Through Glass Darkly

Below, the fountain of Khah’ee delivered up his water; water that looked alive or at least looked like it was the source of life. Seth remembered what Quin told him, “to anyone in possession of a gift from the Weaver it will reveal who they are in the eyes of the Weaver. Anyone willing to lay down their gift at the foot of the fountain, the Khah’-ee will reveal mysteries. There you will find answers to questions that you have not yet asked. Seth it is time to restore that, which was stolen,” Seth pulled Pistis from the sheath laying it across his open palms. It’s splendor, like Gavial’s garments had transformed and now captivated him all the more. His breath caught in his throat. The edge of the blade caught and reflected his own image, it startled him. It was a face that he no longer recognized. So many of the old lines of hurt were vanquished, the eyes were soft and settled, the look of self-confidence mixed with self-doubt somehow had been replaced with reassurance. He sighed as he looked for the one he once knew, thoughts of Rin, the last ten years of caring for Pistis, his adventure with Yobstein, Fin, and even Arlin, flooded his mind. Now this is all that was left of that life, he found that he was reluctant to relinquish it. Seth shook himself as from some dream or making sure he was not dreaming. He half expected to roll over and find himself safe in his own bed. A cool breeze blew across the marble platform, and the rush from the fountain and rivers filled his ears. He clutched the sword almost to the point of drawing blood.