The Aspiring Archivist

How does a blood sample help with magical issues? Invisible to others except for a faint ripple in the air, Tors hovered around Essa, somehow looking suspicious despite lack of features.

Do you need backup or something?

Who's that?

I'm sorry. I promise, I will do anything I can to help TAAron. You aren't alone in this.

Ah. For once, I think I know how you feel. I was created to be a savior, to fight evil. And I can only assume that it was my repeated failure that destroyed almost everything I ever knew. Sometimes, people like you are put in the worst situations, and then they expect or are expected to handle them. When you make a mistake, it isn't viewed as a normal occurrence. It is viewed as a violation of what many have come to believe is a universal truth: that good always wins.

You sound like you have experience with the matter.

I'm sorry. If it's worth anything, he still seems to have some recollection of his past and who he knew, however vague. He remembered the name Tristan, for example. Maybe it'll come back to him in time. I can't say that I don't find it odd, but I think I understand.

There was a momentary pause. And how do you feel about the fact that he has lost his memory? And the soul stuff in general?

If you wouldn't mind, describe it to me. There was a genuine note of confusion in Tors' voice.

Interested. Interested in what, exactly? And you. You are... interested in him as well?

So, you like TAAron? How long have you known him, a few hours? I don't mean to judge, I just don't really understand human things like romance.

I did not fail to be good. I failed to destroy evil. And I don't know how I work. I'm made of a magical crystal called Stacis, but that's about all I know. The voice sounded remarkably human, as though a person had been shoved into Wynn's mind and had begun talking. Yes, I asked her to let me in. I figured I should be able to communicate with as many of you all as I can. Is something wrong?

One second. Wynn felt a final, stabbing pain, and then it dissapeared. Thanks, you made that easy. And you don't need to speak to me out loud. I was created by a man named Bonum, to be a force of good. Ultimately, I failed.

Suddenly, a pain stabbed Wynn's head. Then, a voice spoke, sweet and feminine. Hi, it's Tors. Do you want to be able to talk to me?

@Ookla the Untitled

What do you think the tingling is? Something external? Something subconscious?

Roses? Why roses? Uh oh. Can you lose these, do you think?

It's okay, Haly. Take a breath. He'll be fine, we'll get to him.

What is it, Haly? Can I help?

The manipulator was searching. He sat at a desk, hand gingerly placed on a small center piece in the middle of several larger shards of metal that looked as though they had shattered like glass, all forming a shiny circle. The edges of the metal were sharper than any blade could be, and the man had evidence to prove him. His hands were covered in cuts and scars where he had let a shard slip. How has the boy escaped my notice? He moves so quickly, somehow, that I can't keep track. He, the last of his world. And now the trident has found him. He only had a single small connection left attached to his target. Unlike what some believed, these types of links were not strings to lead him directly to the boy. It was more complicated, each thread containing information but no location. They had moved from one dimension, to another, and possibly to a third. He just had to find a location to match with his own thread. Unfortunately, the universe was a big place to search. Then, as though a screen had been pulled away, the manipulator's vision became clearer. But why? Has he... He had. The boy was in interdimensional space, no longer tied to a location. And because every thing in the universe wanted to be connected, it became much easier for the man to make his own. I've got you now.

A flash of blue passed Haly. Tors had passed her, and made for the void as TAAron passed through. No... I can't reach him from here.