Prologue:
Fate has a great sense of humor. In these book clad aisles; my fate was already decided in the eve of my conception. Notice how I say conception and not birth. Please, I understand the two are one in the same but I assure you, they are not. Close; save for one difference.
This difference, no matter how slight; is the sole piece of evidence that defines spirits from humans. As it were; humans are born from one another. Two individuals meet; they mate, and that beckons the miraculous result: Children.
Do not misconstrue my words; though. I assure you that spirits can and do fully comprehend human way of making; but as beings from a higher place of existence; it is unnecessary. Physical intimacy; for spirits; have been long been retired. What we do in its stead is by far more pleasurable and much more intimate.
Tethering can be and is our miraculous result. Though, not in the way that most humans think. There is no physical contact; but a mental bond; a two way conduit that sustains mana for the spirit and allows the human who we tether to; the ability to do great and wonderful things: Artes.
To tether is to feel and project the emotions and memories of our human counterparts; and exchange of sorts. In my time; I have gathered memories and store them safely in the Library. It is and intricate bliss that cannot be defined with a handful of words; and my dearies, I would be foolish to try.
In my line of work; I have come to witness the passing of many different fates. Each one has alternate details; like one where the sky is always a coffee hue of dark browns and sepia; much like the color of chocolate. Another; a man works tirelessly to bring green back to the land; and fails. It is always the same faces; the same names and often more than not; the same outcome:
The shattering of the world's life. My job is to watch and record these outcomes.
It is a job that I first struggled with in the earliest days of my life. I want to make it clear; my intentions are not malicious by words true definition but; inaction to be the savior of these realms is Fates' offense. Fate is cruel. I once again, assure you; witnessing the deconstruction of these universes is a necessary evil. It is proof of the human condition; really. Humans, as I witnessed in my line of work; will go to great lengths to destroy things they cannot understand. One cannot go against their nature. Most wouldn't even notice the decline of spiritual life among them…
Nothing illustrates my point more than the fate of our lord; Maxwell. She martyred herself for sake of the humans; and because of this selfless act of defiance; I find myself breaking the rules; to undo my niche; and certainly to bring the stopping of the clocks.
I interfered. I interjected fate; and this of this disobedience; I became a rebel; I spared the citizens of Pan from their fate…
