#I thought about making pix be reincarnated like most the other emperors and have joel that lived both lives tell him about it

[becca4leafclover]

What if Pix the Copper King and Pix the Archaeoloist are the same person?

The Copper King disappeared before even hints of the Rapture started to emerge in ancient times. He was a figure of great knowledge, wealth, and mystery, and one of the most respected, if distant Emperors of the time.

His Empire, known at the time (but likely not before or after it) as Pixandria, worshipped death. The center of their civilization stood a monument known as the Vigil: a remembrance of all those that died in all the Empires, at the time of everyone else's memory. Only some drawings and paintings depict the Vigil now, for most of Pixandria at some point was buried by its sea of sand.

But it is said that despite being the one to tend to the Vigil the most, and hold some of the most sacred duties of it, the Copper King did the unthinkable, and denied death to his fellow Emperors. He uncovered a magic forgotten for a reason, and traded it with those rich enough to afford it.

And for that, he was punished. So they say, at least.

Since he denied kings and queens death, death shall deny him his eternal rest, until all those that paid him repay their debt to the afterlife.

The Copper King then fled into the desert, and was never heard from again. Not even as the Rapture claimed the mainland Empires, as his city was swallowed into the sand. It's possible that he died along with the rest of the great powers at the time, and "equally as possible that he still wanders the world in a self-imposed exile..."

Pix set down his pen and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He gets tired of writing out this same story every once in a while, honestly. It's the accepted history yeah, but sometimes it's a little frustrating to make out the Copper King as some shadowy, potential evil figure who abandoned everyone just before their moment of need.

He looked out the window flap of his tent at the rising sun. Oh, it was morning already? He slid his chair out from his desk and stretched his back from writing for probably too long for what's considered healthy.

But when he went outside, the golden sun beams creeping over the mountains illuminating the highlights of the leftovers of Gilded Helanthia were a nice wake up call. He had a lot of work to do today- excavate more of the farming district, feed the dodos, oh yeah and Lizzie stopped by the other day wanting to trade slime for froglights again, right?

And of course, Pix had his other type of work to do today. A favor, for some old friends.

He knew the truth, written in between the lines of his ink. Maybe it wasn't quite a curse placed on him. Maybe Pixandria wasn't as buried as they thought. Maybe he didn't want to leave his friends. Maybe not all his friends ever died, same as him. Maybe his friends never left, and needed someone to guide them.

Oh, goodness me- Is that a FACE on Hermitopia?!