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Obelisk of Fate

He watched as Alexis Greyriver turned and fled, bowing to him. As he watched her figure disappear in the distance and now that he could no longer gaze into her eyes, the same nagging doubts assailed him. Here was someone from Ostiarium, studying part of their culture, making notes, knowing secrets and old dogmas of the faith now only known to a few.

An Helian with strange eyes, right here in the city, hiding under their noses, asking questions about relics, hinting at dark actions from the Brotherhood, speaking of unspoken secrets. Casting further doubt into all that was happening. If she was here, maybe others could be too. Agents of the Gate City, hunting the penintents trekking across the Pilgrimage of Bones to prevent the rebirth of the Prophetess.

He looked at the tall Obelisk reaching up to the sky, the waning moon almost right above it. He pled for answers from the Twins. For guidance. He had never felt so filled with doubt and concern. He bowed his head in resignation when he heard the sound of shuffling feet behind him.

He turned slowly not believing his eyes. Treading slowly across the sands, a young woman and a child moved past him as if they could not see him. Their steps were small as if taken with great pain and effort. Their eyes focused on the Obelisk. His mouth dropped as the small child reached with her small hand and touched the stone, smiling, looking up at someone he thought dead. Her skin was blistered and burnt, her lips cracked and her clothes almost like rags. His eyes was drawn to the knife at her belt. The sting of a Skara.

The young slave with fiery red hair stood, looking at her companion who beckoned to her. She wobbled closer and her too reached out to place her hand upon the Obelisk.

Only then did Islana and Madaya seemed to realise there was someone standing near them. A man with greenish robes, with embroided tusks on the hem of its sleeves.

The man dropped to his knees and bowed his head to the sand, tears streaming from his eyes...