Mel
Mel opened his eyes. It felt like an eternity since he focused his mind on his own body. As the god of Melbyreth, the one who kept this world alive, he had no need for his body. He saw his world through the mind of his followers, drifting from place to place like a formless ethereal being. He watched over his world, governed and controlled it through the power he held over the minds of all who his Lifeblood sustained. He'd been everywhere, yet nowhere both at the same time. But now, he awakened...he was in a physical body. The sensation of being in a single location was disorienting. He could still hear the thoughts from the countless minds of the inhabitants of Melbyreth. He'd be able to see through their eyes if he focused. He could even take full control of one of the bodies of the denizens of Melbyreth if he needed to.
Mel had to strain his mind to focus on the single image he saw, the single angle from which he saw the room. It took great mental exertion to understand the forgotten sensation of seeing through only one's own eyes. He was in a dark tomb, pillars of jagged stone reaching up to the ceiling. He lay on a relatively smooth stone slab staring up into the black shadows above.
After a few minutes of laying there, he focused on moving his arm. All he succeeded in doing was moving the arm of one of the denizens of Melbyreth feeding on another. In the name of Aylates! He mentally swore, the curse rebounding through the minds of all who lived off his power. It was so difficult to move just a single body.
He stood up. The longer he was in his body, the easier it became to focus on his sensations. Why was it that he'd awakened? One of the beings of Melbyreth summoned the Legacyblade and reverted to his original form. But that wasn't it. There was some kind of disturbance, something that seemed to violate the very essence of Melbyreth. He focused on the mind of the one who had become a human again, the one who had been known as Aurven. Maybe that would give him a clue.
Since this Eniky was no longer a true being of Melbyreth, it was hard to touch his mind. When he became Eniky again, their Link became very weak. If Eniky hadn't held on to the power Mel had given him, then Mel wouldn't be able to feel his mind anymore. But Eniky knew just how difficult surviving in Melbyreth without power was. Oh yes, Mel remembered the first time Eniky came here. Through Eniky's eyes, it was more like being an allseeing consciousness. There were no nearby beings of Melbyreth. He could still feel the Lifeblood flowing through the ground, Mel's power keeping this world held together, but no living denizen of this world was nearby. But then...what was that with Eniky. Aurven? It looked exactly like Aurven! Yes, there was no mistaking it, it was Eniky's previous form.
Mel focused on the Aurven lookalike, concentrating all power of his vast mind on the being. Yet he felt nothing. No Link. No connection. It was an impostor. It took upon itself the form of one sustained by Mel, yet it was not. He could feel Lifeforce pulsing out of it. True, it was shadowed and darker, but Lifeforce nonetheless.
That fake would pay for taking upon itself the form of a being of Mel. It would pay with more than just its life. He could easily kill it right here, just summon the boiling flames of Melbyreth that lurked beneath the soil: the Lifeblood holding Melbyreth together. He could consume the being in flames and be done with it. But no, it would suffer the pains of a thousand hells. He focused on Eniky again. He would use him to capture her. He tried moving Eniky towards her, but...no the Link was too weak now.
"Attention all who live from my strength." Mel projected his voice into the mind of every inhabitant of Melbyreth. Only Eniky, and those sustained by Mel's power could hear his voice in their minds. "There is an impostor, one who mocks our very existence!" He placed the fake's image into their minds, and mentally drove them towards it: guiding all the beings of Melbyreth to the impostor's location. His consciousness was everywhere for his mind was even in the fires beneath the soil. No matter where it went, he'd see the fake at all times, and so all of Melbyreth would know where its location. "Do not kill the fake, bring it to me. I will show it what happens to those who sin against the great god Mel."
(FAX, if you're reading Eniky's thoughts, you would have just heard the message.)