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The Storyteller was once again visiting Lady Alanna at her home, Keaparabeau. They'd been conversing about recent events in each of their worlds for the last hour. Alanna spoke of the patron's spirits children she'd recently met in the hallowed circle.
The Storyteller questioned precisely what it had been about. Alanna had been vague about the meeting. She only mentioned how the spirits were doing now; they had become one with several of their champions. They could only separate for the spiritual hour, midnight.
“So I take it becoming quasi-Avatars for everyone takes some getting used to, huh?” as she sipped her fruit juice.
“Precisely. You know better then anyone what transpired when the Shards resurfaced. Still, I can't help but feel regret for the agony it caused Anto to lose his child.”
“Except, my Lady, you allowed his daughter, Wyanet, to be born so he might discover compassion. To understand the sorrow and fear of losing someone to death. As you desired, Anto learned empathy, love, and heartache.”
“Still, I dislike how he had to learn it. You expressed you're anxious concerning a bloody war in your world's near future?” the white-haired noblewoman questioned.
The Storyteller nodded. “Even if some individuals are standing up and putting the extremists in their place, no doubt whoever triumphs in the election could save or end our democracy."
She turned her head away from the beautiful woman before regaining her composure and explaining why she suggested this small lunch.
Taking the deepest breath she could, she then made her request, "I wish to request asylum if the worst-case scenario ensues that the demon is endowed with power again. I don't wish to live in a world where I've to fear for my livelihood, that guns could come into my small town or genocide," her voice growing shaky and tears spilled down her face.
"I don't desire to see the end of the world. Therefore, I was hoping you could grant me and some others sanctuary here at Keaparabeau.”
Alanna looked dumbfounded and paled before she found her voice. “Are you requesting me to bring all the Father's children who don't hero-worship this fiend into my home? Is that what your asking?” she asked for clarification.
The Storyteller cleaned her glasses and nodded. “I'd rather save some of the world than watch it all eradicated. Furthermore, what if the Almighty Father refuses to step in and do something about the great evil jeopardizing his children? Then our only hope is the Almighty Mother, which is you.”
Alanna still looked pale and aghast. Her pink butterfly wings fluttered nervously. Ultimately, she spoke. “I'll have to address the matter with the rest of the spirit council. Something of this magnitude is not effortlessly accomplished.
Whereas if my male counterpart genuinely fails to act in his children's best interest? Then that's why mothers are the wiser ones. I'll give you my answer when I've properly discussed it with the rest of the spirits and the Avatars.”
“Understood. I must return home now. Thank you for having me over. It was a great pleasure.” With that, the Storyteller utilized her new capabilities to unlock a portal back to her world.