Memory Rhazien peeked out of one of TUBA's secret tunnels that lead into the Underground. He checked behind him to see if he was being followed by any of his friends and associates. He was alone, or not in human company, his spren sat on the palm of his hand. "Are you sure?" He asked Atha. "Hmmmm. Yes, he is here." She said. There was a suspicious character hanging around the Alleyverse the past few months. He was relatively confident that it wasn't anyone, he knew using the surge of illumination. No, this was someone else. Someone that he could receive information from, at the very least. That was if Rhazien could catch him. The shifty figure, had a way of getting the better of him. He would lead Rhazien on a chase where the figure would attack him on the occasions where Rhazien would nearly get the better of him. Even then the figure would refuse to speak, despite Rhazien trying insults, questions, and remarks. Rhazien stepped into the alleyway. The brick doorway slid shut, returning the wall to its normal smooth flat surface. He checked his weapons, securing them. He pulled a cloth across his mouth and nose, concealing much of his identity. He teleported to the top of the Bakery, to get a better vantage point. The figure stood on another rooftop, his cloak flapped in the wind. The cloak seemed to be split into several ribbons or strips, each whipping the air wildly. Rhazien took a few steps backward before running and leaping in the air. While in the air he phased to the nearest roof. The mistborn, or Rhazien assumed so, hopped into the alley below. Rhazien phased from rooftop to rooftop following the figure as he navigated the complexity of the Alleyvillage with its winding alleyways. The alleyvillage didn't contain streets like others did. It was compact. The figure led him to the edge of the town. At the wall surrounding the town, the figure hesitated. He turned to see if Rhazien still tailed him. That is when he struck. As he phased into the cognitive realm and back to the physical realm, he summoned Atha as a naginata, swinging at the figure's face. The man brought up a pair of obsidian axes. Rhazien smirked as he thought of the man's expression, and what emotion would show when he sheared through the black rock as if it were playdoh. He had sworn the Third Oath of the Elsecallers a few days before. The man didn't make any response when his axes fell into four pieces. Rhazien deliberately dismisses his blade before any damage could be done to the figure. There was the sound of plinking as coins hit the ground. The man shot out into the air. "Perhaps you are ready." Came the first words Rhazien had heard. Shocked, Rhazien nearly let the man disappear into the mists beyond the city. He teleported after him. The man led him to a place that would overlook the city if the mists had not been out. They, the mists, swirled around the man beckoning playfully as if a child begging his father to spend time with him. "Who are you?" A question Rhazien asked the most. "I am nobody of import." was the reply. "It takes somebody skilled in their investiture to slip out of my grasp." "The only thing you need to know is contained in here." The figure said tossing Rhazien a bag. Inside was a small metal ring. "A metalmind?" "Yes, one that contains fortune." The man answered. "It bears a warning and a message. Perhaps you can defeat it where others have failed. Gather them, the investitures, they will be needed!" The man disappeared into the mists, leaving Rhazien alone. Curious, Rhazien slipped the ring on his finger. Knowing it was a metalmind, helped him sense the power inside. He could see it, feel it. He did not have the ability to store fortune, Rhazien was certain of that but he did feel that he could access the power stored inside. He tapped it. What he saw frightened him. A power so great that one like himself was insignificant. He stood on the outskirts of a town that was not only on fire but being torn apart by earthen tendrils. The tremors in the ground testified of earthquakes that happened below. Lightning struck the highest buildings, and a part of the city seemed to have sunk into the earth and was covered by water. Several tornadoes raged through the large city, flinging debris, people, and other objects into the air. All of this seemed to be directed by a single pulsating grey cloud at the center. Power from the metal pillars, at the edge of the city, seemed to be flowing into the creature. Somehow Rhazien was able to identify the power as different types of investiture. The spires seemed similar to spikes, in his opinion. It seemed this thing fed of investiture stored in end negative arts. It was pure chaos. Chaos. Yes, that was a good name for what was happening. Chaos. He knew this thing, whatever it was, needed to be stopped. He needed to follow what the man had said if he was to stop the destruction that was coming. *** "That is what happened." Rhazien told Yzabet. "Here is the coppermind that hold that memory if you would like to see for yourself." He passed the coppermind to her. "I just need to collect Forgery, Bloodsealing, Chayshan, Sand Mastery, and maybe one or two more that have slipped my mind. I don't know how to use all my investiture accurately or precisely just yet. As of right now, I have collected both Surgebinding and Voidbinding, I have metalminds, I can access the Dor in two different ways, as a Dakhor, and as an Elantrian, or I think at least, I have Allomancy, I snapped at a young age when I was drowning in Shadesmar, though I could only burn Duralumin which was useless, since I could not have any other Allomantic ability. My parents were Scadrian refugees on Roshar. When I received Hemalugry, that all changed as I could use Duralumin to enhance my Rioting and Soothing. Although I haven't tried it yet. I betrayed TUBA by getting these cursed spikes, yet I had to get them, to save everyone. Septimus assumes I betrayed my oaths as well but they are based on perception." Rhazien's voice dropped to a whisper at this point, tears streamed down his face. "That is why I left. Archer and I thought it would be better to be safe than sorry, so I left TUBA, I couldn't hurt anyone, especially you. I couldn't bear the thought of destroying TUBA with my own hands but being controlled by another. The decision was made before I received the spike, of course. It was better this way." Rhazien's gaze had fallen to the floor, in shame, and guilt.
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