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The Path of The Seeker

I find myself here again, though this time I am alone. I wait knowing that sometime the sun will rise. I have wandered many paths, but something draws me to this place. The winds blow softly and chill upon my face. I watch the darkness, wondering what brings me here again. In the distance, a single fiery point of light streaks from horizon to horizon, scattering the darkness before it. Just as its light fades from the sky, another fiery light rises behind me and arcs over my head. Again the light fades slowly in the night, leaving darkness. I smile at the lights. Two paths crossing in the darkness. I wonder where Sorveno's path has led him. Our paths parted so long ago. Surrounded again by darkness, I wait. Bright lights catch my eye. Two this time. One beside the other, they soar into the sky, their paths drawing fiery arcs across the darkness. Two separate paths, yet friends along the journey. The wind blows cold and I realize I am still alone. If only someone walked the same path. Two lights to hold back the darkness, but the darkness returns once again. In the silence, between the gusts of wind, another light appears. It climbs high into the sky and seems to pause a moment, as if waiting. In that moment, a second light climbs, following the path of the first. The first guides the second across the sky and they disappear together to a place beyond my vision. The wind returns with a howl and rushes through the valley below. The first drops of a light rain fall upon the ground, kicking up the lingering dust to scent the air. For a few moments I exist in this land of wind and rain. With a brilliant flare, the six fiery lights leap into the sky again, twisting and turning, each following its own course. Six seekers on six journeys, yet they blaze a common path through the darkness. Their light burns away the deepest shadows of the night and the darkness in my mind. I find myself here again, with six lights shining strong against the darkness. Their path arcs into the first light of the rising sun. I wait and watch as the last traces of their passing fade in the brightness of a new dawn. The sun climbs above the horizon, a circle of golden light. Slowly, I rise to my feet. With the touch of cold rain and warmth of the sun on my face, I follow the path of the six seeking lights into the golden circle of a new dawn. - Arianda The Seeker