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“Are you okay?” (from thechosenofsylvarant)

Quickly wiping the bit of blood from the side of his lips the half elf smiled at the Chosen, she didn’t need to worry about him. “I’m fine Colette! That was just a bit of tomato sauce, no need to worry!”

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Lloyd was asleep again. Colette could see him out of the corner of her eye, his head drooping lower against his chest despite the fact that he was not only standing upright but also holding a pair of water buckets. She reached subtly across to pinch her twin lightly, trying not to draw Raine’s attention to herself. With a little flick of her head in his direction, she suppressed a giggle. When Raine noticed him, he was sure to take an eraser to the face. Her prediction came true seconds later and she suppressed another giggle, meeting her twin’s eyes with mirth glimmering in her own.

Her attention was quickly pulled back to today’s lesson when Raine called on her specifically, asking about the journey of regeneration. It was a simple matter to repeat back the lessons she had been hearing since she was a small child. The journey of regeneration would be her journey, her quest to seal away the Desians and awaken the summon spirits that protected the world, restoring the mana that gave it life. She had been preparing for it her entire life, but she wasn’t sure she was really ready.

A bright light suddenly streamed in through the windows, the sudden harshness washing out even the sunlight that had been shining before. After a moment it lessened in intensity, but the room was still a good deal lighter than it had been. It was coming from the direction of the Martel Chapel, and Raine’s words only confirmed what Colette suspected. This was really going to happen, an oracle had truly descended to their town. She couldn’t help herself, she reached for the secure comfort of her twin’s hand. Somehow, she was a little bit relieved when Raine told her to stay and wait for the priests.

“Wow…it’s really here. The Oracle really came,” she said in a low voice meant only for her twin. “I think I’m too nervous to study now. What about you?” She wondered if Nicole would be allowed to come into the temple and see the oracle in person or if she had to go alone.

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She loved everything about Iselia, and she had memorized it all by heart to carry with her on her journey. The way the sunlight looked dappling the dusty path, the scent of fresh-turned earth and green, growing things mingling with the smells of a home cooked meal or the wares at the single, tiny shop, the particular way each of the villager’s dogs greeted her when they saw her coming, knowing she would always stop for a moment to say hello. She knew everyone by name and knew about their lives, she had prayed together with them or prayed for them when they asked, because the Chosen’s prayer was supposed to carry their wishes to the goddess faster. Even the smallest details were important to her, because this place was where everyone she cared most about lived. She had gone to regenerate the world, but she had done it for Iselia, because that was where all her strongest memories were.

There was something a little bit different today, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe the breeze that gently tweaked at her hair was carrying an unfamiliar scent, or the dirt path seemed worn in a different pattern than she remembered. She brushed the feelings aside and continued into the heart of the town, heading toward Frank’s house, glad to be home after another round of traveling. However, when she got there, she was surprised to find a mirror in the front yard. She stared at the reflection curiously, wondering when and why Frank had decided that was a good place for a mirror. After a moment it clicked that her reflection had moved when she hadn’t and she blinked in surprise.