ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
Anden's feelings about the Voice was in a constant flux. Some days he found himself being curious about the Goddess, almost grateful for the things she had done. Most days though, he found himself wishing she had never brought him to the Grounds, that she had never cursed him. Tonight was one of those nights. If what Bastien said was true, Anden didn't NEED to be here. The Voice had a choice. Looking into Bastien's eyes, he could tell that even he wasn't sure why The Voice did what she did. "Are there many of us? Ascended from other worlds?" Maybe they could form a support group, or bring peace to each other. "I might just take you up on that one day." Anden chuckled. His hands weren't made for being artistic, but who knows maybe that changed too. "Are there many of you there? At the guild?"
It was him. Anden stared at the image of himself. If he was capable of crying, he was certain his cheeks would be damp. He was still himself. Even if the Voice was able to change everything else, he at least still looked like the same man he was before he arrived. "It's fantastic." Anden brushed his fingers against the sketch. Only a few pages away could be a sketch of Eloise Marie. He was so close to knowing if she was here. In an instant he pulled his hand back. He didn't want to know.
What would he do if she was here? Where would he find her. Or worse, what if she wasn't sketched in Bastien's book. Anden wasn't ready for the answers that he seeked. He took a moment to regain his composure. "So is that it then?" Anden pointed at Bastien's book. "Is that what you do here? Sketch the people you meet, or is there more? Is there something else I just don't know about yet?" Everyone talked about how The Voice chose them, but no one ever talked about why, or for what.
