Chapter 2: Reunion and Reconciliation. The City State of Amazonia. Near the wall of the city. Bora Infirmary. 12XX BCE. Bora Maxwell or Bora POV. My brother… Yeong was alive. A tumult of emotions surged within me as I sat vigil by the side of a man whose stature resembled that of a titan. His robust form, dressed in garments too modest for the opulence of Amazonia’s grandeur, lay in repose amidst the splendor. There he was, his breathing rhythmic and deep, his face—a map of old wars and endured hardships. With a hand that quivered like a leaf in the wind, I brushed back a stray lock of his raven hair, feeling the sting of both solace and grief in my chest. Had it been decades, or perhaps centuries, since our paths had diverged since destiny’s harsh winds had swept him away? “Yeong,” the name escaped my lips, a mere whisper lost in the cacophony of the city’s life. “Brother, What strange roads led you here? What trials have you faced? And by the gods, what happened to you? ” Gazing upon Yeong’s still form, a deluge of memories breached the walls of my mind. The Alaskan woods of our youth, where we roamed and revealed in fraternal bonds; the echoes of our mirth that once filled the corridors of our abode. Then came the fateful day when he was wrenched from my grasp, meeting his end while embracing his passion and preserving another’s existence. Tears threatened to breach the dams of my eyes, a testament to the years of separation, the ache of absence that had haunted me. Yet now, beholding him in his unconscious but unmistakably breathing form, a spark of hope flickered to life within my soul. My thoughts drift back to today's series of events that led up to this moment of reunion. As dawn broke over Amazonia, the city awoke to its usual symphony of activity. The morning light, breaking through the mist, bathed the city in a warm glow. My day commenced with the customary care of the ailing, a routine I shared with one of my sisters-in-arms, Althea, my esteemed colleague and equal. Yet, this day was destined to diverge from the ordinary. Philippus, a fellow Amazon Warrior, close friend, and trusted comrade, burst into the infirmary, urgency etched in her every move. She and her party had been on a routine scouting mission near the Thermodon River when one of her subordinates, Sonja, stumbled upon a lone boat wreck survivor, half-drowned and barely conscious. Upon seeing the giant of a man's condition and compelled by duty and compassion, the veteran Amazon captain and her party immediately brought the formidable stranger to my care. Upon his arrival, I could not help but marvel at his stature, his muscles were as strong and thick as tree trunks, and his yellowish skin was scarred and bore the etchings of innumerable battles. His appearance was a stark contrast to the delicate nature of Amazonian architecture and the elegance of its culture. However, despite his rough and intimidating appearance, I could sense a hidden nobility within him, an aura of authority and power, a quiet confidence that belied his imposing physique. As I am just about to perform a quick physical examination, my eyes then wander to his visage, and a pang of recognition strikes me. That face, those features—it was familiar, yet a ghostly shadow of what I once remembered. A long-buried memory stirred from the recesses of my mind, the image of a young man, freshly minted from the Police Academy, his gaze brimming with enthusiasm and joy, his face bearing a resemblance to the man who now lay before me. My breath catches in my throat, and tears threaten to spill from my eyes. A thousand questions and emotions surge within me, yet all I can do is stand there, frozen in shock and disbelief. Then just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard his voice, a mere whisper, yet its deep baritone resonated with a familiar cadence. "Bora... Sisters?" "Y-Yeong?" The name escaped my lips, a mere whisper in the silence then I shook my head, my face becoming serious as I spun around to the gathering of Amazons. “Philippus, take our sisters away. I must tend to him alone.” "But-" “No time for debate. Leave us… Please…” The Ebony Amazon veterans and captain hesitate for the briefest of moments. Then with a nod of acquiescence, Philippus led the others away, leaving me in the company of Yeong. A tempest of questions loomed, but I anchored myself in the present. His welfare was paramount. I drew closer, our hands clasping, his big hand against mine, the warmth of his life force mingling with mine as he once again felt unconscious. And so, the present unfolded, and I confirmed his well-being. My examination revealed Yeong’s robust health, surpassing even the most seasoned warrior women of Amazonia which was remarkable. His fatigue was not of the body but borne of a weary journey, exposure to the elements, and the weight of his circumstances. There, by his side, the chamber’s ambiance was aglow with the fire pit's soft radiance, casting a serene light upon us. My hands unconsciously adjusted my toga, grappling with the magnitude of our reunion. Yeong once thought lost to the abyss of time, was here—breathing, existing in this very world. It was a reality that defied comprehension. After Yeong’s passing, I was engulfed by a grief so profound it threatened to unravel the very fabric of my being. The void left by his absence was a maelstrom of despair, a hollow that seemed to consume my very soul. The pain was a relentless specter, driving me to the brink of insanity, ultimately leading to my own tragic demise and the subsequent rebirth into the Amazonian fold—a race of warrior women born from Greek mythology, crafted by the hands of Olympian goddesses to propagate Gaea’s message of peace, tolerance, and equality. In this new chapter of existence, I discovered comfort and a sense of purpose among the Amazons. I seized the opportunity to refine my skills and contribute to my new community, drawing upon the medical knowledge from my previous life. This allowed me to ascend the ranks swiftly, earning the position of a respected healer and counselor to General Antiope, the esteemed second-in-command of our nation. As time wove its relentless tapestry, I learned to coexist with the ache of Yeong’s absence—a constant, dull pain that was now a part of me. Yet, there were moments when the grief would surge like a tempest, threatening to overwhelm me once again. But at this moment, as I sat by his side, his undeniable presence brought forth a torrent of questions. From where had he come? How had he found his way here? What had transpired to bring him to this state since our paths had tragically diverged? I couldn’t help but observe the stark contrast between us. Yeong had aged like a sculpture weathered by time, his features although scarred were etched with a rugged grace of some sort, while I retained a youthful vibrance, untouched by the passage of years. The disparity was a stark reminder of the divergent journeys time had charted for us. A wave of sorrow washed over me as I contemplated our past—our family, our friends, the brotherly bond that had been the bedrock of our existence—all now seemed like distant echoes of a former life. We were no longer the people we once were; time had molded us anew. Yet, amidst the change, a part of me remained steadfast—the part that longed for the closeness we once shared, the unconditional love and loyalty that had been the cornerstone of our relationship. I yearned to reach out, to embrace him, to feel his presence and confirm that he was indeed here with me, alive and whole. Knock! Knock! The sound was a gentle summons, pulling me from the labyrinth of my thoughts. With a grace born of years in the healing arts, I glided to the chamber's entrance, nestled in the infirmary's most tranquil wing. As the portal yielded, my heart skipped a beat at the vision before me, her presence a balm to my soul. A sight both familiar and comforting—a colleague and… dear friend, her golden locks and cerulean gaze a testament to her beauty. She was Althea, renowned across Amazonia for her healing prowess and valued for her counsel. Among the women of our order, she alone matched my expertise in both the medicinal and martial disciplines. Our bond was a tapestry woven from threads of deep respect and friendly competition, a product of our shared Amazonian journey. As Chief Surgeon, Althea oversaw the main infirmary at the heart of Amazonia, while I helmed our secondary healing haven on the city’s fringe. Together, we mentored the medical neophytes and honed the skills of our healers. Our debates were frequent, often spirited exchanges on the nuances of treatment and surgical practice. Despite our occasional clashes, our shared dedication to healing and mutual achievements forged a bond of friendship that was both profound and enduring. As she entered, the space between us charged with an unspoken connection. "Althea," I greeted, my voice softer than intended, a smile playing upon my lips. "Your presence is always a gift." Her laughter, light and melodious, filled the room, easing the weight of my responsibilities. "Bora, distance never dims the call of friendship—or curiosity," she teased, her gaze lingering on mine before turning to the figure resting in the chamber. Yeong's formidable presence drew her attention, yet it was the unguarded look of awe in her eyes that caught my breath. "He's... remarkable," she whispered, a note of wonder threading her words. I felt a flush of protectiveness, my gaze meeting hers with a gentle chiding. "Althea, please have some decorum," I murmured, though my heart raced at the thought of her so near. Her response was a symphony of admiration and mischief. “Bora, he’s like a sculpture chiseled by the divine. His form is magnificent! By Hera, he’s colossal, dwarfing even our mightiest.” Her eyes met mine, alight with playful challenge. “Tell me, have you conducted a full examination? Employed the… Coveted techniques… of our sisterhood upon him? Or perhaps I should—” "Althea," I said, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions her words conjured. My hand found her shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie laced with an unspoken plea. "Let us first restore his vigor before we explore such... intimate ministrations." The prospect of employing the Amazonian rites of recovery on my brother, rites deeply intimate yet hallowed within our ranks, stirred a profound discomfort within me. These rituals, held in high esteem by my sisters, felt wholly indecent given the situation—especially considering the professional standards I upheld in my past life. To subject my own kin to such rites was… inappropriate and wrong at the same time. It was a boundary that I steadfastly refused to transgress. "Bora, you cannot deny the pull of curiosity—to test his mettle against our own," she pressed, her voice akin to a siren's call. "His well-being is our priority," I insisted, my words a lighthouse guiding us back to safer shores. "In time, we may uncover his… capabilities... For now, he needs rest and care.”  A pout graced her lips, a fleeting shadow of disappointment. "Of course," she conceded, her tone softening. She inhaled deeply, the healer's poise returning. "So, do tell me, who is he? What strange tide brought this… formidable figure of a man… to our shores?" The question hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the complexity of my predicament. How could I explain the unexplainable? How could I reveal that Yeong and I are twins, an unheard-of concept among the Amazons, created by the Goddess without male kin? The true origin and enigma of my existence—a life once human, a Medical Student, and a prodigy now reborn into myth—was a tale untold among my sisters. I had deemed it unnecessary, a chapter closed as I sought to heal. But fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony and the past I thought I had departed now stood before me, breathing and real, demanding acknowledgment. Yeong’s return has resurrected a past I had consigned to memory, compelling me to reconcile the woman I am with the life I once lived. Exhaling deeply, I prepared to unveil a truth long concealed. “This man… his name is Yeong,” I whispered, the name resonating in the quietude of the room. “But Before I answer your question… there… is something you should know, Althea, we have journeyed together through many seasons, yet… there’s a truth about us—about me, that related to this man here in particular—that I’ve withheld. It’s a truth no one else knows, but with what has transpired at the moment, it’s time I share it and get it off my chest now rather than later. It’s the absolute truth, and I need you to trust me. What I’m about to reveal may seem unbelievable, so I implore you to listen with an open heart. Will you do that?” The Amazon healer’s gaze held mine, unwavering, as the weight of my words settled in the air. Then, her expression shifted, solemnity giving way to understanding, and a gentle nod of acceptance graced her attractive visage. "Speak, Bora. Your burdens are mine to share." Summoning my courage, I inhaled deeply, ready to cast off the shroud of secrecy that had long been my companion. As I faced Althea and took her slender hand in mine, her cerulean gaze, a silent comfort, a harbor in the tempest of my confession, I felt the chains of my hidden past begin to dissolve. Turning once more to behold Yeong, the truth yearned for release. “Yeong Maxwell… The man before us… he is my brother. My twin.”

Back to Yeong Maxwell or Yeong's POV. Guest Room. A Day later… My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the chamber. The room was a symphony of tranquility, the soft glow of the fire pit casting dancing shadows on the walls. I was in a bed, the sheets soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the harsh elements I had braved in my journey. Struggling to rise, my body resisted with a muted throb of discomfort. My eyes roamed the unfamiliar space, absorbing the alien environment. The architectural style was vaguely familiar, a fusion of majesty and fortitude, echoing the days when I served as a Custodian under the Emperor of Mankind during his Great Crusade in the 40k Universe. The splendor of the room, the elaborate patterns carved into the walls, and the gentle radiance of the fire pit, all mirrored the Emperor’s palace on Terra. However, a unique element set this place apart - a peaceful calm that was conspicuously absent in the battle-scarred vistas of my history. Rising from the bed, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I steadied myself, my hand gripping the edge of the bed. My body was still weak, the remnants of my ordeal in the sea lingering like a ghost. I took a moment to gather my strength, my gaze wandering to the window of this chamber. The view was breathtaking, a panorama of a city bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The architecture was a harmonious blend of nature and craftsmanship, the buildings adorned with intricate carvings and surrounded by lush greenery. The sight was a stark contrast to the war-torn landscapes I had grown accustomed to. “Where in the Emperor’s name am I?” I muttered, my voice a hoarse whisper. The question echoed in the silence of the room, a testament to my confusion and disorientation. As I wrestled with the unfamiliarity of my surroundings, a gentle knock resonated through the chamber. The door slowly swung open, unveiling a silhouette illuminated by the soft hallway light. As she stepped into the room, my eyes widened in recognition, and for the first time since my transformation into a Custodian, I experienced a rush of emotions that were both foreign and comforting. It was Bora… my sister… my twin… and she appeared… radiant… like a beacon of elegance and power, her beauty unmarred by the passage of time. Her verdant eyes, reflecting our shared history, held a depth of emotion that stirred my soul. A sense of familiarity washed over me, a connection that seemed to defy the constraints of time and space. It felt as though the universe had orchestrated our reunion, mending the frayed threads of our shared past. “Bora,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. The sight of her brought forth a torrent of memories, a deluge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to say, but all I could do was stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is that really you?” She moved closer, her steps soft and measured. As she neared, I could see the concern etched on her half-Korean face, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and worry. She reached out, her slender hand gently brushing against my cheek, a gesture so familiar yet so foreign. “I'm here, your sister is here…” she finished, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hand was warm against my cheek, a comforting presence that grounded me in the reality of the moment. “I’m here, Yeong.” The words hung in the air, a testament to the profound bond that had been rekindled. A wave of relief washed over me, a soothing balm to the turmoil that had been churning within me. My sister, my twin, was here with me. The reality of her presence, the undeniable truth of our reunion, was a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty. “Bora…I— Oh!” I began to murmur, but I was suddenly taken off guard when Bora suddenly embraced me in a hug, her arms wrapping around me in a gesture of warmth and familiarity. The sudden contact startled me, but I found myself returning the embrace, my arms instinctively wrapping around her slender form. The sensation was comforting and warm to the storm of emotions raging within me. “Bora,” I murmured, my voice calm yet… filled with a sense of disbelief. “I can’t believe it’s really you,” I managed to say, my voice choked with emotion. “After all these years…” Bora pulled back slightly, her verdant eyes meeting mine. “It’s me, Yeong,” she said softly, her hand reaching up to gently brush a stray lock of hair from my forehead. “I’m here.” SMACK!* The sharp sound of the slap reverberated through the room, a stark interruption to the unfolding drama. “Ouch!” The exclamation was instinctive, a natural response to the unexpected pain that flared across my cheek. I turned to Bora, my eyes wide with shock. “Bora!” I cried out, incredulous. “Why would you do that?” Bora stood resolute, her arms folded across her ample chest, her posture as unyielding as her gaze. “That,” she declared, her finger pointed accusingly, “is for the torment you put me through after the Denali Incident. We mourned you, brother… we were certain you had perished. We even held funerals…” Her words struck me, a mixture of confusion and realization dawning upon me. “I… I never intended for any of this,” I faltered, the weight of her words pressing down on me. “I had no choice, Bora. The lives of those hikers were my responsibility. My duty as a Deputy Sheriff was to protect, even at the cost of my own life.” I paused, seeking in her eyes some semblance of understanding. “But here I am, returned to you. And for all the anguish my absence has caused, I am deeply sorry.” The sternness in Bora’s eyes melted into a poignant blend of sorrow and solace. “I understand, Yeong,” she responded softly, her voice a soothing tide. “You’ve always acted with honor.” Her hand reached out, resting on my shoulder, a silent symbol of forgiveness. “But knowing that doesn’t ease the pain. We grieved for you, Yeong. By Hera… I believed I had lost you to eternity.” “…” “…” “I’m aware,” I whispered back, the remorse evident in my tone. “For that, I apologize.” Bora exhaled, her features relaxing as she regarded me with a tender gaze. “Then make me a promise, Yeong,” she implored, her voice a mere breath. “Promise me there will be no more farewells.” Silence hung between us, heavy with the gravity of her request. Finally, I took her hand, holding it firmly, a silent vow in my grasp. “I promise you, Bora,” I affirmed with conviction. “There will be no more goodbyes.” “Good…” she murmured a soft affirmation hanging in the air. A thoughtful murmur escaped me as I gently touched my cheek and attended to the unexpected nosebleed, a sense of wonder in my voice. “I must ask, and please don’t be offended, but your slap, Bora, it had a force unexpected from someone of your stature, even for a person as robust as myself.” Bora’s laughter was light and airy, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “So you’ve experienced its might?” she replied, her tone playful as she produced a napkin from her toga and handed it to me. “It’s our Amazonian gift. We are crafted by the Olympian goddess to be embodiments of vigor, both in spirit and body, and that includes the ability to deliver a mighty slap when needed. But then again, who am I to speak? You’re quite the sight yourself, brother. What has become of you?” Amazonian gift? Olympian Goddess? I thought with a questioning countenance as I picked up the napkin Bora offered, dabbing at the trickle of blood from my nose with a mixture of amusement and gratitude. Her question lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of the enigma that was my current state. With a self-deprecating grin, I surveyed my transhuman physique, its detailed craftsmanship a tribute to the Emperor’s ambitious scheme for his subjects. “Well…” I started, managing a wry smile despite my marred features. “It seems we both have tales to share, don’t we? How about this: I’ll start with my story, and then you can tell me yours, along with where in the Emperor’s vast cosmos we are,” I proposed, my curiosity ignited by the enigma of our locale. Bora’s grin grew broader as she motioned towards the window. “This is the City State of Amazonia, the stronghold of the Amazon warriors. It’s a realm of valor, honor, and camaraderie among sisters,” she said, her voice filled with a sense of pride. “As for my tale… let’s hold off on that for now. I’m eager to hear all about your adventures first.” “Well…” I started, my demeanor shifting to one of solemnity as echoes of my past as a Custodian in the tumultuous Warhammer 40000 Universe resurfaced. “If you truly wish to know, be warned—it’s a chronicle steeped in darkness and conflict. My odyssey unfolded in a galaxy besieged by ceaseless war, where humankind waged a desperate battle for existence against a myriad of foes. But tell me, before we delve into this saga, in our previous life, are you familiar with the lore of Warhammer 40000?”

Hour later... An hour had passed, and there I was, alone with my thoughts in the guest room. The unexpected reunion with Bora had stirred a whirlwind of memories and emotions within me. Her transformation into an Amazon warrior, shaped by the divine hands of Olympian goddesses, was a concept I struggled to fully grasp. Yet, despite her altered appearance, Bora was still the sister I knew, having grown from a passionate medical student to a revered healer and advisor within her Amazonian community. She seemed to be in the same situation as I was, being… isekai… but Her reluctance to speak of the time between my supposed death and her rebirth suggested a period of profound hardship, a sentiment that resonated deeply with me. Bora chose to speak of her life now, as one of the pioneering Amazons of this world. She recounted her initial challenges, the bonds she formed, and her ascent to a position of respect as a surgeon and counselor. She spoke of the solidarity among her sisters, their collective dedication to their mission, and their unwavering commitment to the cause of Gaea. Bora depicted Amazonia’s way of life as an amalgamation of Amazonian principles, cultural expressions, and the martial spirit—a community predominantly led by women, yet flourishing through collective solidarity and support. While she conceded that sporadic skirmishes with neighboring factions arose, she assured that these were minor and never gravely serious. Bora tended to a modest clinic nestled on the outskirts of the city, a haven for the ailing and a beacon of enlightenment for seekers of wisdom. She also spoke of the central infirmary, the medical heart of Amazonia, where her most distinguished kin sought healing, and which was under the stewardship of Althea, her friend and professional counterpart. Her tales depicted an almost utopian society, mirroring the future I had envisioned as a Custodian—a future where peace and prosperity reigned, and the scars of perpetual conflict were healed. It was a dream I had harbored, and in Amazonia, it seemed within reach. Taking a deep breath, I anchored myself in the now. My eyes lingered on the window scene of the clearly ancient mythological Greek city, mesmerized by its twilight's gentle hold. The peace surrounding me stood in stark relief against the war-torn landscapes that haunted my memory. Pausing to reflect, I opened my Minecraft System, taking stock of my inventory. Power Armor, materials, and gear were all in place. My attention shifted to the armor slot, noting the tattered condition of my gear for just an instant before shutting the system down. My mind wandered, pondering my next move in this serene yet unfamiliar world. This was unmistakably Terra—Earth. Yet, it was as if I had arrived in an epoch long before my sister and I came into being, before the rise of humankind. It was an unfamiliar realm, but its inhabitants led lives of purpose, their society echoing the ancient Greek’s martial ways. This was a matriarchy, a societal structure seldom seen in human annals, though not unfamiliar to me from my days as a Custodes in the Great Crusade. My sister, it seemed, had been reborn in these ancient times, while fate cast me into the grim darkness of a distant future. I pondered our divergent paths. She had seamlessly integrated into this world, flourishing among the Amazons, her demeanor one of contentment and serenity, driven by a newfound mission. I, on the other hand, found myself untethered, my purpose in this bygone age yet to be discovered. As the guest chamber door opened, Bora entered, her hands holding a neatly folded set of fresh clothing. “Yeong, I’ve brought you some new attire and a meal,” she announced, her smile brightening the room. “Join us for dinner; we’re all looking forward to meeting you.” I pondered for a moment. “Did you prepare dinner? Maybe I could lend a hand? I used to help out in the kitchen back home, and it might be a good distraction,” I suggested, a playful smile on my face. Her eyes danced with playful mischief. “Yeong, taking on the Amazonian kitchen? I recall you being quite the culinary disaster. Your specialty was cereal, and even that was a stretch,” she jested, laughter in her voice. I laughed along, the past humor not lost on me. “True, culinary arts were never my strong suit, but I’ve learned since then,” I retorted, a spark of determination in my eyes. “How about a little test of my current skills?” Her demeanor turned earnest. “A challenge from Yeong? I wouldn’t miss it,” she replied, enthusiasm evident in her voice. “Come then, show us what you’ve got.” Standing up, I hesitated. “Bora, hold on!” I exclaimed. “You said ‘we’?” With a teasing grin, she responded, “Indeed, you’ll be introduced shortly. But first, get dressed. We have tasks ahead.” I watched, bemused, as she tossed the clothes to me with a playful wink and exited, leaving me with the simple tunic and sandals. After a brief interlude, I stepped out of the guest room, the door closing softly behind me, ready to join my sister and her companions. Bora was waiting for me in the hallway, a smile lighting up her attractive visage as she nodded in approval. "All right, follow me. One of my sisters will be coming here shortly," she instructed.

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