Five days after the attack, she found herself in a field in the middle of nowhere. Unhurt. Disoriented, yes. Alone, yes. But such things are rarely such an obstacle for her. For ones such as her. A simple spell located the mortals of this land, and she flew over the grassy fields, soaring over the treetops, the rolling hills, and the farmlands attended to by the odd magitech of this place.
A day of steady travel, her hunger and her thirst abated by her own inner magicks, and she comes across the steady hum of blue walls. Green eyes glance from side to side. Walking forward, the red and black armor creaking with every step, well-kept boots streaked with mud and silt from that unfortunately placed river she passed over, she passes the blue wall.
Before her, a collection of...boxes...are arranged. Large boxes, with windows and open doors, in which there are mortals tending to their business, talking to glowing plates, sitting in idle chatter. Children run along, a girl with blonde pigtails running past her, followed by a small, red haired boy with some sort of bright colored wand that shoots water.
She walks past the boxes, into a city of low houses, spires glowing with blue lightning, and mounted...things...with many barrels pointed past the blue walls of light. She walks, observing, feeling eyes on her, but not eyes of suspicion, not gazes of fear.
Awe. She senses awe. She senses that they admire her- even though she does not know where she is, she is certain that they have a measure of respect for-
"Commander Shepard!"
Green eyes narrow. The woman with red hair and marble skin turns to the sound of the voice. The voice saying the name those intruders, those interlopers said. The name they believed belonged to her.
"Yes." It is not a question. It is not a statement. It is the tone of grinding rocks and weathered stone. A man, a mortal man in dark blue armor, his face concealed by a helmet that reveals only the eyes, swings his open hand to his brow.
"Welcome to Elysium, Commander! If you need anything, just ask!" He points to his right- to the center of this town. City. Place. "Are you here to see the statue?"
She nods. He walks, and she follows, hands balled into fists. Listening to chatter about 'Eden Prime', and 'Reapers,' and 'Illium', as if such words are supposed to have meaning to her. She nods, but does not speak. Does not betray her ignorance of this place.
Lead past storefronts with glass made of blue light, lead down streets paved with steel, she is lead to an open pagoda, at the center of which is a circle of blue light and water streaming upwards in short bursts. At the center of all this, though, there is a statue. Of her. Standing atop a hill of stone, foot atop the destroyed helmet of an invader.
Holding one of those wands above her head in one hand, other hand covered in some sort of construct of light. Shouting in triumphant victory at some hard won-battle. "We also got some news from Eden Prime, so we added the last bit just recently."
Her eyes wander to the forehead of the statue of her-but-not-her. To the garish, glowing, golden circle upon her effigy's brow.
Green eyes flash and become glowing coals. A white stone appears in her right hand, and she clenches her fist to reduce it to powder. The soldier tilts his head, even as the vermillion aura wafts off of her, and rather than run he simply taps something on the construct appearing around his arm.
"Oh yes," Mnemon of House Mnemon growls, sparks flying from her grinding teeth, "It's just going to be one of those decades."
