|
the people of the Syndicate.
What would I call you. Overlord? No, the council called it
the Designate, which translated to the 'Chosen One' in their minds.
And you were that, he mused. Chosen, designated, and in time,
designed to become something beyond what others were. A part of,
but separated from all; inviolate, autonomous, yet leashed to
both the Council, and by that, to everyone.
It seemed, was, an impossible task for him to do. But then,
he surmised, it had been as equally impossible to have found
someone who in essence belonged to no one and who would belong to
them all.
Why is it that I think of him as him? Does it mask something
with in me? No, he chided himself. Until they had found him, He
had simply been an it, with no distinction between man and woman.
If it had been a woman, then the task would have been equally as
impossible, so this was so much useless moralizing. Thank the
Being That Was, they no longer concerned themselves with that bit
of petty insanity.
But the other light...a measure of distance beyond. How far,
he did not know. But there, perhaps. That light, that if it were
real, in a place where it should not have been, meant...meant
what?
Unknown.
Nathaniel sighed, finally, and deliberately with
|
