelling of the world, I cannot save him. Some stories are too close to fate's grasp.
Then there is Rukkhadevata. The wise, patient protector of the World Tree, slowly breaking beneath the weight of forbidden knowledge corrupting her roots. In the original tale, she sacrifices herself to break a branch of the World Tree, birthing Nahida—the small but radiant spark of hope. And even after that, she fades into the ether, leaving behind only memories and legends.
I think about Rukkhadevata often. There's something about her fragile strength, her quiet resilience, and the burden she carries that moves me deeply. I like her—not just as an archon, but as a woman, a guardian who endures pain silently and still stands for others. If there is any chance, I will not let her fade away.
I have the power to save her—maybe even undo the poison eating at her roots. Maybe, with the light I wield, I can shield her from the corruption that once seemed inevitable. She deserves to live beyond the sacrifice that history once demanded.
And Nahida could be my daughter in this world. The child born from sacrifice and hope, a symbol of new beginnings. I want to nurture her, guide her, and protect her as a father would. She carries the future in her small hands, a chance to heal the wounds of the past and grow beyond the shadows and well she is so cute.
These thoughts weigh on me like stones in my chest. The past is a guide, but not a chain. I am the Heavenly Principle now, not just a witness but the one shaping destinies.
I must tread carefully. Saving Rukkhadevata will not be simple. The corruption runs deep, and meddling with fate is always dangerous. But I will try.
For her. For Nahida. For the hope that maybe this world can have a future where sacrifices need not be so cruel.
The Archons may fear me. The world may tremble beneath my gaze. But within me burns a quiet fire—one that wishes to protect, to nurture, to rewrite the ending not with destruction, but with light.
Then i have decided Rukkhadevata or Buer will be my first wife ( Even though i am the primordial one , i am still a young man and i do have my own desires)