Soon after the events of Necromancy By Any Other Name and That Whisper in the Night, set in the dream-like landscape of Mind and Loch.
Long Selene wandered through the night, but the dreamscape around her did not get any less barren, nor the horizon any closer. She gave up and found a rock to sit on. One could get fatigued even in the realm of the mind, if they weren't careful. It was then that the figure from before misted into being in front of her, seated in midair, one indistinct leg crossed atop the other as it floated there.
If power won't do, perhaps you want the truth, it said, though nothing on its face resembled a mouth. I can show you what happened that night.
Flames licked up from the stone and burned around them, but instead of the high alpine cliffs, Selene found herself in alabaster halls, ancient tapestries and animal trophies smouldering to ash. A the end of the hall stood a young woman, ringed by the fire, shouting only for her words to be swallowed by the hungry din.
Selene grit her teeth and stood firm against the painful image of her younger self, fabricated as it was. "How could you know so much about me?"
Mm, I've had quite a lot of spare time on my hands lately, to watch you, and your whole little Order. The shadow chuckled again, a sound that emanated far from the source. They don't call me the Everwatcher for nothing, after all. The figure spread its sinewy arms out. Well, what do you think? You won't use those eyes of yours, so why not give them to me?
Annoyance flicked across Selene's features. She did not respond, but shrugged the heavy cloak of starsilk off her shoulders. In a sweeping motion, she spun it round. The cool sheen of fabric enveloped her, smothering the flames and the alabaster walls, that fabricated image and the shadow that brewed it gone from her view.
Its terrible, echoing laugh remained a moment longer as the scene in front of her turned to smoke and starlight. The cloak lost, above her now was the deep blue of night sky, under foot the low tide of mind, a thin mirror of water stretched and rippling into eternity. Selene was left alone on the plateau of her mind once more, but now her resolve was sharpened. Now she had a name to hunt.
Everwatcher.
Bebin Theros
Long Selene wandered through the night, but the dreamscape around her did not get any less barren, nor the horizon any closer. She gave up and found a rock to sit on. One could get fatigued even in the realm of the mind, if they weren't careful. It was then that the figure from before misted into being in front of her, seated in midair, one indistinct leg crossed atop the other as it floated there.
If power won't do, perhaps you want the truth, it said, though nothing on its face resembled a mouth. I can show you what happened that night.
Flames licked up from the stone and burned around them, but instead of the high alpine cliffs, Selene found herself in alabaster halls, ancient tapestries and animal trophies smouldering to ash. A the end of the hall stood a young woman, ringed by the fire, shouting only for her words to be swallowed by the hungry din.
Selene grit her teeth and stood firm against the painful image of her younger self, fabricated as it was. "How could you know so much about me?"
Mm, I've had quite a lot of spare time on my hands lately, to watch you, and your whole little Order. The shadow chuckled again, a sound that emanated far from the source. They don't call me the Everwatcher for nothing, after all. The figure spread its sinewy arms out. Well, what do you think? You won't use those eyes of yours, so why not give them to me?
Annoyance flicked across Selene's features. She did not respond, but shrugged the heavy cloak of starsilk off her shoulders. In a sweeping motion, she spun it round. The cool sheen of fabric enveloped her, smothering the flames and the alabaster walls, that fabricated image and the shadow that brewed it gone from her view.
Its terrible, echoing laugh remained a moment longer as the scene in front of her turned to smoke and starlight. The cloak lost, above her now was the deep blue of night sky, under foot the low tide of mind, a thin mirror of water stretched and rippling into eternity. Selene was left alone on the plateau of her mind once more, but now her resolve was sharpened. Now she had a name to hunt.
Everwatcher.
Bebin Theros