Maybe if you answer my questions. You were trying to eat me?
YES.
I guess you're not an Ethereal being then, because we don't need to eat.
THE HUNGER OF ANOTHER LIFE REMAINS, BUT YOU ARE ALL THERE IS TO CONSUME.
What does that mean? What are you, anyway?
IGNORANCE.
You're ignorance?
NO. YOU ARE. IDIOT.
That's helpful. Listen, if you tell me about yourself, I might let you go. Are you what we call a Psion?
YES.
Glad we have that established. Now what's a Psion?
A CHILD OF TWO LIVES.
Two lives?
IT IS SIMPLE, FOOL. I AM OF MATTER AND ETHER.
I already knew you were some kind of cross between a physical being and ethereal one, but what are you?
YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO REALIZE.
Oh?
I WAS ONCE OF THIS PLANET, BUT I WAS ALSO ONCE YOUR SISTER.
As I recall, the second rite turns wisps into stars. Stars are made of physical matter. I think psions are what happen when a wisp fails to properly second rite itself. Or something like that.
>First, attempt to consciously command the fragment of yourself in her possession, to the greatest possible degree. Should this act seem to harm you, or to cause further trouble, withdraw immediately; should the whole idea be impossible, then resort to the above, making your first action to steal the essence from her.
>Should you understand anything of what is happening, explain it, and forbear from any action you know to be fruitless or hazardous.
A cliffhanger? Sounds like a great time forrrrrr....
INTERLUDE
I was - or am - the greatest master of the powers of the First Rite the universe has ever known. A pretentious statement, yes, but how many Wisps do you meet who have mastered the power so fully that the children of their links are linked from birth as well? Learning to use the First Rite on eyeless beings - that was but the first step, and the easiest. Many Wisps discover this in their own time. Learning to use the First Rite on a brainless creature, however? Much more difficult. Their souls are so very tiny; one must be very careful not to kill them outright. I knew a Wisp who made the mistake of possessing his first link, a newborn - its neural pathways overloaded, turning its brain to slush. It did, in fact, have a brain: the seat of the mind. The word mind being synonymous with soul, of course, but I digress. If the mind of a creature well advanced in evolution could not handle Ether's touch, imagine what skill, what finesse, it truly takes to do what I did.
I used the First Rite on a virus.
It may have, in retrospect, been a bad idea. My ambition was so great that I didn't aim for a bacteria, which, albeit composed of only one, is still a cellular organism. No, that would have been too easy. I sought one of the smallest forms of life in existence. And the thing about viruses, you see, is that they reproduce and die very quickly. My first attempts didn't last long, as you might imagine. Until I learned the trick of passing Ether's touch through generations upon generations of links. That was when things really... took off.
Another aspect of viruses is that they require... a host. I had recruited several more standard links at this point in time, in addition to the two I was feeding Soma and Cephal. None of them lasted long. Do I regret exposing them to the disease - my disease? Considering the eventual outcome, of course I do, but at the time I felt no remorse. No remorse, that is, until through an inevitable careless action my Cephal bearer was infected.
He died two days later.
Understandably, I was devastated. A great portion of my legacy, gone in moments. By this time, I had used up almost all of my iterations - much more time than the majority of Wisps spend on the world where they emerge. I told myself I didn't have time to recruit a new Cephal bearer - but in truth, I didn't want to.
Consumed by sadness, I finally sought the secret of the Second Rite - and gained it easily. The Sun was old and apathetic, had not noticed my work despite all the time I'd spent on his planet... one of those destined to burn out and die. I took the secret and left, bitter, telling him nothing of what I'd done.
The idea came to me in the final moments - what if, perhaps, I bestowed all the Cephal we had gathered upon the viruses? And so, as the power of the Second Rite filled me, I flung the Cephal into the colony.
It really isn't my fault, you see. What happened. Of course I knew a virus could mutate, but even with all that spectral power, I never could have expected the eventual result. No one could.
I have had over a millennium to deal with the consequences of my actions, and will have to do so again soon.
To all the Wisps who emerge on this damnable planet, I say only this.
I'm sorry.
I'm too busy to look this up right now, but how close in color is Apapaiv's name to the sun we got a look at earlier? The on the blue psion and that other thing flew up to.
Wrayt: "First of all, get the hell off my head. Second, what's going on with Mel? She looks a little green."
Baralys: Green!?? I'm flattered, but is that really the dominant color you see here?
Wrayt: "Sometimes you make no sense. Actually, more than just sometimes."
WISP... I HAVE A DEAL FOR YOU...
A deal?
ALLOW ME TO KEEP THIS BODY, SO I MAY FEED.
And?
AND?
What's the other half of the deal?
THAT IS THE DEAL.
>Should you understand anything of what is happening, explain it, and forbear from any action you know to be fruitless or hazardous.
When I First Rite something, I must be... giving up a piece of myself? Sharing a bit of my mind? And when I tried to do that on something ethereal, it enabled it to... use my frequency. That thing must be able to possess Mel despite being pink because it can use a little bit of me to do it.
I could go back into the Psion's mind, since I First Rited it... but then again, I First Rited it! I should be able to control it via mental commands, shouldn't I?
Wrayt: "Actually, I amend that statement to never. You never make sense."
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