» In the End

WATCHER He was not the partying type. He had only followed the Matron because she had been the orchestrator of all of this and had bade them come. he held a brooding look upon his face as he followed the Matron. The curious nature within him driving him to follow. What was to happen next? Was this another trial of sorts? They were returning to the Pinnacle, the place where he happened to join in on this madness. A set of strange tasks said to actually help the rift. Yet he saw so little in the way of change. The Protector had thanked them, called them the hope of this land. But what had they really done? He had yet to see anything substantial happen, as such he was still quite skeptical of the whole things. Perhaps it was just some clever ruse designed to keep them distracted while a plot moved in the shadows. Or perhaps he was thinking on this too much. Too darkly. As they reached the top the sparkling Matron turned and address them. Music seemed to float from the shinning light. Its origins unknown. Rejoice? Enjoy? What had they actually done? Yet the feeling in the air was unmistakable. It was like the presence of the rift, but lighter. Happier. Something was changing, though he could not see it yet. So he stood there like a stick in the mud. He wasn't much for parties. "Talk." You have three choices in Life: Get up, give in, Or give it all you've got!

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