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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]The Weeping[/color][/h1]
[i]Location:A pond in Millenia Park, Paragon City[/i][/center]
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The Weeping saw the strange energy to late as the bolt slammed into their chest. Nigel heard a shrill scream reverberating through his entire being and was blinded by the sudden break from the darkness into the light as his body crashed into the shallow pond. Realizing he was back in control of his body. Nigel blinked his eyes several times as his eyes readjusted to the sudden change in surroundings. He slowly raised his hand to his chest and lightly pressed against it realizing something was wrong.

There was no pain. None whatsoever.

[color=ed1c24]'Huh?'[/color] He thought to himself.

It was then that the other strange thing was noticed that he had ignored from the strangeness of the lack of pain. The voices. All of the voices in his head. There was no unity. There was a strange discord of laughter, sighs of relief, and overlapping of multiple voices. Some seemed hellbent on going about and reclaiming old debts, while others were shocked at their newfound state. The Weeping raised his hands to his head and pressed them against his temple before inwardly shouting.

[color=ed1c24]'Quiet!!'[/color]

His orange eyes threatened to pop out of their eye sockets. What was this? He began to touch his face making sure he was truly alive. For the first time since he had reawakened there was silence. Nigel could feel tears beginning to creep into the corner of his eyes. Anytime he had spoken to the spirits before had been a harsh reprimand. Vile retorts. Sometimes they would get louder just in an effort to piss him off. But now?

Sweet.

Utter.

Bliss.

After taking in the silence for a moment. He asked the question in his mind.

[color=ed1c24]'What's going on?'[/color]

There was more silence at first until he heard a soft female voice speak up almost as if she was whispering in his ear.

[color=ed1c24]'[b]SHE SLEEPS. THAT MAGIC NEARLY KILLED HER AND SHE IS RESTING TO RESTORE HER STRENGTH.[/b]'[/color]

A slight murmuring began to build in The Weeping's mind as the other voices began hushed whispers to each other as The Weeping noticed his feet were dragging across the bottom of the pond and his head was touching shoreline. He sighed a mixture of relief but also tiredness. It was now that he felt a tiny finger begin to gently tap his forehead. He glanced upward noticing a small figure looking down at him curiously.

Slowly flipping himself over he looked at the small girl in front of him. She must have been no older than seven or eight and she looked familiar to him. She was wearing a tattered outfit with a well-worn and unraveling beanie on her head. The small child began to move her hands and fingers in front of herself as she seemed unsure of signing to The Weeping. Needless to say, The Weeping was confused as he knew nothing of sign language, and he became slightly bewildered as his hands raised upward on their own and began to sign back to the small child.

One of the spirits was conversing with the child and the small girl with filthy blonde hair released a giggle as The Weeping finally stood up which caused the child to extend her hands skyward in a gesture that seemed to scream pick me up. The Weeping embraced the small child and lifted her up into his arms as a spirit whispered in his ear. The same female voice from earlier.

[color=ed1c24][b]'SHE WANTS TO GO HOME. SHE IS LOST. TAKE HER TO THE MELTING POT. HER FAMILY KNOWS OF YOU BECAUSE OF YOU MAKING THAT PLACE SAFER THAN IT HAD BEEN.'[/b][/color]

Nigel looked down at the homeless girl who had her eyes closed and realized the spirit must have signed that she needed to keep her eyes closed. A small smile crossed The Weeping's lips as the duo vanished into the shadows.