Matthias was more than a little taken aback by the various responses. Some offended him, some humbled him, some made him wonder if his siblings had been reborn idiots, but they all made him step back a little in shock. On a mental level he realized that his siblings would have no memory of their past lives, no idea of who he was except from what they might have learned of him... but after the animosity that they had shown him in their past incarnations, this level of acceptance, the lack of any airs they put on around him, was incredibly refreshing. He felt somewhat guilty, as though he were taking advantage of them somehow, by being the only one with memories and knowledge that spanned before the event.
He found himself at a loss for words, and paused for a minute before he figured out a way to address the other dozen entities. "I have a story to tell you," Matthias declared after a moment, dipping his head and sending a small prayer to the Earth Mother to guide his words and let all gathered know them as truth. "This story begins twenty years ago, in the circle of standing stones that lies in the middle of the great plain known as the Whispering Sea. This is a true story, though it is already fading into myth and memory. In this story, the twelve Immortals are gathered in between the stones, ready to hold their court, as they do every year. The Smith is there, looking for a warrior worthy of one of his spellblades. The Healer is there, wondering if any who come before him will be pure enough to deserve a cure. The Enchantress is there, hoping to find herself a lover, and the Warrior is there, hoping it will be him. They are all there because they have sworn to do so, a small duty to the human race, though they themselves are not human. They are all born of the Earth mother, though they all have different fathers.
"No human may hurt them, for they are Immortal. No human blade can part their skin. No human poison can affect their bodies. They may go for months without eating and be none the weaker for it. They are as untouchable as the sky itself, but tonight they are touched. They are touched by crimson blades grasped in crimson gloves by assassins that hide their faces behind crimson hoods. These thirteen assassins come and butcher the Immortals, who are helpless as newborn babes, for none of them have ever comprehended mortality. They are killed in a matter of seconds, every one of them, and the assassins take one item from each body as a prize, and to keep them from rising again.
"But they did not account for the first child of the Earth Mother, her mortal-bred son Matthias. When he arrived they did hastily slay him, and in so doing forgot what he was. Matthias was the Immortal of redemption, of rebirth, of forgiveness and brotherly love. All the others died with hate and fear, but he died forgiving. And when he died and his blood soaked into the Earth, it gave the Earth power and passion.
"The bodies were too mangled and their essences had been stolen. Only spirits remained, but that was enough for the Great Mother. She took the souls and planted them into the bodies of twelve mortal women on that midsummer night.
"Now, think of this story. Twenty years ago, midsummer. We were all born that following spring. You all share my birthday, though my parents were poor and had not a calendar and I know not what that is. We thirteen were born together, because we were conceived together. Conceived of a goddess unwilling to let her children face mortality. I do not expect you to believe this easily, but I ask you to look upon your lives. Have you not felt the difference? Have you not known that you are something more?
"I am Matthias. I remember this because I am the Immortal of rebirth. Still, the energy it took me to revive you all has cost me, and I am weak, weak as all of you. Even without your full strength, though, you all are extraordinary. You know your skills, know that they are not normal, unexplainable, even. Say that is false and you may walk away. Say you are normal and return to your old lives.
"Accept that you are different, and I will show you how very different you are."
He took a deep breath, and finally stepped forwards, pulling Ynu to her feet first. "Into the family eternal I welcome you and name you sister, and bid your legs stay strong and graceful, Dancer," he murmured, and brushed his lips lightly across her own. It was not a romantic kiss, yet it was filled with the most incredible love. The young woman pulled away, putting her fingertips to her lips, shocked but not offended. It was all strange, yet it all felt so right. She nodded solemnly, overwhelmed but strangely convinced.
He went next to Felicia, a gentle smile on his lips for his youngest sibling as he touched them to hers. "I bid you welcome to the family eternal, my youngest sister, Horsemaiden. Let family bonds never tie you down but let you wander free."
Next to his fiercest sibling, slightly more cautious than before. "Welcome to the eternal family, Warrior. May your blades and spirit stay sharp and strong," he murmured, and pressed his lips to hers for a moment, hoping that she would view him more favorably in this incarnation than her last.
A natural segue, he went next to the Enchantress, appraising her with some surprise to how closely she resembled her former self. The magic, he supposed, had always been a great influence on her appearance. When he kissed her gently he murmured "this is the first time I have touched you, my sister. Let this be taken as a friendly, non-sexual welcome to the family eternal. Let your spirit shine brightly and needless suspicion dim a bit, yes?"
The next kiss was for Rosalinda, and he did not hesitate with her, pleased by the peace she carried with. "Ah, my quiet sister," he murmured, smiling. "I bid you welcome to the family eternal. May you live to see a thousand generations of the trees you so love."
Next to Cicero, he placed his hands gently on his blind brother's shoulders, hoping to startle him less. "Welcome to the family eternal, Prophet," he stated softly, and kissed his brother. "May you always see the future as clearly as I see you now, and with the same benevolence."
After Cicero he went to Simmon, sensing the isolation clinging to the young man. "Come into the family eternal, my Ranger brother," he whispered, kissing his brothers on the lips, "and never be more alone than you desire."
From Simmon to Seryn, and another gentle touch of his lips to others. "I welcome you to the family eternal, my Scholarly brother," the savior said softly, "I am glad to see you have already learned something of our history, and hope your mind remains sharp as our Smith's blades."
Onwards to the Healer, and another gentle smile for the person who had used to be one of his least favorite siblings. "Calm, my brother. I welcome you into the family eternal, Healer, and pray you remain hale and healthy, oh paragon of cleanliness and virtue."
That done, he sought out the Rogue, shaking his head slightly at the state his brother had wound up in. Hardly surprising; still amusing. "Welcome to the family eternal, brother Rogue," He greeted with a slight chuckle. "May at least half your antics never catch up with you."
He headed next to his half-haired sister, wondering if she regretted her earlier words now that she knew they were siblings, if not in blood. "I welcome you back to the family eternal my sister, my Smith. May your forge never cool," he murmured, and gave her a kiss like the others.
And last to the brother who had once been his greatest rival. The Wildling, as eldest of the "true" children of the Earth mother, had resented Matthias for his status as true firstborn, and the two had ever been in conflict, man vs. nature. He hoped to set that aside, and nodded respectfully the only remaining person, drawing him to his feet with gentle hands. "I welcome you back to the family eternal, my Wild brother," the young man stated solemnly, and gave him an equally solemn kiss to the lips. "May you have and keep the freedom and respect of the forests themselves."