Whisper Meadowlight's Arc

Chapter 3 of 3

The portal was gone. The caterpillar stood in the grass with his sword drifting beside him. Whisper watched him, a stranger with mystical white skin and a black top hat. He had no way home. "Sit," she said. "You're not going anywhere right now." He looked at her for a long moment. He said nothing, he looked to the tree line where he originally saw the Wind Hound he stood at the ready. The flying sword settled near his shoulder. She noticed the sword leaned toward the caterpillar, like it wanted to stay close. "That sword follows you," she said. "It chose me." He did not explain more. Whisper let the silence sit. Listening was the one thing she trusted in herself. She waited, and after a while he spoke again on his own. Im on a Quest to unlock the mysteries of the universe and to tend to the misfortunes of my world Whisper pointed at the three suns warping overhead. "I sang here once i love the beauty’s of creation and the nature here is wonderful i used to sing all the time but one day i stoppee He tilted his head. "You stopped singing? the more he talked, the more something scratched at Whisper's mind. Something about this stranger was familiar. A memory tried to surface and the corruption shoved it back down. Meadow Wisp stared at her now with a strange focus. His white fire dimmed low. "Your eyes," he said. "I've seen them or i understand them. "We've never met," she said. "No." He shook his head slowly. "But you can tell alot about a person by their eyes ." The sword drifted between them, its gem bright, as if it recognized something they could not. Whisper's chest went tight. The thread pulled hard. For one breath she almost reached for his name, a name she should have had. "I have to go," she said. Her voice shook. "Where?" "Away. Alone." She backed toward the trees. "If I stay near you, it gets worse. Something in me won't let me remember. I have to fight it by myself." He did not stop her. He only watched, the way she had watched him. Whisper walked into the trees alone. She knew now the corruption feared this stranger. That meant he mattered. She would find out why once she had torn the thing loose from her mind.