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The Call
Margret felt the call, but remembered the woman she loved, and held on.
Hjar felt the call, but had never given up in the face of anything before and didn't intend to do it now, so held on.
Cassia felt the call, but the passion for life burning inside her overwhelmed it with ease, and she held on.
Octavia felt the call, but those of her blood needed her and she would not abandon them again, so she held on.
Potema felt the call, and a fear most primal and most terrible rose up within her, a fear that had dogged her all her life, and desperate to make it stop she held on to—
Elisif heard the call, but if it wanted to convince her, it should have promised her Torryg, and even then she would not go. So she held on.
Dulurza felt the call, but nothing was ever going to try and take her away from her Jarl again, and she held on.
L'laarzen felt the call, but knew that the second chance she had been given was more precious than anything in the world, and held on.
Xander felt the call, and smiled. Gently told it that, though it was nothing personal, he had no intention of ever giving in to something that dared to call itself inevitable. That an end would come even for the end, one day, and that perhaps he would bring that end about—
But for now, if it would be a dear, there was someone he needed it to take care of.
Paarthurnax did not feel the call, for he was Dovah. And while Dragonrend had been incomprehensible, this was something truly unthinkable, and so it passed over him like he was not there.
Elenwen felt the call, and there was nothing within her that she might hold to, nothing that would even think to stand against it. And so she was gone.
The body of an Elf who had once had a name slumped to the ground, mid-stride, like a marionette with its strings cut.
The final part of this chapter will be released tomorrow.