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Fri 3rd Jan 2025 12:51

Trois ans...

by Eles Raagha

We thought we were gone for a few weeks. Already unforgivable. We were gone for 3 years...unthinkable. Yet the first thing I felt drawn to do is go underground again. To refuse sunlight and trees. My head swims with memories of the Sanctum.Yanef has not seen me in 3 years. She thinks I'm dead. My entire family thinks the same. I have failed them. I was sent out for answers, and from what they know, I failed them. To back back feeling, dare I say, victorious, in a world of such new death. Thoughts trail back to Dara, Merrli, and of course, Manny.
 
I find myself so overwhelmed with duty once more. Whispers on the wind. Questions floating like raven's feathers. What happened to us in Shadowfell? We were brought to Shadowfell by the Matron, but not Manny? Was it in the Raven Queen's plan to have 3 years pass all along? The Matron wanted to speak with Merrli, present me with a new purpose and pass information to Dara that only she could interpret. Merrli got memories back. Many of them.
 
I am to be her mirror, as Lildenthe was her sword. I shall provide wisdom for her followers and serve as (her?) the mirror, when she needs it most.
No one else yet knows this of me. Did my elders know of the eyes, the mouth, the hands? I never learned of them. But there are many things in the Shadowed Sanctum that are for few eyes only. I was never the one pouring over tomes, and until my last days there, a part of secret meetings. I was taught to do important things. Not talk of other's important things. Few of my siblings could do what I do, as well as I can do it.