Transcript of Guardians of Guthix (echo)
Guthix: Before I settled to my rest, I walked among my creatures and sought out each of those who were my Guardians. When I found each, I asked but one question, for I know their service would be for lifetimes to come, aeons of time, and I should recognise their service to this world and myself. So I asked: 'What gift can I leave you?' I came to Juna last; faithful Juna. Whose egg I saved as last of her kind, so long ago; her world now a place of only death. She who only knew Gielinor, and loved this world as much as I. And, as I had asked the others, I asked her too. The others had asked for treasures, favours, powers or artefacts that they wanted or needed for what they thought they might face. I knew that Juna would not be one of those. I was not wrong in this assessment; she lived up to everything I hoped of her. For a moment, she caught my eye, before lowering her head. Her eyes welled up with tears while she pondered the answer we both knew was deep within her heart. At last she whispered it, as much hissed as spoken... 'Stay with us'. It was a pure expression of what she felt, and I knew it to be all she desired; that she knew she had no right to ask it of me, her god, and that I could never grant such a thing to her or the others. It was the thing we all knew could not now be asked of me. Her eyes would not meet mine; she was clearly ashamed to ask it. I reached out to her, placed my hand upon the top of her head, and she looked up at me as I smiled at her. For in that moment, I knew my gift to her, and it was the greatest of gifts. 'This world is yours now, Juna. Yours forever. Free from the manipulation of gods. That is my first gift, but you deserve another.' For in my own eyes, tears had formed too, and one rolled down my cheek. I spoke again: 'I give you my tears, and in those tears you know that I am ever-living, that I am with you, and that I weep to be apart from you.' And I lifted my hand at last, as the tear fell from my jaw and landed on the floor below Juna. But I could not stay, nor mourn, for the time has come for me to leave. I knew she would think my greatest gift was the tears, but she would be wrong. Freedom is the greatest gift, and one so easily forgotten.