Vaeramae unwrapped the tablet with shaking hands. What did she do with it now? The tablet was hers. She could lay claim to the universe if she wanted. All that was needed were seals to proclaim her as owner. So much trouble over a simple contract. She held it in her hands, not sure what to expect. It was a simple clay tablet, angular type markings that she had never seen before etched into its surface. The Tablet of Destinies. Amit could be stopped.
When it began to crumble in her hands, she inhaled sharply. Panic flooded her entire being. Without the tablet, the Devourer couldn’t be stopped. If the tablet were destroyed, wouldn’t massive amounts of energy be pouring out across the universe?
That was her first clue: there was nothing attached to the clay. No magic, no energy, nothing pouring out of it as the tablet fell apart. It was a fake. Did Lotan know that or did he think that the clay he took from Marduk was genuine? Was it Marduk that Lotan met or someone else? The tablet that she helped find, did Marduk take it knowing it was a fake?
A thought took root in her mind and began to grow. Lotan and many others wanted the tablet, all for various reasons. Ammit wanted it to prevent being chained once more. Marduk wanted it for safe keeping. Lotan wanted it to change only one world, despite being ancient and powerful, and a part of the fundamental workings of the universe. He knew more than she ever would by the simple fact that he was a god.
Decided, Vaeramae wrapped the pieces up, lacing them in a satchel, and made her way to the Fae Forest. When she came upon Lotan, she hesitated for a moment. Steeling her resolve, the woman walked purposefully forward and grasped the spear shaft. She could still feel the spell at work, then lose some of its power as she pulled the weapon free.
Lotan drowsily opened his eyes, focusing one great pupil on the woman. Before he could speak, Vaeramae dumped the ruined tablet on the floor. “It’s a fake.” She waited for the information to sink in before continuing.
The dragon stirred, a faint rumble heard in his chest. He knew her words to be true. With the tablet in pieces, he should be free of his current prison. He was not. Like Vaeramae, he couldn’t sense any of the magic that should be there. “Marduk,” he rumbled accusingly.
She followed his logic, reasoning that Marduk created a copy or many to dupe others, giving it the familiar feel of magic that the original holds. “It is plausible that Marduk and others spread stories about many tablets instead of just one. More likely, tablets were created in the same image of the original to protect the real tablet.”
Lotan thought that over, and finally asked, “What is it that you want, woman?”
The King of Sea Dragons laughed, the sound echoing loudly about them. “Why? For that matter, what makes you think I would divulge any information to you? You and those two princelings have me trapped here, and once you’re done asking your questions, the spear will go back into my flesh and I’ll be slumbering once more. No. I will not give you what you seek.”
“Ammit is devouring worlds.”