Chapter Seven
A Disturbance In Time
I stood in The Void, watching as the mortal walked away from the Shrine. Why am I glaring at the mortal? I suddenly realized that I had been clenching my hands into fists. Am I…angry?
Why do I feel such…disappointment at their choice?
I shook my head, sighing. Why does every mortal have to pick power?
Was Corvo Attano the anomaly? Did he alone understand the true meaning of justice, and the use of the power of which I bestow?
"Why?" I wonder aloud. "Why…why…why…"
Why am I so…entranced by this mortal?
Why do I care so much about the decisions they make?
Why am I…infuriated that this mortal chose the Tale of Power?
Are these questions coming from the remnants of my Humanity? Is it my conscience speaking to me? Is that why I care? Is that why I am feeling, doing, what I am now?
Is this what it is like to be "Human" again, after so many millennia?
I teleported myself to the opposite end of The Void, and I slashed my hand viciously through the air. I closed my eyes, and with a deep breath, I opened the Tapestry of Time.
So it was that I began to gaze upon my mortal acquaintance…
The amount of choices facing this young mortal is simply…overwhelming.
Kill a man one day, the child of the man dies the next day. The mother, stricken with grief, joins a street gang, and begins to seek revenge…
Betray a close friend one day; a family member dies the next…
Time is like a never-ending wheel, forever turning on and on.
Life is like walking along the edge of a blade. You never know when you are going to be cut.
If the mortal refuses to take these lessons to heart, the World as it is known now will know a horrific darkness. That much is certain…
The mortal is contemplating the Tale of Madness, the Tale of Love, or the Tale of Obsession…
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Something is wrong.
I forced my eyes to open, and I inhaled sharply. Is it possible for me to feel pain?
There is a disturbance in The Void…An unnatural disturbance in Time…in the Tapestry…
I extended my hand, and I grasped the disturbance, as a seamstress would grab a thread. I followed the thread to its origin.
No…
This is impossible!
She cannot have this kind of power…Not here…
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The thread led me to a tree, now empty of its prisoner.
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All that remained in the witch's stead was a bloodied rose of white, and a message written in blood: "Vengeance will be mine."
