Alexander opened his eyes and looked around to see where he was. It seed to be so kind of a desert with lots of ruins of various buildings. There was sand all around with little to no vegetation.
"Damn, I guess people here did so voodoo stuff." Alexander wondered while looking around at a circular pattern on a wall. It looked beautiful but aningful too.
He quickly took out his mobile phone and instantly mory started flowing in. It was like a monologue with so pictures.
"A long ti ago, this too was like earth. But, thirst for immortality brought doom to this city and created sothing that wasn't supposed to exist, sothing that changed humans by introducing the forbidden knowledge.
"As a True God, you reign supre, but will you still be bound by the laws of equivalent exchange? Things may not always be as simple as they seem to be.
"Many plots happen under the shade of ignorance. You are an employee of Astris's Army. You work in the archaeological departnt and are responsible for securing relics. You ca to the lost city of Xerxes for research. But there is a surprise here, waiting for you.
World Purity - 50%"
Alexander was a bit shocked seeing the world's purity. "Ah, this world is full of sinners, Dobby."
Dobby had arrived outside and he looked around. "Hmm, it does seem to be full of sin. Well, I also feel the presence of Dark Magic here for so reason."
As an elf, Dobby had a higher sensitivity when it ca to reading the air around them.
"Oh, wait. Let
check my clothes. I don't rember putting them on." Alexander said. He was wearing simple grey pants and a white shirt with grey robes over it. He had a bag tied to his back.
He searched it and found his identification card. "Hah, I look handso in this. Let's see. Astris Army, Major General, Head of Archaeological departnt. Well, it seems I am kind of a successful person. From my mories, I at least know that the level of technology in this world is that of the early 90s from the real world.
"But I was never interested in Archaeology. Why am I head of this departnt?"
"Maybe because in this departnt you will have the freedom to travel wherever you want," Dobby suggested.
"Hmm, a good possibility. But let's not fret about it and let's explore." Alexander cheered and flew up in the air to look around.
He started looking around at the area and the ruins. It seed like Persian architecture. "Hmm, whatever happened here must have been sudden."
"Oh, what do we have here? Is this so kind of a canal?" Alexander wondered when he ca to the perfectly dugout canal-like area. For so reason, the sand inside it was hard, as if it was burned.
"Hmm, let's get a bit higher to have a better look," Dobby suggested.
They flew higher and saw the whole structure. "Dobby, I am having a bad feeling about this. This does not look like a canal. This looks like the sa voodoo pattern we saw in the ruins. Except, here, it was dug to surround the city."
"Were they trying to protect themselves with so magic?" Dobby wondered.
"Well, we will find out soon. That's how things go on. All I know is that this place must be important if we want to solve all the mysteries in this world." Alexander comnted.
"Boss, look, there are so tents." Dobby pointed to smaller ruins.
They both flew to it and found people there. All of them had white hair and red-eye. They all looked pale and weak.
"This looks like so kind of a refugee camp," Alexander said and went closer.
"WAIT! What are they doing?"
...
The people were all Ishvalan refugees. Since the ti of civil war, they had found refuge in the ruins.
Ishvalans were indigenous people of the nation called Ishval, which would co to be a region in the southeastern area of greater Astris. The Ishvalans were an ethno-religious group identified by their ethnicity but unified by common religious beliefs.
The culture of the Ishvalan people was steeped heavily in their religious ideology, which marks the earth god Ishvala as the sole true god and lord of all creation. They were called to pray fervently to Ishvala and live lives of simplicity and righteousness as part of his creed.
It was likely that Ishvalans' strict code of religious conduct was borne from the severity of the land they lived on, which was not largely farmable and contained very few natural resources, if any.
Ishvalans considered their nas sacred, as gifts from God, and usually wore sashes striped with burgundy and gold, presumably as a sign of their faith.
However, the most contentious point of the Ishvalan religion was its rejection of the craft of alchemy, considering it a practice based in hubris, perverting the natural creations of Ishvala into unnatural forms and thereby suggesting that human hands are more capable. Alchemy was so hated by the Ishvalan people that those found practicing it were exiled from the community and branded with a mark of sha that prohibits faithful Ishvalans from interacting with them.
After the annexation of Ishval by Asris, Ishvalans beca normalized Astrian citizens by law. But their radical cultural differences, particularly their aversion to alchemy, put them at odds with the rest of the Astrian population until tensions on both sides culminated in the Ishval Civil War in 1901. Then it all led to a full-scale eradication of their ethnic group.
Those that remained were still hated and hunted in Astris, so they found refuge wherever possible.
When the people living in the camp in the ruins saw Alexander, they thought that he was a wicked alchemist. But, as Alexadner ca closer, they saw his features. Tall, white hair and golden eyes.
Now, none of them knew what their god looked like. But for so reason when they saw Alexander, they felt that God must look like this.
So, while Alexander hovered over their heads, they all kneeled to the ground and started chanting their god's na.
"ISHVALA... ISHVALA... ISHVALA"
...
Alexander didn't know if he should be happy or sad. He always tries to not act like a god but just after looking at him, he was branded a god again.
"Boss, I think they see you as their god or sothing," Dobby pointed out.
"I know, Dobby. I know."
*Sigh*
He landed in the middle of an empty area. The people quickly ca to him running and kneeled.
"Please help us, god Ishvala."
"My son is sick, god. Please save him."
"Please enlighten us, Great Ishvala."
Alexander looked at their ragtag clothes and shrunken bodies. It was clear as day that they had not eaten anything in a long ti. But Alexander didn't know anything about their culture.
So, he looked at the mory of the oldest one of them and saw the world history through his eyes. Quickly, he found out everything. About them, the civil war, their extermination, and the main bad elent in all this was called Astris, for whose army he seed to work.
~Well, I guess I'll be a secret god now.~
"SILENCE!"
"I know you're in great pain, that is why I will build your hos here. I will build wells for you and make so land fertile. I can only show you the way, you will have to help yourself after that. That is the right way." Alexander told them.
All of them cheered and started chanting sothing that made Alexander chuckle internally.
"THIS IS THE WAY!"
"THIS IS THE WAY!"
Alexander just shook his head and got to work. ~Did I make Mandalorians here?~
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