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What devilry is this?

Did my cure fail?

No. This is something new.

I feel a sickness spreading through the World. It is a steady ache that is growing more painful by the moment. I know well the slow death the cancer and parasites bring to the World for I have felt it every day for a lifetime. Pain and suffering, death and decay, hatred and malice, crime and deception the cancer is many things and the parasites take many forms. But I have never felt something like this. This open sore, this ragged gash in the wholeness of the World sickens me like no other has.

I must act. I must stop this new sickness before it spreads like the cancer has and overtakes the World. My wings curl around my body and I call to the World and tell it to change. I see the threads of the World bend and shift around me and they almost protest at the change I am bringing to them. It is almost a grievous wound and it pains me to inflict such pain upon it, but I must if I am to reach this sickness in time. 

I have torn a hole and the World shudders as two pieces of itself are linked where they should not be. Through a gaping hole in the sky I can see the city of Lost Haven burning and I know the people below can see the change in the sky. Where I am it is still blue, and not this sickly color. But the people are not the only ones who see my conduit. 

I soar through the hole on a platform of solid air and I let the World return to normal there. The hole in the sky and the patch of blue vanish. But I think I might be too late. I feel an ache inside myself as I see the pain and death laid out in a city that I had just healed weeks ago. There is a new sickness here and I can sense the epicenter. I continue to soar closer to the place that I can feel. 
 
I know that I should be able to heal it. It is my gift, that I can bring healing to the World. But this sickness is different. My thoughts are pulled away from healing as things that I cannot name; things that burn with this new sickness begin to rise towards me. They are drawn to my light like moths to a flame and like moths that meet the flame, those who meet me shall perish.

I call to the World again and tell it to change, to sweep a curtain of unmaking and change these things to dust and ashes. But though the world ripples and the change spreads these things are not changed and the ripple only draws more of them. I feel a sudden panic. Nothing has ever not changed when I willed it. I am the World’s Chosen, how could something in the World resist the change I bring to it?

I have not time for such thoughts as the things come in droves, countless thousands rising up from a hole within the city. The World solidifies around me as a shield made from the air, but with thousands of claws hammering it I know that the shield will not hold for long. 

I try again to unmake them, and the World ripples for a second time. But the only thing that is unmade is the shield that I had crafted and the hoard of creatures pours in on me. I feel claws and teeth tear at my skin, shredding my flesh, and I scream.

I scream to the World and as my scream echoes and grows louder the World gives answer. Torrents of fire and lightning erupt in the sky around me. Winds whip spears of ice and hail at speeds stronger than the fastest tornado. And my body erupts in a burst of solid light that sends shattered creatures flying through the skies in the thousands to eventually crash broken to the surface of the World below. 

But though I have slain thousands now countless more of these creatures continue to rise. At least they are all coming for me. I am sparing the World of their attacks for now. I have drawn their attention and the swarming hordes all rise from the city to come towards me. 

Again and again the World lashes out at the creatures. Fiery pillars erupt from thin air, explosions shatter them, blades of air cut them to ribbons, and yet there seems to be no end to them. Still I call forth the fury of the World on them to keep forcing them back and hold them away from the World at large. There is nothing else I can do. It is my purpose to save the World.

I am Mercy.

I am the World’s Chosen.

What if I am not enough?