Lost Souls: 3

Published Oct 8, 2022, 5:33:24 AM UTC | Last updated Nov 13, 2022, 3:14:47 AM | Total Chapters 5

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For Dracostryx's Great Harvest event.

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Chapter 3: 3

Hooooomee.., a high, thin voice kept calling out. I cannot find my way hooooooommeee....

The guthane known as Bren looked up from where he'd been sitting under one of the pine trees that dotted the middle north to see a glowing blue spirit darting about looking as though it was thoroughly lost. Cersul was not yet here, so he had to summon her through the spirit link he'd been trained since his youth to tap into.

Cersul...

Coming, Bren.

And within seconds, the horned tyto appeared in a swirl of icy mist.

There were advantages to being, if not a goddess, then a powerful spirit in one's own right.

"It's lost," Bren said simply, and Cersul understood. It was not often that they encountered a spirit who wasn't trying to remain in the physical world, but it did happen, and helping out lost spirits was as much a task for them as herding the others and sending them back into the world of spirits was.

Come, little spirit, Cersul told it gently. Come with me, and I will help you.

Loooooossst..., it kept saying. Looooooooossst...

I know the way home. But you must come with me, or you will remain lost forever.

Wheeerrrrrreee do I fiiiiiiinnnd?

Come. I will guide you back.

With that, she summoned her own wisp. A wisp that took the form of a stag. Patiently it waited for instructions as it used its presence to help calm its wayward kin.

Follow us. We will help you find your way back.

And with Bren helping out, the three of them set off in search of something most people wouldn't know where to find it or even how to identify it: a place where the veil separating the worlds of spirit and matter was at its thinnest. Here they would guide the lost wisp back. Here they would ensure it found its way home, and as they approached, the lost wisp began to grow more and more excited, as it, too, sensed the weakened barrier nearby.

Hooommme! I am going hoooommmme!

Yes. Yes you are going home.

It darted about the heads of Cersul, Bren and the stag wisp excitedly and with great gratitude.

Thaaaaank yooooou! Thaaaaaankk yooouu!

That is what we are here for: to help spirits like you find their way back home.

One more dance above their heads, and then the wisp sped towards the gap, disappearing completely from view when it did.

Once it was gone, Bren smiled.

It was good to be someone who helped, and not just someone who ordered others about.

Come, Bren. Let us go.

"Yes. Let us go."

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