The Many Lives of Cadence Lee

Extra - Spooky Ghost

"Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all: the conscientious historian will correct these defects.

-Mark Twain, on the historian Herdodotus

For all [Historians], there comes a point where there simply is no more knowledge that can be found on a subject through anthropology and careful study. Indeed, few things can obscure facts worse than time and with over three millennia having passed even [Linguists] couldnt be sure they were pronouncing the names of the ancient people they were researching correctly. Add to that the chaos of the Descent, the collapse of the Imperial Confederation, and the imperfect record keeping over the years and any [Historian] would be stymied - even with Hintystan itself allowing access to its records!

Fortunately for history - and unfortunately for Timothys concerns about legality - Dr. Karen Smith could call upon.

The HinTye Empire had renamed itself a thousand years or so after the Descent to Hintystan, but it was still functionally the same Empire as before. The Imperial Republic Triumvirate of Hintystan had a government designed to maximise governance based Skills. Most of that was unimportant, except that the Imperial portion of the triumvirate could trace their family line back to [Emperor] Suth. They were more than just his descendants, they were his family.

A week ago, the distinction would have been lost on Timothy. He, as anyone with a [Scholar] derived Class would, had a basic knowledge of magic. He had a small selection of spells that were useful to his Class and a general knowledge of the basics of all the important Schools and their history.

What he had not had was practical experience in Necromancy, the School of magic widely considered to be the most highly regulated in the world. Even Blood Magic was considered a less dangerous and distasteful magic, and Blood Magic required some kind of harm to function! And on the subject of Blood Magic

Dr. Smith had somehow convinced a member of the Imperial Family to join them in this dark, underground, room. That man, that [Prince], was currently helping to apply his own blood to the circle being drawn by several high-level [Necromancers] and [Blood Mages] in this almost certainly illegal summoning chamber. Timothy wasnt aware of the specific laws, but he was well aware that having a specially prepared and made summoning chamber was something regulated and generally not hidden behind a rock on a random hillside well away from civilization.

He sighed, thinking that it had been going so well.

After Timothy had seen that stela, he had been overwhelmingly excited to help start unravelling the mystery it presented. He was ready to grab his tools and get to work, no matter how hard that work might be! Except that they werent able to find anything more at all. [Princess] Hemetra was, as far as Timothy could tell, a complete non-entity in ancient RaSharon.

Sure, she had existed and been born in that desert kingdom, but prior to her involvement in the Peace of Flowers she had done nothing at all. Well, that wasnt entirely true, there were several treatises on Classes and Skills that were believed to be written by [Princess] Hemetra while she lived in RaSharon. It was just that those documents came from the HinTye and that RaSharon barely mentioned the [Princess] themselves. At most, she was noted as excelling at music.

Considering how much Dr. Smith was able to definitely attribute to the [Princess] and how much she believed probably was attributable to the [Princess], the lack of records in RaSharon was suspicious to her. Timothy, if he was honest, was less suspicious of that. The bloodbath that was the RaSharon succession at the time was well known and his personal theory was that - if Hemetra was responsible for the shift in the HinTye Empires behavior - she had been unable to do anything in RaSharon due to pressure from her siblings.

Yes, that was supposed to be how [Historians] worked. Find as much evidence as they can, and then form opinions based on that evidence. If they sometimes disagree, well, who can really say what happened for certain?

We call upon you, the spirit of [Emperor] Suth! Intoned the [High Necromancer], because the answer to Timothys rhetorical musings was simple: someone who was there at the time. By the blood of your family, willingly given, we call out to the land of the dead!

Cold mist began to gather, but it wasnt wet or damp. In fact, the formerly slightly damp room had become bone dry as the mist slowly flowed from the edges of the room into the center of the circle. Soon, it took the shape of a man

Family, you say? the mist twisted, becoming more and more detailed as the features of [Emperor] Suth became sharper. I should be glad that my family still walks, but I cant imagine you have called on me for merely a social visit.

Actually, in a way, we have. Dr. Smith said with a smile, There is no crisis or issue we need help solving, save that of people whose curiosity and desire to know the past was simply too great for us not to try and speak to you.

Truly? The [Emperor] seemed a bit amused by this, to go so far just to ask some questions, I suppose I dont mind indulging so long as you answer some of mine in turn.

But of course, Dr. Smith said smoothly, though please allow me to introduce you to [Prince] Cunyet first.

Your Imperial Highness, Cunyet stepped forward and bowed. It is an honor and a delight as your descendant to speak with you, Ancestor.

There is no need for titles, Sut said, waving his hand to accentuate the dismissal of formality. They are of no use to me here in Death and it seems that my empire has an [Emperor] now still. To refer to me as such undermines his authority, you may call me Sut.

Timothy mentally corrected himself, having always believed that the ancient [Emperors] name was pronounced Suth, before turning his attention back to the proceedings.

I am honored, Cunyet bowed slightly again before continuing. Sut, it has been over three thousand years since you passed. In that time the empire has waxed and waned, built and rebuilt. In addition to providing my blood to link to you, I am here to attest that what Dr. Smith - a world renowned [Historian] - says next was done with the utmost care and respect. When the city expanded, we did not know what we had stumbled upon until she investigated.

Sut turned to the doctor, giving her a silent invitation to speak. Even dead for so long the [Emperor] still commanded the flow of the conversation with ease. Timothy could only envy how naturally the man was able to take control with something as simple as a gesture and a look.

I was asked to evaluate and catalogue a site found when construction crews broke the ground, Dr. Smith answered the unasked question, and found the burial chamber of [Princess] Hemetra.

Suts face instantly became guarded, and the dynamic suddenly changed. The [Emperor], who had subtly asserted dominance over the conversation was now on the back foot as Dr. Smith advanced.

There we found something astonishing: a stela, ancient yet showing scenes and knowledge that was a mere couple of hundred years old. Oddly, the spectre relaxed at that statement.

A couple hundred years old, you say? Sut seemed to contemplate that thought, letting his words out slowly like he was considering everything he said deeply before he spoke. Has society truly advanced so far?

Admittedly, it wasnt quite that long ago that we figured out all the dangers involved in pollution, but otherwise yes. However, we were curious how that information got onto that stela in your wifes - Hemetras - tomb, curious enough that we decided to ask.

Her name is Hemere, Sut chuckled. I suppose you already tried to call her?

Correct, we did try.

Timothy hadnt actually known about that, but given that this ritual involved a [High Necromancer] was over level fifty, he couldnt believe that they had failed. Yet the doctor obviously had or Timothy wouldnt be here now.

It never had a chance of working, you know? She isnt dead.

At that statement from Sut, Cunyet burst out saying, I knew it! I just knew it! My Skill, [Hunch], is never wrong!

Timothy hadnt even been surprised to find out that the [Prince] had [Conspiracy Theorist] as a secondary Class. After working with Dr. Smith for months, he felt that there was very little that could shock him at this point. The claim that [Princess] Hemere of RaSharon was not dead definitely could though.

Of course, not dead could mean a lot of different things. The [Princess] could be undead, or somehow transformed, perhaps even Ascended somehow. Timothy had seen the womans body - what was left of it - so that limited the options a great deal, but it would seem that Hemeres spirit was still in the world.

Is she ok? Does she need help? The [High Necromancer] interrupted here. It seemed that despite being involved in illegal acts, the man was not amoral. A dead spirit, bound to the material realm for thousands of years, would be in immense torment. Enough that it would not be surprising to see the criminal [High Necromancer] go to the authorities himself for help free one if he needed it.

Ha! I doubt it, Sut laughed. But you couldnt help her anyways, although I appreciate your concern for her. But as I said, she isnt dead.

While we did treat her body with the utmost respect, it was removed from the tomb. Dr. Smith said carefully, It was confirmed as the body of [Princess] Hemere.

It would, because it was. She died, but she isnt dead. Whether or not I explain more I havent decided yet.

Dr. Smith can keep a secret, Timothy was shocked to find himself speaking, suddenly occupying the full attention of the ancient ghost of an [Emperor]. Aside from the people who work with her - all of whom, myself included, have signed magical contracts that will kill us if we share these secrets - the only person who could share your secret is your own descendant. But I shouldnt think that would be necessary, I have thought about it for a long while and I believe I know why the stela was only carved on one side and why it was in [Princess] Hemeres tomb.

Oh? Timothy got no clues from the neutral response of Sut, but steeled himself and kept talking anyways.

I believe it is unfinished, and was left unfinished because you found information that you decided was too dangerous for people to have, Timothy had worried he might pick up the [Conspiracy Theorist] Class himself which how much he had thought that. I even think, considering when our society discovered the information on that stela, I know what it was. If I were to ask you about a great explosive that poisoned the land it was used on, what would you say?

Smart kid. Sut replied, although the notes and letters she left me did not contain information on how to create something like that, it did contain warnings not to let them be created at all. My wife warned me that they could destroy the world. There were many things she only knew vaguely how to create, and a few she wanted me to steer humanity away from ever developing.

Sut chuckled again, I love her dearly, but my wife was truly naive. Sure, her descriptions were far from detailed, but telling people what not to do is basically the same thing as giving them a rough guideline of how to do it. Although my biggest fear had nothing to do with those bombs. Instead, I worried about germ theory, because I realised that most of the technology restrictions she spoke of could be bypassed by someone with the right Class. Her warnings, meant to save lives, would have undoubtedly given someone the idea to weaponize it even though we would also lack the technology to defend against it.

That was Terrifyingly more reasonable than atomic weaponry. Biological warfare was - in comparison - easy and cheap. Sut wasnt wrong that there were Classes that could utilize microbes to horrendous effect - just having the [Plague Mage] Class was considered grounds for execution in most countries. But you didnt even need a Class to spread infected blankets or contaminated water, and the ancient world would have had no medicine and only basic priestly healing.

I suppose that you would be interested in learning about my wife then?

Dr. Smiths smile was all the confirmation anyone needed.

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