[color=6ecff6][center][h2]Asceal[/h2][/center]
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[i]Light, warmth, and the others.[/i]

For as long as it had been, and it could not recall a time it had not, those were the three things that had existed in the world.  At least, until now.  

Now there was the disturbance, the fourth thing.  From the very moment the disturbance had manifested the others had perceived the difference between those things that had always been and that which had just emerged, and they had scattered in response.  Alone among its fellows, it had decided to investigate rather than flee.  It didn’t know why it was drawn to the fourth thing, at least not until it was close enough to peer into the disturbance.

[i]Darkness, cold, and others.[/i]

Not [b]the[/b] others, but others still.  Within the disturbance they could be seen falling, plummeting towards some distant world, and in their fall they cried out, some in joy, some in agony.  It gazed upon the world they fell toward and, for the first time, it felt a sense of awe.  Those endless others were approaching a place without light or warmth, and yet it could already see the countless things that waited for them.  

Countless things, endless others, and no light, no warmth.  

It knew then why it had been drawn to the fourth thing.  Without hesitation it threw itself into the disturbance, and behind it there were again only three things in the world.  As it joined the immense congregation flowing towards to the dark world below it learned of other worlds and peoples, of cruelties and joys, and of so many things it had not even begun to conceive of.

It learned it was a She.  She learned she should have a name, and so she was Asceal.  Asceal learned she should have a form, and so observed the others and copied one that pleased her. She did not need to learn she had a purpose, for she had known hers what seemed like eons ago.  As she finally entered the dark world she had spent so very long plummeting toward she found herself separated from most of the others, a greater presence having driven almost all of the other souls away, scattering them across the dark.  She felt for them, those who she had already spent forever with, but she had her purpose.

She was the light, and she illuminated the dark space she had been brought to.  The entity before her, the one that had called her here, spoke its greetings and used its power upon her so that she would know its will.  It need not have bothered.  She knew her purpose, and she had not been pulled from her past.  Asceal had chosen to be here.

She watched the first of her fellows depart, driven by as great a purpose as she was, and made ready to do the same.  Yet, as she prepared to ascend the crystal she knew was to be hers, she hesitated.  She had no doubts about what needed to be done, and already she saw how she could do it, but why do it alone?  She regarded the being that that brought her here, and then her comrades.

From the moment of clarity the Architect had granted her she already knew which of the assembled to approach.  There was much to do, but perhaps it could be done faster with a friend.