A forest that was not there yesterday

[unprophesied_of_ages]

The Lord Ruler is in his palace, when he sees a sight he hasn't seen in centuries. Trees, sunlight...is he hallucinating? The fact that there's a forest in his living room isn't the surprising part. The fact that there's a forest on his planet is. As soon as he walks through the door to where his living room isn't, it's definitely not a hallucination.

His stores of Allomantic metals abruptly disappear. They're still physically there, but the power is completely gone. He immediately turns to go back, only to see more forest.

At least his Feruchemy still works—he can tell because he's still alive—but that won't last him forever. He only has so much stored youth, and without both sets of abilities he can't replenish it. He hasn't been in so much danger since the beheading that one time. Returning to Scadrial is the highest and currently only priority. If spontaneous forests are a thing, he needs to find someone who can explain them and more importantly how to get back.

The next few hours are spent walking in an essentially randomly chosen direction, with the sun to his right. He's quite certain that suns are supposed to be moving across the sky, but that's not a pressing emergency. He already knew he wasn't on his own planet when he saw proper trees and plants instead of ash-covered monstrosities. Whenever he calls out, nobody responds. If it's an empty spontaneous forest, he's probably doomed.

After some time, he hears his stomach growl. He hasn't seen much that looks edible, but possibly that's just because he's not used to real plants. Berries. Berries used to exist. Those berries look tasty, and if they're poisonous it's not like he needs to worry about it. As always, he has a truly ridiculous amount of stored health in his gold jewelry. Tapping gold just in case, he eats a handful.

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[alicornucopia]

And there is an atrium. It is large and open and contains plants and panicking hostile fairies. They can't see him (Promise did her job! Really!) but they have enough enchanted stuff that they can still reliably hit him with it.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

If nothing else, that'll give away his position. And their enchanted stuff follows his movements effectively enough that they often hit even when he's burning atium. It might be that his best bet is to just sail across the atrium being heavy enough to ignore projectiles.

He tries that.

[alicornucopia]

Some of the projectiles set him on fire. One insists on getting him in the eye.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

This is inconvenient. But he's already regenerated two eyes today, and if the fire is raising his temperature higher than it should be, well, he can store that for later. (If it's nonmagical fire, this may also put it out.) Pain is of course a nonissue.

The more important question is, how far across the atrium does he get?

[alicornucopia]

All the way, in fact.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Then he can finally dispense with being hit by things. Convenient, since he just had to spend most of his weight.
He runs down the hallway and tries the third door on the right.

[alicornucopia]

Locked. And it tries to electrocute him.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Unfortunately, there is no convenient defense to this. Ow.
How about the second door to the right, does it have any objection to being battered down with a nonconductive heavy thing?

[alicornucopia]

This one has an acid trap. What a welcoming palace this is.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Acid's easier to dodge. And more likely to inconvenience any pursuers afterward. He keeps swinging. If this door can be broken by force, it will break soon.

[alicornucopia]

Snap, crackle, pop, fizzzzzzz. The door dissolves itself once he's made enough of a dent.

Unfortunately, this room, unlike the one Promise directed him to, possesses no balcony from which to launch himself at the location of the gate.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

That was to be expected. But if the magically sealed and acid-trapped door wasn't made immune to battering rams, the wall probably wasn't either. He turns left and tries bashing his way through.

[alicornucopia]

He may do this without any impediment unless he considers the frightened wibbling foot-tall fairy occupying Acid Trap Room to be impeding.

The room Promise recommended is unoccupied, full of musical instruments, and possessed of the commodity of a balcony. From it, he can see the balcony to the Queenly bedroom. He cannot see the gate, because that is not how gates work.

On this balcony there lands a silver-skinned blue-eyed fairy...

"Cease," she commands sternly.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

He's still deaf. For pretty much exactly this reason. But he saw her mouth move, and he can guess what one-syllable command that might have been.

"No," he meets her eyes, "You stop."

[alicornucopia]

She stands there.

(Someone behind him opens the electrocuting door without getting electrocuted and tries to brain him with an object that becomes suddenly many times heavier when it connects with his head.)

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Oh good, it worked. He would have felt somewhat silly if it hadn't.
While Alendi's looking over to see whether the smaller fairy's wibbling has intensified, he meets with yet another blunt impact.

He peels himself off the floor and directs the Queen, "Don't let anyone interfere with me." Then he rushes to grab her and jump for the gate.

[imeanforever]

"Hold!" the Queen calls at the top of her lungs in a trembling voice. She is unable to resist grabbing. He jumps without interference.

And he's back in Scadrial, and Promise closes the gate and stares at the queen and trembles. (Yellow covers his eyes and squeaks.)

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"I've told her to stop," Alendi says on the off chance that Promise isn't deaf right now, and gestures in case she is. "I...haven't really thought about what orders happen now."

[imeanforever]

Promise can't hear him.

"Can you hear?" she asks Alendi. "Make her forget my name, see if it works."

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Alendi can; he reactivated his hearing after the gate closed. He pulls out the spike (mercifully missed when they were searching him for removable items) and inserts it into his shiny new minion.

"Store Promise's name in this piece of copper," he says, holding an unused ring against her hand. "Nod when you've figured out how and done it."

[imeanforever]

The queen nods.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

"Do you know her name now?
For future reference, never lie to either of us."

[imeanforever]

The queen cannot answer, because that was not an order or a permission.

[unprophesied_of_ages]

Hmph. The Lord Ruler is used to minions who are capable of understanding orders at a much higher level than fairy vassalization does, but whatever.

"Tell me whether you know her name."

[imeanforever]

"Yes."