The battle rages and I watch, waiting for you to call my name. I wait and I wait, but the battle has ended; you do not need me to come. Maybe you will another time. Maybe.

And so I continue waiting.

Quite a ways back, my siblings told me Adepts were coming, Adepts with Djinn. They were coming to unlock us, to let us once again see the world. I had waited in that cave for so long, longer than words can say, waiting for the fresh breeze of the outside world, not the gusts of statues. I longed for the day and I awaited it eagerly, but until it came I thought it never would.

"Felix?" asked the voice of a girl, carried to me by the fake breeze.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you staring at that pillar like that?" Her words were strange to me, so different from the whispering of the artificial wind.

"I was wondering what would happen if I were to push it here." This statement was followed by the sound of stone scrapping over stone. Moments later the noise of heavy rock being dropped reached me. And what seemed like moments later, so did you.

There were five of you, four resonating with Psynergy. You spotted me and a grin came to your face, glad to have found me. You approached, walking between the two rows of rubble. Studying the runes and symbols carved upon the surface of my current form, you reached out to me. When your hand touched the cold stone that I was, you were still smiling.

And then I was free.

You left and I went with you, invisible, intangible. I felt so happy, so delighted that you had found me. "Thank you!" I cried. "Thank you!"

You did not hear me.

I watched your smile fade as all smiles do when monsters appeared. This was the first time I'd seen them, none being capable of reaching or being a threat to me.

You, however, they could reach.

You, however, they could threaten.

Your comrades fought and you fought along side them, calling on the Djinn to help you. I was surprised, oh so surprised, when you decided to call on me with your hand raised high.

The fight quickly ended and afterwards you were fine, your wounds and that of your companions healed. I listened as you talked to your friends and gave each helping Djinn a pat on the head. I watched as you walked away from the site of the battle and I wanted to know what you would say to me.

You didn't. So I waited as I followed you, sure you'd remember and once again be glad I was with you.

I dwelled upon it, having nothing else to think of. I know I owe you and I do thank you, but... don't I get a simple thanks?

More battles past, each fight with the same result. You would call upon me, but never thank me. Gradually, I began to realize why: I was an attack. I was a technique to be called on and nothing more, nothing to thank, nothing to be glad of. I was nothing and so that was what you said to me.

Did you not know how grateful I was and still am? Did you not hear me laugh when we reached the outside world? Did you not?

Why then? Why do I continue to follow when you barely know I am here?

Because once in a cave filled with wind, you smiled at me and were glad.

And so I continue waiting.