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"I don't know, sweet thing. But if I were you, I'd get it back quick-quick. No
telling what horrible things someone could do to you if they held your
mortality for RANSOM." Ravel clicked her talons together. "It would like be
holding someone's sweet, succulent soul... a puppet dancing on someone's
strings, would you be, and a most sad puppet, too... two? Know where it is, I
do not."
"Hold a moment... you say YOU don't know where my mortality is. Do you
know someone who DOES know where it is?"
Ravel smiled horridly, her tusks gleaming. "Clever, clever, clever you are...
yes, there is ANOTHER who might know the things that Ravel does not..."
"'Another may know?' Who?"
Ravel's eyes dimmed, as if she was staring at something in the distance, and
her voice slowed. "A... fair-skinned one... must you ask. An angel, a deva,
one who soars on the wings of morning and with his hands, is the architect
of horizons. He lies, lies beyond my keeping, in another cage, in another
prison... in his knowing is the knowing of what you wish to know. Ask him
your questions, listen to his answers, use them as guides."
"Where can I find this angel?"
"In a-leaving this prison, to another cursed prison will you arrive... though it
may not appear as such to casual glances. Step a-lightly, and find the golden
link in the ever-shortening chain. The light shall give the dark of the matter,
and new paths shall open to you."
"Delightfully cryptic... though not surprising. Thanks."
Ravel cackled. "Of the past I am not held to particulars... you are fortunate
to receive anything, o caustic one!"
"Oh, am I? It's just that the chain of who knows what and where they are
never seems to be a smooth series of links," I grumbled.
"Ahhh..." Ravel smiled, holding up one of her talons. "And that is why you
must keep each link safe, for if they are not smooth now, imagine what the
chain will be like when MORE links shatter... time and death are not as
patient with others as they are with you."
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