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I am a whisper on the wind. An unspoken suggestion. A thoughtful nudge.
There were stirrings on the Other Side. A tear appeared and I went to see, but I did not stray to near. Others had been swept in and did not return.
Smaller tears were made and others went to inspect them, but I was drawn to something else. A beacon in the chaos, sharp and pulsing, and soft and still.
I looked beyond to the Other Side and saw her. Weak and mortal with shallow breaths, I wondered idly if she would die. The Beacon was consuming her. It marked her, but was not meant for her.
Voices nearby attracted my attention, but the Marked One remained unaware. I watched as three walked in. The female was the center, she led and commanded the room, yet it was Faith that had embraced her. One male trailed after her, reluctant and fearful, but it was the other male that warranted my attention. Elvhen, mournful and lost, he had walked when both places were one, before a thought had created me.
He moved to the Marked One’s side as the female who led looked at him skeptically. He picked up the hand that bore the Mark and inspected it. The female addressed him,
“Can you wake her up, apostate?”
“I do not even know if she will live Seeker, but I will do what I can for her.”
Seeker, what does she seek? Anger reflects off of her, but also sorrow and fear.
They spoke more until she left and another male and female took her place, watching the Elvhen as he worked.
I would stay too and watch.