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Her master had sent her out with very
specific instructions. She was to wander
the edge of the great gorge until the heat of the sun became intense enough to
melt the wax seal around her neck, and then look for the sign. It would lead her to exactly where she was
meant to be. She had no reason to doubt
that it would happen. Chessek had never
been wrong.
Illinia swept the cloak around her head
as the sun rose. Its powerful rays
spread across the sands as miles of frost were whipped up into steam with the
winds of the dawn’s heat. For a few
minutes, nothing would be visible: just a disorienting mix of steam and
swirling sand. She felt ahead, grasping
for the gorge’s edge, to stabilize herself.
The cloak’s fine ornamentation was already losing its color, and its
threads where whipping in the windstorm around her.
“My herald, you are still attached to
being and value, to life and beauty.
Behold this cloak, the life’s work of a thousand Sarpadian dwarves, I am
told. It is beautiful and valuable. It contains the investment of the energies of
so many lives. Take it with you. Wear it for protection, and see if it shields
you from the ravages of the Wastes.”
The cloak was nearly completely grayed
when its diamond clasps turned to ash and the remains of that once beautiful
relic swept away in the morningstorm.
Illinia stood in the storm, trying to find it. She had learned again that Chessek was
right. He never taught her, but she
learned. She stood, exposed now, and
last swirls of sand dug into her skin.
The sand cleared and the sun shone upon her.
She marched ahead along the face of the
cliff. The wax seal was beginning to
melt. She climbed onto a rock formation
to get a view of her position. Nothing
looked the same as it did at night and she had no idea where she was. She may be a servant of the Wastelord, but
she was still human, and humans are no good during the day. If only she could fade away into nothing, the
suffering would end. Her bleeding cheeks
would feel no pain if they would melt into ash.
Her blistering skin would be soothed if it were nothing but lifeless stone.
The last drops of the wax seal dripped
onto Illinia’s hand and as she looked at the rope around her neck, now without
the seal attached to it, she knew she had to find the sign.
“When this wax seal melts away, your
last thoughts will be a sign. Follow the
sign and deliver my message when you arrive.
This the void has foretold will come to pass.”
Illinia’s thoughts raced. She hadn’t even been paying attention. The wax seal had melted away and she had lost
her concentration in the duststorm. She
had never failed Chessek before and worried what would happen to her.
No, she knew. She would be like the cloak, rendered into so
much dust and graysand. Her pain would
finally be ended. She would become the
lifeless stone form she had daydreamed of.
Illinia picked herself up from the scorching stone and climbed down from
the rock formation, only to find that it was now ground level. But Illinia’s spirits were strangely lifted
by the idea that she might finally come to an end of her life, and shifting
sands wouldn’t bother her now. She
marched ahead, not sure where she was going.
A few paces later, she stopped. A statue stood in front of her, half-buried
in the sands. It wore a crimson cloak
like the precious cloak the Wastelands had claimed just moments ago. Illinia thought how odd it was that she had
not seen this earlier, but perhaps it had just been uncovered by the wind. But little is ever uncovered from the sands,
despite how much they consume. The cloak
was tattered and aged, but retained its vibrant color. The stone surface of the statue was pitted
from what felt like years of exposure.
Illinia fell back in shock. The statue had moved.
“What
do you seek at this burning hour, nightwalker?” asked the statue.
Illinia searched herself for what to
do. Perhaps this was the sign; her last
thoughts before the seal melted had
been of the comfort of being lifeless stone, and here was stone, apparently
lifeless, yet speaking to her. She went
with her instincts.
“My master has claim to my life if I
fail to deliver this message to you. I
am to ask of you two questions.”
“I
have no reason to believe that he will hear any words I give you. You will never survive day’s scorching eye,”
replied the statue.
“Do you fear to speak to a dead woman,
then?”
“No. You may ask your questions.”
“Who are you, and from whence?”
“I
have no name. But long ago, I had a
master myself, on a plane that lived off of its own power. The ground brought forth life and waters
flowed through every valley. But he
traded me to one of the serpentine lords, who ruled a great city here. That city crumbled in time and I remained.”
Illinia stood in silence for a
while. This wasn’t at all what she had
expected to do, and yet the questions seemed to fit. She wondered if Chessek knew how things would
happen down to the details or if he was groping blindly like the rest of the
wastefolk. But the statue was
right. If she didn’t hurry, she would
never return to the Wastelord through this heat. So she asked her final question:
“You have sought to find the power of
balance in this world without a center.
Have you found this power, and is it the way to becoming one with the
void?”
“Your
master does not know what he looks for because he seeks nothing and nothing
cannot be known. Balance is not power,
nor is it a thing to be found. Balance
is something to be, and the Lord of the Wastes does not seek to be. He seeks after unbeing, and I can be no aid
to him. This place is not my home, but
it may well be my grave. Tell your
master that the void is nothing to be sought.”
“If he had not sworn me to repeat what
was said here to the word, I would fear to tell him these things. I cannot say that you have been any help in
saving my life.”
Illinia gathered her arms about her and
threw up her hood. She had her answer and
hurried back to the Wastelord over the glassy dunes. It was not until much later that she
remembered the peace she had felt when she knew she could escape all of this,
even if it meant death. She could have escaped
what she ran back to, but she didn’t.
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