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“What will that mean in the days to come, I wonder. I’ve lived a long, long time, and these are the moments I wait for.”  — The Outsider

After the Great Burning, The Outsider watched this planet’s inhabitants emerge from the guts of the earth. They saw him through the ripples of the water and the yawning shadows beneath the cliffs. He tells them his true name. An old name. They repeat it back to him with praise and awe. Magnificent shrines made out of stone were once erected in his name and holidays, now lost and faded from history’s records, were spent worshipping him. Families would offer their belongings or craft elaborate gifts for him. The more boisterous of the group would offer their children for safe passage, good luck, a bountiful catch and so forth. He has watched them take their young ones and drown them in the ocean or in the rivers, leaving foam in their wake as they thrash out. He is curious, but only for a moment.

The Outsider has accepted the smaller and frowned upon gifts. Fishermen, sailors and pirates have taken to carving his name into bones. This he finds interesting and he has taken them all, pleased with the work, and laid upon it a whisper from The Void. Whether it destroys or enlightens the man is determinate on The Void and the wearer. The Outsider simply observes.

Now this planet’s inhabitants scorn him. There are less offerings and the world does not remember his true name. The Outsider does not mind. He never cared for the offerings. Intrigue is the sweetest gift one can give to the entity and there is one individual who gives it to him in abundance. Corvo is different. He can see the possibilities within the man’s life, but Corvo always seems to choose the path he least expects or crafts one completely new. There are few like him and when Corvo comes upon one of his shrines or enters The Void, he always answers.

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This is a really sweet piece of writing!!