Subject: Investigations |
Author: Faeirex
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Date Posted: 20:15:14 05/07/02 Tue
Almost before the witch had finished speaking, Faeirex's mind was racing. She needed to know more about the strange new player in her everlasting game- had to know, if she were to win.
Hfäinién. Hfäinién would have the answer. Hfäinién was past, present and future.
She was not Cariale though. And, truth be told, she was scared. Scared of what it would do to her. Yes, Cariale had explained to her what to do, long ago. But never had she had to use that training in this way. When one meddled with the elements, there was a price to pay. Hfäinién was knowledge, and knowledge was power. But put too much power into a person and it would destroy them. Hfäinién was death.
And Cariale had died, another helpless victim in the endless struggle between good and evil. But her knowledge lived on.
Carefully, Faeirex opened her mind, merging it with the vast presence that was Hfäinién. Knowledge swamped her as she had known it would. If she wasn't careful, it would drive her insane.
Following the directions that Cariale had given her long ago, she didn't fight. She became not a separate entity, but part of Hfäinién itself. The being flowed through her, and as it went she sifted through the vast memory of the world, lifting out everything about the witch.
And in a second, she knew. Anawiel. She saw her life from the day she was born, saw her every action, saw the girl's death. All that had been, and all that would be. But one moment, and she knew Anawiel better than she even knew herself. And knew-
"Melmonu!" she gasped, letting the bond with Hfäinién drop. She opened her eyes. The man and the elf both stood there, eyeing her curiously. She forced a smile.
"If you would excuse me, your majesty."
She bowed her head to him, leaving swiftly and gracefully. Keep up the act. Melmonu complicated things further still. She should have killed the woman while she had the chance. Instead, she had let a rare moment of pity stay her hand. And now she would pay for it. As she would pay for all her actions, come the final day of retribution. And that day was coming, every second she brought it's passage nearer. On this game, the timer was drawing to a close.
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