Eon had spent a few days building the string that connected him with Rielen. Despite the suspicious glances the staff gave them, Eon managed to reach a point where he felt comfortable in reaching the spiritual world. 'It is not my fault my training has some side effects.' He thought.
Today he was focused on the other strings. Every time he would approach another string he got the strong urge to not touch it. It was dark in this place, yet bright enough to see around him. His eyes were not strained by light, nor hindered by darkness. He wondered why there were so many strings he was unable to touch.
Eon pondered what fate meant. From what he understood fate meant things that were beyond your control. Yet, there was a goddess of fate. That same goddess of fate was like a mystery. He could tell that she withheld her power a lot.
