Voidbringer
Lifts' sandaled feet crunched on gravel. The mountain valleys were her castle, and she had gone to seek their most dangerous denizen. She rounded a corner, her feet now reassuringly clopped on stone. Rock Bud polyps grew in cracks in the stone. Other plants we're reluctantly feeding on the incessant rain of the weeping. They pulled their branches and vines out of her path. Handy that. The weeping was Lifts' least favorite time of the year. The rain made the stones slippery under her feet easier to slip and fall. There were no high storms, and who would trust a dirty street urchin using dun diamond chips? Rain spren flickered in little puddles. They were cute, in a creepy one eyed sort of way. She was close.
After a few more minutes of running lift saw a strange tangle of vines out of the corner of her eye. When she spun on it the strange plant was gone. Lift glanced about suspiciously. That stormin' voidbringer. It had been following her for a while now. She made to start running again when black shadows materialised in front of her in the shape of a tall woman. Cloaked completely in black. She turned to lift exposing a grey misty face and black lips. The Nightwatcher walked up to lift and rested a hand on her shoulder. You are young child of Chanarach. Her voice echoed through lifts' head. Child of Chanarach, that was one of the Vorin gods. Lift wasn't Vorin, she was a little superstitious though. Had the Nightwatcher just spokes to her? That was bad luck indeed. I do not think that you would have taken this curse or boon on your own. So I will have to choose for you. Lift saw the voidbringer again. This time it came into full view. The words came out before lift could stop them "life before death, strength before weakness, journey before destination." It stopped dead in it's tracks
"You speak the first ideal so young." The Voidbringer said.
"Don't speak Voidbringer." Lift looked at the thing. It made faces when it talked which gradually faded into the mess of vines that was it's body. "Kinda' puny for a Voidbringer." The thing rose up a bit higher and made expressions that lift though looked almost indignant.
"I am not a void spren." It spoke like a lighteyes. Creepy.
"How do I know you're not lying? Voidbringer?" The voidbringer was probably trying to trick her. Lift was not to be fooled so easily. "I'm not a void spren and my name is Wyndle." It sighed. "Seriously, I have no idea why she chose you." Lift shook her head and walked of.
"Come on Voidbringer." Lift called over her shoulder.
"I told you, I'm not a voidbringer!" But Wyndle went anyway.