A Mystery Deep Below

It was another cold, quiet night in the abyss I call home. In all my twenty-eight cycles of life, I could still feel the gentle sway of Torchal. His ancient thoughts, a soft buzz in the back of my mind. A sweet lullaby that kept me calm. It kept us all calm. Soothed raw nerves, quenched anger and remorse. If I paid close enough attention, I could even hear the forming of words.

We all heard the buzzing. Most of us Firen were aware of his consciousness. Very few noticed his movements through the dense waters deep down in this ocean, however. I believe that is what the land walkers called it; ocean.

Just like those above, the Firen also became complacent to their way of life. We took many things for granted and could no longer see the wonders before us. I still saw it. I still felt it. My name is Limmeg. I am sole apprentice to Lar-Naneth. She is the voice of Torchal but goes by many names; healer, witch, crone. I simply call her… mother.