Page 82 of Gift from the Source
I’m not sure if she’s shared that experience or memory with you all by this point, but there was a moment in her happiness that she began to glow. I was stunned and had no idea why.
Until I returned to Elementra a short while later.
The moment she glowed was the same moment Corentin didn’t reach you and lost control over his gift.
The realization that even across realms you all were heightening each other’s emotions was overshadowed completely by the anger and hatred I felt toward Elementra in that moment. I have no doubt she felt it all the way in the beyond.
It grew the more I heard Corentin bellow your name as he destroyed his room. He felt like he was too late and failed you.
I felt like I had failed all of you.
Elementra knew as well as I did, and hopefully you as well, that I would’ve done everything within my power to stop it. I rarely got visions while I was in the nonmagical realm with Willow and I’ve often wondered if the timing of that was purposeful. I would’ve changed the whole trajectory of many paths that day if I could’ve.
If I had known the girl you were spending all your time with was Silvia, I would’ve stopped you then.
I would’ve killed her the moment I laid my eyes on her.
Her loyalty to the Summum-Master and Mastery runs deep. Deeper than you can imagine but will soon enough know. She was born into it, and she has festered like the monster she is.
She is so much like her own mother.
I questioned Elementra so many times as to why she blocked so much of your life from me. When you were younger, even before your emerging, you were a blind spot and I never knew why.
Until now.
The visions Elementraallows to slip through my gift have been narrowed down to the slightest margin. By now, you’ll have seen through Willow and just your own knowledge of the gift, we can’t explain what we see because it alters the course. Some courses are already so small that any variation will destroy any reality that could’ve come from it.
You always had too many paths to narrow down.
You’re unpredictable. Always have been.
Even the creator herself has had trouble narrowing down your future.
I found it quite fascinating until that dreadful day.
Then I hated it.
I hated that you were so much like me.
Guilt ate me alive.
I firmly believed that it was too much of my influence that made you the way you were. I told myself so many times that I never should’ve encouraged your curious, secretive, and teasing nature.
I should’ve been stricter. I should’ve kept a better eye on what you boys were getting into. I shouldn’t have urged you to continue pushing your gift.
I should’ve been able to see.
But that’s not how any of it worked as we well know.
Silvia, the Summum-Master, the Gales, the Everglows, myself, and so many more all made their choices. Which resulted in only one path for you.
We never could’ve imagined the man who would come out of the nightmare they created.
And I’m so sorry for that.
The day you were rescued…
You’ve always held resentment toward me for not being there. I’ve seen it in your eyes so many times.
