Mavuika stood before the Statue of the Seven, looking upon the face of the original Pyro Archon, as if searching for guidance. The sun had barely begun to rise over Natlan, casting soft rays of light amidst a twilight sky that heralded its arrival. The Statue glowed softly with a light of its own, the figure holding an orb. Mavuika wondered if the original Archon felt the same way she did. A little confused, a little scared, a little worried about how she was going to take on the mantle of ruling a nation.
Or maybe she didn’t feel any of that because she wasn’t mortal like her successors.
Once a new Archon proves themselves in the Pilgrimage, they ascend to Archonhood by taking Natlan's Gnosis. They are, however, still entirely human. That’s what Mavuika did. So much energy thrumming within her body; it excited her, made her feel alive, but so much power could draw so much attention. Some of it could be malicious…
Lost in contemplation, she didn’t hear the few rustles of the bushes nearby. But a particularly loud one snapped her out of her thoughts, and she whirled around to see who was behind her. Before she could see them, Mavuika was hit with a wave of power, her senses picking up on the energy that felt similar to hers, but was different, and much more powerful.
“Show yourself!” She demanded, though a pinch of nervousness welled up in her at the prospect of meeting the source of this unknown power.
