Wound That Would Not Heal

[shosen]

It worked. Perhaps it was the combination: the burning, Tundrarunner’s power, and the well cleansing, but it worked. I could watch it go, the almost-imperceptible shimmer fading away under Uzil’s skin, but I still reached out to sense it, to be certain.

It was gone. It worked, he was better. And I was glad, truly, because I had been worried about him.

But, it was the moonwell that did it in the end.

Petty, petty, bitter thoughts. We couldn’t have brought all of Lordaeron here, true enough, not even if we’d known to do so. It wouldn’t have changed anything.

But it worked.

And the Light had failed. We tried so hard, but they all just slipped away and we couldn’t call them back.

I thought I was over this. That I’d balanced there, a test of Faith, and failed, fallen, landed broken and shattered.

I thought it couldn’t happen again. I never expected to find myself back on that edge.