Order of The Spirit Guard

17 H.E. (Kolut Isle)

Advised by the Clerk SeaStone

   Shall it be known on this day, the twelfth of the sixth month, the Spirit spoke their peace. Countess of the Calling, The Bright Countess Tamiqua, hence brings forth The Spirit Of Her Blood, in the trial efforts of the eternal grace of thee kingdom Tortall.

Shall she has, will, and may forever whisper in the air surrounding thy. With thy promise, comes the binding. With thy binding comes hope. With thy hope comes the power of change, and with that, comes a choice. Thy bond is stronger than that of a god's bless, but is as fragile as a whisper of strength. For if thy, the Spirit's chosen, does not chose thy path, all may be lost. Choice! It is choice that thy Countess gives, for destiny cannot be taken lightly; even of it brings darkness upon all. Call upon her bond in times of need! Call upon it! Rise with thy power! Only thy chosen may choose thy power. Only thy chosen can call thy power. Only thy chosen, and may you be thy chosen. Thy worked hard on thy bond, making it strong, but it may never be used. Choice! All depends on it. Thy may never find this bond. Choice! All depends on it. Thy will not be forced. Choice! All depends on it! Thy may not have chosen a warrior's path. Choice! All depends on it, as it should be. Choice. May you be bound to thy bond in your time of need. Choice.

May you bring light.

 

Twelfth day of the sixth month: 17 H.E.

  To explain I have asked my loyal friend, SeaStone, to guide you as much as I can. It is thy year 17 H.E. and it is my hope that my cousin, King Aden, will be able to turn this land into a kingdom. I have worries of the future. I can sense it. I smell war. I see death. I see glory as well, much more than the fear, war and death. I smell it, in the air – already, change is arriving. Perhaps my senses are wild, being a mage all as is, but thy sense is strong and changing. Female – I sense it. Female – yes, it is time. It is time. It will grow, painfully slow, until one day, one will do thy impossible. Female, yes. Then they will follow and along my chosen shall. I have no name. I have no sense of thy person. They will chose thy path, and they will follow, if thy dare. Then, my Spirit Guard will know. Call upon him, my faithful, immortal friend. The one who is not a god, nor a monster. The one that we all – wise females- become one with when we part the living world. We Guide. It is much a confusing tale, my sympathy. Call for my friend, and he will guide you, as he has guided thee. Much I cannot tell you for thy future lies on your choice. Chance may have it all will be doomed, but my gift to thee is a single ray of hope. Use it wisely, dear heart warrior. Call him in need. I give thee my faith, chosen. Do not fail me.

Flight to thy friend

Hope is called

Bound to thy

Bound to thee

I call

Wind to my wings

Power in thy soul

Call me thy light

Might thy save all

I am thy chosen

I call

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I'll allow you to ponder that and I refuse to explain your confusion. I'm horribly cruel, I know. For a starter, this chapter goes along with the one before this so I updated it twice in one day because they were both done. Since (obviously) there have been no reviews for these two chapters, I cannot give poll results in this chapter. But as you might notice, it's not a REAL chapter.

Goddess Bless

(Mithros knows I need it)

Karr