[center][color=#88C070][h2][b][u]A New Goal[/u][/b][/h2]
[h3]Silverwick[/h3][/color][/center]

Fay had been sitting quite close to the fire again when it had decided to double in size with a whoosh of heat. The Wrelmsman woman dragged herself backwards quickly, before watching the flame intently, hoping to discern the cause. When it started to speak, she noticed that she wasn't nearly as surprised as she should have been. Tonight had tempered her to the supernatural, though her rational brain was concerned that this kind of event could happened in the future and she would react as if it were commonplace. That was a sobering thought for a student of science.

She continued to listen in silence as the fire was asked who it was, and it answered. She learned that it was Aktorr Xurtas, the God of War. It was this being and others among it whom Fay knew was responsible for the forbidden knowledge that was now in Quoris' mind, to which Fay now also had access to. In an indirect way, she had a lot to be thankful to this god and its brethren for. She had so many questions, but the God's fiery displeasure at a fairly harmless inquiry from Adrianna suggested to Fay that these were best to wait.

The fire went on to explain its displeasure at the failures of the former Shadow Legion, and Fay could feel Quoris bristling inside her mind. Feelings of indignation bled into her own mind as if it was she who was being insulted, and the thought [color=#88C070][i]"Nothing that went wrong was my fault!"[/i][/color] swam in Fay's head before discovering it was in the wrong mind, and fizzling out. Fay willed her spiritual guide to be silent, and continued to listen.

As she learned more and more of why she had been summoned here, and what was being asked of her now, Fay grew excited and terrified in equal measure. One the one hand, Fay had many private grievances with the world and its leaders. The disagreements. The wars. The disputes and scandals. It didn't have to be this way, if only people would sit down and think! And Fay was being told, nay, given permission to fight to make her dream would come true. On the other hand, Fay wasn't a warrior. She was just a surgeon. This ask was beyond her. It wasn't even merely a case of strength or power, as the fire had addressed the concerns of another Chosen. Could Fay commit crimes in the name of their goal? Could she...kill?

The next statement of the fire gave Fay some comfort. She could have an even more important purpose in this team than helping them fight besides patching them up after the battle; she could be the glue that holds them together. They were strong willed and may chase their own short-term agendas, but Fay had no short term agendas. Her life was now one of a Chosen, and she wanted no part of her old one. Her agenda could be to keep the peace, act as the heart of the group, and stop people from falling out.

However, she grew extremely worried when news was told of men searching for the Chosen, pursuing them, with the goal of capturing them or worse. And it was now when the God chose to leave them. That had taken the golden sheen off her imaginary future. Now she was scared, and anxious, and on edge. How was she supposed to rest like this? [color=#88C070][i]"Then again,"[/i][/color] intruded the alien thought, making room for itself in Fay's mind and burrowing in like a parasite, [color=#88C070][i]"I am very tired."[/i][/color]

Before she knew it, Fay was yawning, and her eyes were trying to close themselves. Fay didn't even want to fight it. She was tired now, and if they were attacked, surely the noise and commotion would wake her up. The God advised them to rest, and rest she would, as she allowed her eyes to close, and fell asleep.