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The world around them seemed to go dark, very very dark in fact as Iziti entered into the world of Primaris' memories. Things were scrambled at first, skipping from point to point as the boy himself was trying to process just what exactly was going on with the world, his own memories were jumbling across each other in a sporadic display of thoughts and sound that hardly seemed to connect in any simple fashion that could be understood by any sane mind.

A brief flash of sunlight glittered off of the summer snows as it settled on the mountaintops. A far younger and far thinner Primaris stood, bare chested against the cold, shivering violently against the iron manacles around his slender throat weighed down on the raw and cracked skin underneath where it had scraped away his bare skin. There was a hissing sound behind him as coals were shifted by an iron poker and a lump of nervousness caught in his throat just moments before a rough hand clasped down painfully tight on his shoulder. He only had a moment to try to draw a frightened breath before a terrible pain exploded across his back along with the stench of searing flesh as he was marked, branded now and forever as nothing more than property. A slave.

The thoughts and pained memories of that day shifted and melted away like a house of sand in the morning tide, colours swirling and melding until they reformed once more into something new. He was stood outside, the snow all around him once more and the cold, still present but far less biting now against the thick robes that clung around him. He was knelt, along with a half dozen of his fellow serfs, behind his master, holding clasped in his hand was a small lantern that shone with a pale blue weirlight. He knew from what little he had been permitted to read that this only happened in the presence of beings of magic, no doubt as a result of being so close to his Magos, who stood before a great statue, arms raised as though he were trying to embrace it. They were knelt in a temple built of onyx and marble, with twisting pillars which held crawling serpents of ivory fastened upon them holding up nothing for there was no roof in this most holy of places. Primaris' knew he was supposed to keep his face down, he was not worthy of looking upon that statue- the statue of the Alovai, God of Gods, He who Guides, but he couldn't resist the simple pull. It was nothing more than a quick glance up but it was enough to sear the image into his brain. The statue was carved out of granite and it seemed the black robes of the Alovai were swirling around his majesty even though they were fixed in place, one hand was outstretched as though he were leaning forward to pull a friend up from the dirt and the muck of the world. And in that featureless face were affixed a pair of large yellow sapphires that shone like demons of nightmares in the faint blue light clutched in his fearful hands.

And then once again the memory shifted and tore away again, everything turned darker still as the blue light was replaced with a faint orange glow and those yellow lights seemed affixed before him... And yet... Now, the images before them weren't through Primaris' eyes, but rather from next to him. For Primaris' stood there, next to Primaris' One looked at the other who stared forwards, frozen but for a moment.
"What? But I'm... There? How?" His head snapped away from the memory of himself to look over to Iziti, a confused look in his eyes only for his mouth to fall open and him to step backwards a short step as his attention was drawn to something behind the boy.

There stood, with the plain and ordinary spear only just being discarded from gloved hands to be planted tip first within the very stone of the tower itself was the Alovai, looking every bit as he remembered from moments ago. A breath caught in his throat as the memory resumed once more, a memory that had only just been lived for himself moments ago. Just as his past self had done and still did next to him, he remained fixed in place, being utterly unable to tear his eyes away from the baleful golden eyes set within that mask of black.

He heard the same words that the ancient being had said to him only moments ago, hearing them with fresh ears gave him no clearer understanding of just who exactly who it was he was supposed to find. As the Alovai passed by Iziti without even breaking his stride at their presence he wondered whether this was the person he was supposed to seek out, it was clearly a being with great magical power and that no doubt elevated him far beyond Primaris' status. Thankfully it seemed the past version of himself and the Alovai didn't even know they were there as the memory continued onwards, and it was no small sense of trepidation that clutched the boys heart as he saw the masked beings hand lazily raise up to the past version of himself's face. And just as it had before, a searing pain tore through his entire being as the gloved fingers were pressed against the bare skin of his past selves forehead. It lasted just as long as it had the first time and was no less unpleasant for having experienced it before.

Even as he watched the conversation come to where he expected it to close suddenly as it had before something strange happened. It continued past where he should be able to remember. Where before everything had gone black and he had suddenly come to his senses in some strange bed on another world things carried onwards. Where the conversation abruptly ended he saw his own past self crumple onto the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed. The Alovai looked down at the white robed boy as he lay upon the ground for a moment before slowly turning on his heel and looking directly and purposefully at Iziti, cold contempt glowering within his golden eyes before everything once more went crashing into darkness with a feeling as though the memory was being forced close and would not open again.