Seconds stretch into minutes, or at least it felt that way, as the door that had once opened shut once more and Ketten had time to process what she had seen and heard.
There are Guardians in that room. And something is trying to destroy the world. That much is clear. But...Why? Why would the Guardians be here. Let alone here
in this place. Why have they awoken? The Water Guardian surfaced nowhere near here, why did he come all this way? Ketten considered that maybe since the door had shut she could go back and try to hear more. Or even enter the room....No, that's insane. Surely they'd kill her. Right?.....Right? Still, the urge was there.
Think, Ketten, and think very carefully. If you leave this room again you put yourself at serious risk of being caught. She thought the words, but had no idea if she meant being caught by the Guardians or by her pursuers. She had no idea which was worse.
If you don't, you'll continue to know of this world ending mystery with nothing you can do and nothing more you can know of it. With that, her mind was made. She hesitated slightly, but pulled the door open and stepped lightly into the hallway. She pressed her hand to the wooden door, hoping the affinity would let her extend her consciousness. Unfortunately, she had no such luck. This wood has been dead a long time, it had no conscious to take.
Still, though, she could hear. A male, probably a young man or an old boy, respectively, had apparently spaced out; he sounded confused. ". . .Fear took you over. . ." Suddenly her blood, rather the fluids carrying nutrients throughout her body, ran cold. She didn't know why. But the mere mention of the Guardian of Fear ruined her spirit. Out of everything she knew and had studied of the Guardians, she'd never heard anything good about the Guardian of Fear. She froze in place, and she felt paranoid. She felt a pair of eyes on her. No...This wasn't paranoia, this was real. She was being watched.
The spriggan backed up, letting her spectator get a good look-- whether that was a good or a bad thing she didn't know-- and looked around for any opened-just-a-crack doors. Most were either wide open or sealed closed, so the one that wasn't was pretty obvious. She walked inconspicuously down the hall, all thought of Guardians and cataclysms lost to her for now. When she was perpendicular to the open door, she leaped sideways, throwing herself into the down with as smooth a motion as possible. She felt resistance, the door was thrown open and both Ketten and a cloaked girl tumbled to the floor together. Straddling the figure, Ketten asked but one simple question. "Who are you?"
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