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[Lambdadelta has known about a certain fragment for countless years.
The Sea of Fragments is vast, and a Voyager Witch has endless time - perhaps that's what caused her to stumble upon that singular fragment at just the right point in it's time three thousand years in relation to the present day within it.
The odds of such an occurrence were astronomical, of course - but they still happened, regardless. And with that Fragment in her hands, she watched a single human very closely. A Young - only 15 years old! - King, as he had to order the execution of his own family member.
She whispered to him, asking if he had the resolve to see himself rule.
There was no response, but he proved it anyway.
For a while, she watched - both out of interest and out of respect to the Creator of the Fragment, who was clearly interfering in their own ways. No sense in pushing anything, after all, and it seemed like they were fine with her little pokes here and there.
...Until that Creator suddenly decided to be way more hands off, giving that same King a job to do.
That was when she pounced, inviting him to her own place. Being so impressed with him refusing a wish from her that she granted him her certainty regardless, saying that as long as his will never faltered, what his God wanted from him would never fail.
Of course, their meetings didn't end there. There was a certain joy in inviting a Human to play games with her - though as time went on, she noticed he began to slip from Humanity's grasp...and approached something a little like a Witch, but never fully committed.
...Which of itself was a little sad, because she knew he'd never truly become one. He didn't have the aptitude for it, and he'd very quickly die of boredom. So he'd have to languish in this half state for however long he lived.
She would, with certainty, miss him when he finally passed on.
But that was now in the past - because now, he'd returned to a human state, in a visage that almost reminded her of how he looked like the first time she'd ever whispered to him, testing his resolve.
So, after about halfway into the week, she waited until he was asleep...and called him to her once more.
As before, he wakes up in her room, amidst all her cutesy decor - at a table, with a cup of tea set in front of him, as she sits across him with a smile.]
...Enjoying yourself, Solomon? Oops, my bad - it's Romani Archaman now, isn't it?
The Sea of Fragments is vast, and a Voyager Witch has endless time - perhaps that's what caused her to stumble upon that singular fragment at just the right point in it's time three thousand years in relation to the present day within it.
The odds of such an occurrence were astronomical, of course - but they still happened, regardless. And with that Fragment in her hands, she watched a single human very closely. A Young - only 15 years old! - King, as he had to order the execution of his own family member.
She whispered to him, asking if he had the resolve to see himself rule.
There was no response, but he proved it anyway.
For a while, she watched - both out of interest and out of respect to the Creator of the Fragment, who was clearly interfering in their own ways. No sense in pushing anything, after all, and it seemed like they were fine with her little pokes here and there.
...Until that Creator suddenly decided to be way more hands off, giving that same King a job to do.
That was when she pounced, inviting him to her own place. Being so impressed with him refusing a wish from her that she granted him her certainty regardless, saying that as long as his will never faltered, what his God wanted from him would never fail.
Of course, their meetings didn't end there. There was a certain joy in inviting a Human to play games with her - though as time went on, she noticed he began to slip from Humanity's grasp...and approached something a little like a Witch, but never fully committed.
...Which of itself was a little sad, because she knew he'd never truly become one. He didn't have the aptitude for it, and he'd very quickly die of boredom. So he'd have to languish in this half state for however long he lived.
She would, with certainty, miss him when he finally passed on.
But that was now in the past - because now, he'd returned to a human state, in a visage that almost reminded her of how he looked like the first time she'd ever whispered to him, testing his resolve.
So, after about halfway into the week, she waited until he was asleep...and called him to her once more.
As before, he wakes up in her room, amidst all her cutesy decor - at a table, with a cup of tea set in front of him, as she sits across him with a smile.]
...Enjoying yourself, Solomon? Oops, my bad - it's Romani Archaman now, isn't it?
