The Five Who Govern (as told by Zosimos, who absolutely should not be trustedā¦ but is anyway)
Ah.
Youāve stumbled into something important.
Unfortunate for you.
Because once you learn of themā¦ they tend to notice.
Not immediately, of course. No, no, noānothing so crude.
More likeā¦ a feeling.
A shift in the air.
A door that was definitely closedā¦ now being slightly open.
Yes.
That would be them.
There are five.
Not four (I checked onceālost a sock in the process).
Not six (we do not speak of six).
Five.
The ones who govern LIGHT.
š”ļø Grenadiya ā The Wall
If something has not destroyed you yetā¦
you may thank him.
He does not create.
He does not argue.
He does not laugh.
He stands.
And when LIGHT was still formingāwhen reality itself wasā¦ how do I put thisā¦ a bit wobblyā
it was Grenadiya who held the edges together.
Once, Morgana attempted to āimproveā a boundary spell.
The sky cracked open like a poorly baked pie.
Grenadiya fixed it.
He did not comment.
He never comments.
š Kabire ā The Smile You Shouldnāt Trust
Ahā¦ Kabire.
If you ever feel certain about somethingā¦
Youāre wrong.
Thatās her.
She once convinced an entire village that they had already eaten dinner.
They hadnāt.
Chaos followed.
Delicious chaos.
Her magick does not break reality.
It convinces realityā¦ to break itself.
š Lazul ā The Truth That Hurts (but nicely)
Lazul isā¦ how shall I sayā¦ deeply irritating.
Because he is always right.
Not in the loud way.
Not in the smug way.
In the quiet, undeniable, soul-adjusting way.
He brings harmony.
Balance.
Clarity.
He also, incidentally, imagined something during the creation of LIGHTā¦
Something with too many heads and entirely too much enthusiasm.
But weāll discuss that another time.
Or not.
(Preferably not.)
š Ariel ā The One Who Knows
Ariel speaks less than he knows.
Which isā¦ concerning.
Because he knows everything.
Not in the āI read a book onceā sort of way.
In the āI saw this happen before it happened, and I allowed it anywayā sort of way.
The others argue.
They bicker.
They explode things.
Arielā¦ decides.
And LIGHT continues.
š§Ŗ Morgana ā The Problem (and the Solutionā¦ allegedly)
Ah.
Yes.
Morgana.
Let me be very clear:
If something has gone terribly, spectacularly, hilariously wrongā
It was probably Morgana.
At one pointāpure evil.
Now?
Wellā¦
Letās call herā¦ enthusiastically reformed.
She collects doorknobs, you see.
No one knows why.
Do not ask.
I asked once.
I now own fewer doors.
