Atium is Fool. Fool is Atium. Atium is both Fool's god and a part of him. He is not the Librarian, it is not his job to know the happenings in each Fool's life, but he is still his god.
Does he know when a Fool shatters, when a piece of the being that they are dies forever?
Does he feel regret, that he couldn't save Fool before, and still cannot now? Fools only shatter because Atium couldn't piece him back together fully
Does Atium watch as a Fool cries, breaking apart, unable to help him? Watch as the Fool falls apart into nothing, crying out to his god to save him, while his god wishes just as badly he was able to
Just started Well of Ascension for the first time.
And let me just say, I don't think that only mistborn can use atium, only that the cost of identifying atium based mistlings is prohibitively expensive.
Fool’s day was as normal as usual. Wake up, get dressed, then do some tasks for the day. Today’s task on his mind was rearranging some items in the beloved birch tree that was at the heart of the kingdom.
When Fool was about a third of the way done with organizing, he heard a set of familiar steps, followed by a familiar voice.
“Hello, hello!” said Sadmikman. “Ya need any help?”
“That would be lovely, thank you,” replied Fool.
Milkman moved to the other side of the room from where Fool was and started picking up loose boxes. After a few minutes of silence, Milkman spoke up from where he was.
“Uh… Fool?” asked Milkman. “Is this stuff yours?”
“Is what mine?” questioned Fool. Fool walked over to where Milkman was to see what he was talking about, only to find a peculiar set of objects.
On one of the shulker boxes, Fool and Milkman found a cape, a golden mask, and two sets of golden hands attached to two golden forearms which were attached to nothing else.
“None of this is mine,” Fool spoke. “I don’t know whose stuff any of this is.”
“Oh,” replied Milkman.
Suddenly, Fool sensed a small, slow turn from his partner from the side of his peripheral vision.
“You wanna mess with this stuff then?” Milkman said with a giant smile plastered onto his face.
“Absolutely,” replied Fool with no hesitation.
Fool grabbed the cape and the mask while Milkman grabbed the two arms. Fool had to hold the mask to his face since there seemed to be no strings or any sort of tie attached to the mask to hold it for him.
“Ooooooh, look at meeee,” Fool spoke in a funny voice. “I’m going to haunt yooooooou!”
“Not while I have my grabby hands!” Milkman proclaimed as he waved around the golden objects he had by their forearms.
“What are you doing with me?”
Fool and Milkman both jumped like spooked cats at the voice that seemingly came from nowhere.
Suddenly, the golden hands that Milkman was holding seemed to be whipped from him by an unseen force, so with them, the cape and the mask that Fool had. As the objects drew themselves away from the men that had them, they then rearranged themselves to come together, and placed themselves in the shape of a person, or at least something that looked vaguely like a person.
“You two are so ridiculous…” remarked the figure. “No wonder you both are so broke!”
“Hey! Who are you calling broke?” yelled Milkman.
“You, obviously,” replied the figure. “Your antics have been quite funny. However, it hurts me to see you two suffer economically compared to everyone else in this place… So, I decided to be charitable to you two.”
Then, seemingly out of thin air, the figure produced a gold colored shulker box from their hands, which then ungraciously plopped itself onto the ground in front of them.
“Welp, see ya!~” said the figure, and then they disappeared to a place where the two Birch citizens did not know, nor really did care. They just stood there in small shock, looking at both the area where the hooded figure just disappeared from, and to the box on the floor of their base that was just given to them.
“Did we just meet a god?” Milkman slightly whispered.
Fool stood for a few seconds in silence before replying. “We don’t tell anyone of this.”
“Agreed,” Milkman responded as Fool checked to see what was in the box.
Fool opened the shulker box only to find more shulker boxes. Fool then decided to open one of the other boxes and found not even more shulker boxes, but instead the bright shine of many diamonds.
Both Fool and Milkman looked at the many rocks, mouths slightly agape. Suddenly, both men were grabbing the shulker boxes to see what they held inside.
When Fool and Milkman finished opening the shulkers, they took inventory of what they were given. All the items they had included diamonds, emeralds, some gold, enchanted netherite armor and weapons, and even a bit of redstone. But the most important item in the collection, was an entire box full of birch wood logs.
“I can’t believe this…” Fool sighed.
“What’s the matter?” Milkman turned to Fool. “We’re rich now!”
“Well yeah,” replied Fool. “We’re only rich now because we were so broke that a god literally took pity on us. Like, that’s a bit sad isn’t it?”
“Well not anymore, because we’re rich now!” Milkman said with excitement. “You think that guy was like, a god of fortune or something?”
Milkman turned to Fool. His friend had a funny look on his face. It was a sort of look that made Milkman think that he might have said something that probably raised a bell in the half gloden-faced man’s head.
“God of fortune huh?” said Fool after a bit of thought.
Suddenly, Fool slowly walked away, and Milkman was left to wonder what all of that was about.
