The moment Rose helped him unlock the terrifying genome of the Outsiders, Achilles felt his consciousness flooded with information that arrived as data and as fundamental understanding carved into his very existence.
He obtained a name and distinctions that resonated through every cell of his being with a singular name!
Nar'Thyss.
Weavers of Fables, Shepherds of Stories.
But this was only the beginning.
His existence buzzed with violent resonance as the unlocked genome spread through him like wildfire given purpose.
Platinum color spread across his stellar form, not replacing the purple-gold but weaving through it in patterns that suggested text written in light.
And then, as the transformation reached some critical threshold, he began to receive something more profound than mere knowledge.
A memory. An inheritance.
It came in the way of story itself…a Fable, because this was what the Weavers of Fables were, what the Shepherds of Stories had always been.
