I'm betting that Ashiok will be revealed to be from Amonkhet eventually but not appear in this block. Maro being oblivious (he seemed surprised by the Ashiok speculation) would make sense if Ashiok is not a major part of this block's story (if they were, Maro would know) but they could still be revealed to be from Amonkhet the next time they appear (probably return to Theros). Plus this story seems to imply that Ashiok is still on Theros, which would make sense. Do you agree?
That’s a complex question, but this gist is that Ashiok may not appear as a card or anything, yeah, I agree!
I very much doubt any of the story threads I imagined to tie Ashiok to the current story will pan out. I’m hoping we learn more, though. That ‘vision’ seemed tailor made for Ashiok.
Honestly, if and when the gang rescues Matt I want him and Pidge to have the kind of sibling relationship where Voltron help you if you hurt one of them because the other can and will hand your ass to you on a silver platter, but get them in the right mood and they can bicker to the point where it makes Lance and Keith’s arguing sound like amicable conversations (Allura gets concerned but Shiro reassures her that this is normal).
Pidge gets far more creative with the nicknames (Matt, you really should know what happens if you attack your sister’s height one too many times), you cannot dissuade me on this.
This is what the police say at the emergency meeting in the dorm hall, organized by panicked RAs to calm even more panicked freshmen. The policemen look at each other before continuing. “Listen, we know you all must be scared and confused. All we can tell you is that it wasn’t suicide or, um, foul play.”
An RA pipes up.“Th-there was nothing anyone could do-” and freezes in the gaze of four hundred pairs of eyes. Oh, they know. They’re all well aware.
Those same hundreds of eyes were there, peering through cracked dormitory doors and squeezing shut as the horrors of the night unfolded. As the stretcher rolled by. As the paramedics walked down the corridors alongside the police. As a misspelled text from an RA drew everyone away from their doors just before the body bag came into view. As the wails of a mother echoed through the vents, haunting the entire hall with her personal apocalypse.
The policemen sigh, look into the crowd, say, “If anyone needs to talk about it, the counseling center has opened emergency spots for the students of this hall. You can also call the hotline.”
The eyes follow the police as they leave.
It’s good to have you in my office, Achates. Shall we begin?
What happened? “Someone died. Someone literally fucking died. No, not died, was found dead. Paramedics don’t walk to a person who still had a chance. Mothers don’t mourn a child who only might have passed on, right? I-”
Did you notice their absence that day? “No, no, would it have helped? God, it would have, wouldn’t it. If someone had noticed, had called in time- could I have helped, was this my fault-”
It wasn’t your fault. What happened next? “Well, uh. I went out of my room when it was quiet. I couldn’t think, the lights were so bright and I didn’t want to be near the vents.” A pause. “I went outside.”
What next? “Uh…. I ran, I think. I was somewhere in the trees, maybe. I don’t remember.”
What happened in the trees? “I…. met someone.” A hand cradling his face, a whisper asking him what was it that bothered him so. His fears laid out, friends dying around him, no one knowing where or when or why. His pleas for anything, anything at all, to help him watch over the people he loved.
You met someone? “Yeah.” The hand moved from his face, the whisper pondering out loud. You can’t watch over your friends because you can’t see like I see. Achates, would you like to see how I see? Don’t cry, we can fix this, you and I…. Achates, would you like to make a deal? “Someone kind.”
Oh? What happened then? The hand returned, and he grasped it firmly. A freedom for a freedom, a rule for a rule. Done. “…. I, uh, I think I blacked out. For a long time.”
You were out for a week, didn’t you know? “I.. yeah. Shotgun told me that already. He brought me home.“ He did. He carried you home. "H.. he did? I don’t- I don’t remember that." Ask him about it sometime. "I- okay. I’ll do that.”
We’re out of time today. Next week, same time? “Yeah…. yeah. Take care." Take care, Achates. "Oh, uh. That’s, uh, that’s not my name anymore.” Oh? “It’s Maro.” Oh, okay. Take care, Maro.
A freedom for a freedom, a rule for a rule. You shall have my sight beyond sight, but I shall have your entering when unwanted.
A few students, invited by the fairies, venture into the woods for a revel. They roll their eyes at the warnings of the others. What could they know? They move past the tree line and on into the woods.
Between the music and the cheering and the dancing, they almost can’t hear the heaving sobs. The desperate pleas of someone forced to watch this parade of lost souls for the second time today. The incoherent wails of someone watching doom unfold from the outside but who cannot come to the rescue. The shuddering breaths of one with perfect knowledge of where and when and why, rendered completely useless by a simple lack of invitation. Maro’s wails echo through the trees, entertaining the entire forest with his personal apocalypse.