4: Error and Quantyan (1/3)

With the Lost Child, they were ready to face the Myst but there was one problem that they had just realised. "What is Cal meant to do exactly?" They never gave that any thought, "I think he needs to fight it?" They felt that it wasnt what Cal was meant to do, "then what is Cal meant to do?" A moment of silence was enough for them to panic, "my purpose was to rebuild the Order."
"Still it doesn't feel like that's what you was supposed to do." Macro was focusing on getting the others to Androes, "Macro... you've been with Cal for a decade or two... surely you must know." Macro looked at them and told them, "Right now, it's not about what Cal is suppose to do... its about solving this..." Macro showed them a box that had strange symbols embedded on them, "what do you think this means?" Macro doesnt know the answer, "what I know is that what's in here is going to lead us to the answer of how we defeat the Myst... I also heard that it has powers of telling you about the past... the future... even the Origin." They didn't understand what Macro was referring to, "250 years ago, I heard about this lost legend about a man named Dept... he lived in Ancartia... sadly it doesnt exist... anymore... but there was a rumour that he knows the answer to what the Order was looking for... he never spoke about it... even his last days... for me, I was searching for clues about Dept's treasure until I met Cal... I still want to find the treasure but... theres something thats holding me back... I dont know what it is but what I know is that its killing me on the inside... Dept was the first and I mean the founder of the Order, he built more than a million Arkomanan blades that are now lost to existence, the last known blade was with a man named Jarkye... it turns out that Jarkye was a traitor to the Order and left, along with the blade... the ones that you three have... they're nothing but replicas, turns out that the Order was clever... oh SHOOT!!" The ship was almost about to hit a meteor, Macro missed it in the nick of time, he looked back at the others who were upside down, "sorry..."
"I've got one question about you Macro... how do you know if this is true?" Macro showed Erika a missing page that looked more than 100 years old, "its surprising how you managed to keep it stable despite the fact... it's old." Macro gently took the page back, "its valuable to me and I cant allow anything to go wrong."

"Then tell us..." Macro was puzzled into what Cal was talking about, "I want to know about how you ended up as a prisoner inside my body and what were you doing before you met me." Macro felt it was unnecessary for him to talk about it, "Hey! You owe me 15 years for having to stay in my body, time is due..." Macro laughed and replied, "alright fine... I'll tell you... the date was 0003 MRC, I had been given a bounty on a politics head, the cash was high so I took it, I took the money, I went after him, I rented out a ship and it took me to the planet of Zhanthal, that was where I came across a tribe, they were extremely friendly but they warned me about a dangerous man who was the reason for their banishment, I knew they were talking about the politic and I ensure them I would be safe... oh and that was when I came across you Cal, you were so young and so passionate, I saw in you that you loved to make things, I heard the tribe talk about how you were an incredible blacksmith and that you wanted to be one in the future... but what I heard from the tribe was that you had lost your mother and father when you were young and they took you in... it made me think about my time with my brothers..."

"Wait... how old were you when you met Cal? I remember going there when I was... 21 at the time..." Macro replied, "I'm suppose to be 39 now... so I guess you can say... 25?"
"Sorry to interrupt you guys but I'm interested in hearing the rest of the story... continue Macro." Macro thanked Azriel and continued, "The tribe saw that me and Macro were getting along so they thought that Cal was best off with me... I didnt want to risk his life with the mission I currently had but they insisted, they thought that he was better off with me... so I accepted it, i held Cal and placed him inside my backpack, he continuously played peekaboo everytime he was in the backpack..."
"Guys! I have some bad news... purgists are on our back... we need to take care of them somehow." they knew that if they killed them then they were surely about to call reinforcements (note: when a purgist dies, either by slaughter or by anything dangerous for e.g: acid, they have a distress signal button lodged into their arms and whenever they die, it will send it back to the Purgists Armada.)