Speaking to Her

[PaparaZzi]

You pamper me, Selune.

The power you gift me overwhelms. I've nearly damaged Antares when I couldn't stop its stream.
You sent me to aid the adventurers, not to hurt them. Lack of control troubles me.

I think I see your omens more clearly than before. They begin arranging into a monolith picture within my mind.
I see a brighter future. I see many pathes. No matter which path I choose, I will walk it together with You.

Other omens, however, disturb me. I was told that Corellon Larethian descended to defend a drow, and
there was nobody to refute this troubling rumor. If anything I read about the elven faith is true...
The last thing this world needs is a crazy god. This omen troubles me more than any other.

But I trust in You and Your guidance.

The last vision You sent me came out as a challenging trial.
I made the preparations I envisioned in my dream sent by You.
I looked into a mirror, I looked for hours, but I wasn't powerful enough.

There was a fight, Selune. I was wise enough to retreat, to flee.
It was a small price that I paid. The shattered glass cut my hands.
I see the mistake I made. It was the path I was meant to walk with friends.
Yet I was alone. I am often alone in the mortal world.

But in my dreams, I always have You.
It is a dangerous delusion, to think oneself special, or the chosen.
But sometimes this comes to mind. Of all the church,
it was me chosen to walk in your True Light.
You are very kind to me.

I must heal my hands and clean my sleeves. This shirt is a precious gift from Carah.
I want to keep it clean in gratitude for her kindness. This shirt is my pure vestment.
In this shirt, I am trusted. And trust is all I ask for my help.

My prayers go to You, Selune.
We will speak again.

Latom.

[PaparaZzi]

You are so beautiful, Selune.

I have adjusted myself according to Your vision.
At last, I have become a City Watchman, a vanguard of law and order.
As amusing as this thought is, I bear my duty vigilantly and true.
I know I shall be rewarded, in the end.

So many rumors about hideous evil,
So little evil happening on my watch.
Between investigating who summoned a crab and midnight idling,
I wonder if I should find somebody to help with my promotion.
Autumn fits very well.

I keep looking into the mirrors.
Your visions are becoming more and more vivid,
And I see their meaning. However...
I am stuck, Goddess. Your Trial has come to a dead end.
If my hands bleed again, questions will be asked.

Miss Furuki might be of use to me, so my intuition tells me.
Or I might test my luck at the walls of Candlekeep.
But here is my promise, Goddess. Sooner or later I will cross the gates.
I still feel cold among these foreign humans, but Your kindness,
Your care is always with me, wherever I go.
How can one resist a dangerous delusion of feeling special?

I am lonely, yet liked, Selune.
Your guidance led me where I am.
We will speak again.

Latom.

[PaparaZzi]

I passed Your test, my Goddess.

The key was there, before my very eyes,
Yet it was hidden by Your mist.

Miss Furuki surpassed my expectations.
She helped me find this key. Her words were true.
I needed not to deceive the mirror.
I needed to deceive myself.

We entered the gateway, passing
a hundred miles within a couple minutes.
Furuki is a very peculiar sort.
She will be of great use to me.
And to You.

I still have much to discover, Selune.
The potential of this realm is truly limitless.
Yet there is one last thing I must defeat.
My own reflection.

Moments like this, I feel my power boil.
A dangerous delusion, is it? No, I can't be
your chosen. Can I not be?

I will tell you my thoughts, dear Goddess.
Until we speak again.

Latom.