[This place is cold. The stone steps rise above from where he’s planted on the ground, and he peeks sharply through silver bangs to see— Statues. A girl. A flame.
And then, a voice so resonant that he thinks it speaks through him. Words vibrating in every alien fiber of his being. Displeasure is an understatement, made more poignant by confusion. Was this a dream? Had his energy drained from him in that library, gorging himself on the old research notes in those books, page after page after page after page—
His eyes search for his blade. It is too far away to reach, though not too far away to make an effort to reach if possible.
...accomplish the task I bequeath to you now.]
What task? [The fire speaks? How does it know his name? Who is this woman?]
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And then, a voice so resonant that he thinks it speaks through him. Words vibrating in every alien fiber of his being. Displeasure is an understatement, made more poignant by confusion. Was this a dream? Had his energy drained from him in that library, gorging himself on the old research notes in those books, page after page after page after page—
His eyes search for his blade. It is too far away to reach, though not too far away to make an effort to reach if possible.
...accomplish the task I bequeath to you now.]
What task? [The fire speaks? How does it know his name? Who is this woman?]