Another one, fallen just like the others.
As the lone figure strolled tensely down the crystal cavern, rainbow shards at their feet like gravel on a road, their soft windblown cloak drifted in the humid breeze. Gripping their steel-coloured cutlass, they peered around seedily, anticipating a hostile encounter at any moment.
Although the echoing cavern appeared peaceful, at its spectacled basin laid the faded remains of an extraordinary corpse. It was not just anyone who had been slain here —
It was a hero.
Some charismatic, courageous character from another world, washed up like a whale on a beach within these rocky, rainbow halls of stone and shard. Dead, against the will of fate themself.
The figure strode past the faded corpse, knowing that it could reveal nothing to them. Whoever possessed the omnipresence to commit such an act, and to ruthlessly abandon the wreckage here, must have been some calamitic godlike being across time and space and something else.
Suddenly, a pale light shone behind the figure.
Growing brighter yet brighter, it poured forth a voice, one of infinite soothing, yet the contents of its eloquence were harsh and struck like iron against the desolate figure, who needn't have even turned to guess who had delivered it.
"Ah, eld monarch. You return, but not to your own land."
"You know why, seeker of shadow."
The figure smiled. Clearly the pale being had been informed.
"Is what you say true? Or do you make yet another attempt to thwart me? Your eld power has long since diminished...I suggest you tell the truth."
"I cannot, for he is listening."
And just like writing in the sand, the pale light left.
And the figure was alone once more.
...
"I feel your presence. Face me, or I shall cut through thy thin vail."
Would you like to know their name?
