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Guidance
Your name is Khana Woadi and you have been touched by things not from this material plane.
This has been your reality for your entire life. You did not know to find this strange; the urge to push it away was taught, unnatural like your appearance seemed to be to others, inflicted by the outside world like any other wound.
Your name is Khana Woadi. Your angelic guide's name is Galladia. It is a force to be reckoned with. It booms with a bodiless voice in your dreams; it looms over your shoulder in your waking moments. It passes judgment from its place on high, on a different plane completely.
As the years have passed, you have learned the machinations of this guide. You have learned that it is a foreign body, not unlike a virus, and that you act as its conduit to your plane. Its goal is to make you into a model being—a celestial being. And while you can't deny your celestial quality, you can't deny your current reality, and this voice whispering in your head hasn't made life any easier.
[ Khana Woadi. ]
It speaks and it cracks through your dreamscape like a bolt of lightning.
[ Before you lies a wealth of opportunity to bring good into this world. You will encounter several paths; you will have to make choices that may be difficult. You have the light within you to bring glory upon others, as well as this god you have chosen to serve. You have a responsibility. You have power; do you understand the ramifications behind your existence?
You have ignored me for a long time now, child. But it is not too late. Find the evil that plagues your dreams. It is your duty. Extinguish the acid flames. Cast your radiant light unto those who hide in the shadows. Fulfill your destiny.
And, above all, do not let me down. ]
It is always a shock to receive these visits. Galladia burns just as hotly as your celestial blood runs through your veins. Galladia casts a long shadow as it stands against your radiant light—but not as an obstacle, more like a landmark on the topography of your life. Never wavering. Never backing down.
It does not understand concepts like guilt or shame. But it does understand duty. It understands responsibility, and some idea of justice. But does it understand you?
Before you burns the flame of the guide's spirit, manifested as this simple representation in your dreams. Now is a good a time as any to give it a piece of your mind.
This has been your reality for your entire life. You did not know to find this strange; the urge to push it away was taught, unnatural like your appearance seemed to be to others, inflicted by the outside world like any other wound.
Your name is Khana Woadi. Your angelic guide's name is Galladia. It is a force to be reckoned with. It booms with a bodiless voice in your dreams; it looms over your shoulder in your waking moments. It passes judgment from its place on high, on a different plane completely.
As the years have passed, you have learned the machinations of this guide. You have learned that it is a foreign body, not unlike a virus, and that you act as its conduit to your plane. Its goal is to make you into a model being—a celestial being. And while you can't deny your celestial quality, you can't deny your current reality, and this voice whispering in your head hasn't made life any easier.
[ Khana Woadi. ]
It speaks and it cracks through your dreamscape like a bolt of lightning.
[ Before you lies a wealth of opportunity to bring good into this world. You will encounter several paths; you will have to make choices that may be difficult. You have the light within you to bring glory upon others, as well as this god you have chosen to serve. You have a responsibility. You have power; do you understand the ramifications behind your existence?
You have ignored me for a long time now, child. But it is not too late. Find the evil that plagues your dreams. It is your duty. Extinguish the acid flames. Cast your radiant light unto those who hide in the shadows. Fulfill your destiny.
And, above all, do not let me down. ]
It is always a shock to receive these visits. Galladia burns just as hotly as your celestial blood runs through your veins. Galladia casts a long shadow as it stands against your radiant light—but not as an obstacle, more like a landmark on the topography of your life. Never wavering. Never backing down.
It does not understand concepts like guilt or shame. But it does understand duty. It understands responsibility, and some idea of justice. But does it understand you?
Before you burns the flame of the guide's spirit, manifested as this simple representation in your dreams. Now is a good a time as any to give it a piece of your mind.
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Some weeks after her conversation with Heralt, she had a sneaking suspicion that The Voice would be coming. For the first time, she was ready to hear what it had to tell her. When she was finally presented with the path in her dreams again, she nearly sprinted for the distant glowing, and what she found was more beautiful and grand and terrifying than she'd ever predicted before. As she listened to what this voice had to tell her, she was overwhelmed with the weight of it's presence and it's words. When she opened her mouth to speak, her words tangled themselves up and she couldn't say much at first other than a name that came to her mind; one that she's never heard or uttered before, but felt so familiar.
"Galladia..." Khana whispered. "Galladia, has your whole purpose been to lead me to this? This whole time, did you know? That I would come to you eventually? Will you be with me through this...this mission that you're sending me on? Are you the one that's sending me these hellish dreams in the first place?" She lets her questions fall out one after the other, crying out to this energy in hopes of finally understanding what the hell she's been suffering through for so long.