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There was a flicker of light, sparks and glimmering fragments of sun would be seen floating past Kataroe, setting his already bright world on fire. There was no noise, however, odd, accompanied by the dazzling show of brightness. In that instant, whatever restlessness could have been found in the soul there would be quelled...dulled, if not cured. Sage Warheight had always had that effect on mortals. He had other amazing gifts, and powers over sentient beings that he rarely employed, but it was the calming effect he had on him he most enjoyed employing. He had an aura about him, moreso than that of a mortal magician. No, this was grandeur, leadership, greatness. Warheight was a god of a being, but humble to a fault. Though he could appear in any form he desired, and display nearly any unimaginable force, he resembled a kindly old man, beaten by time, and scarred by strife.
This man knew more of conflict and calm, war and peace, feast and famine, than any mortal in this particular plane could have possibly. His powers had always been admirable, and yet...it was, inevitably, his sense of self-sacrifice that lead to his death. Instead of risking an all-out war with gods, he had allowed himself to be killed to capture a key enemy, which ceased battling. The act of such, in haste, had not been thought through however, and it was only after Warheight's death that he realized what a burden he had placed upon his family. This was why he was the way he was now. He had been mild and good in life, but in death, he had been selfless, and completely modest, disallowing any use of his power.
Some here thought him useless, thinking he, like so many other souls here, had been stripped of his abilities in death. Such was not the case, however, and occasionally he did feel compelled to help the denizens of this world, so long as it could not be traced back to him. And so, Warheight approached Kataroe Jet, completely aware of what would happen in the next few hours, and what the consequences would be. His voice, much like his appearance, was that of a gruff, somewhat unkempt old hermit. He wore modest off-white robes, much plainer than the brilliant attire of many people here. For he, unlike the others, could change his clothing, in addition to his appearance.
" Maddening, isn't it, son? People spend their whole lives hoping for the existence of such a place as this, and yet, there are those like the two of us. Those who have, perhaps, spent their life in such serenity that there is no change here. Or perhaps those who have seen such conflict as to not be calmed by such a pointless surrounding. Those of us who have unfinished business, and who crave to reach back into the world we left behind. "
Warheight made no attempt to discern which the boy was, as he already knew, nor did he hint to which he might be. Though, in honesty, it was a lot of each, for he had lived an eternity. The Sage walked alongside Kataroe, and stopped, staring into the never ending distance. " So, why would a restless young soul such as yourself be content to exist without end here, lacking a purpose, and with so much life unlived. Were you a dashing young scoundrel, living life to the fullest at the expense of others? Or did you allow your life to be spent in the pursuit of other happiness? "
Warheight leaned forward, staring sideways at Kataroe, smiling, but without pushing the issue further. Simple curiosity, or the ramblings of a mad old man who had spent too long in paradise, perhaps. " It is...easy...to resent ourselves for the good we might have done...if it landed us here. Isn't that odd, Young Kataroe? How we think nothing of sacrificing our lives, until we realize it means we have to spend eternal afterlife looking back? "
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