Cybil walked along the road, the two huge stones still around her neck, tied together, weighing her down. Her Burdens. The manifestation of what she carried inside. She had seen the way others jumped to try to help, without understanding the purpose of the stones. She gained insight on what she had done in the past, to help people, ignoring the fact that she brought her own burdens to them as well, like an anchor, keeping her from being as much of a help as she could have been. But she couldn't throw them away; she had seen the effect of doing that on Others. Lauan tried, and she was a wreck for it. Cybil understood now. She had to carry her burdens, so she would not be a burden to those she helped.
And so she walked, into the crossroads, toward the Military Ward. Her three days where nearly up. She was bruised, banged by falls and by the stones, but she was still content inside. Content that she had completed the physical portion of this trial, and managed to do so without the help that was so readily offered to her, or the crutch of her own divine magics. And then she tripped....
And so she walked, into the crossroads, toward the Military Ward. Her three days where nearly up. She was bruised, banged by falls and by the stones, but she was still content inside. Content that she had completed the physical portion of this trial, and managed to do so without the help that was so readily offered to her, or the crutch of her own divine magics. And then she tripped....
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