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We each had a hundred arms and on each arm a thousand eyes, so that, with our
thoughts connected, not one sight in the vast waters went unseenThere was no need for sound,
so there was no way to hear itWe tasted the waters, and, with our sight, that told us all we
needed to knowWe tasted the suns, so many leagues above the water, and turned their taste
into the food we needed
I could describe us, but I could not name usI sighed for the lost knowledge, and then returned
my ponderings to what I'd overheard
Souls did not, as a rule, speak anything but the truthSeekers, of course, had the requirements
of their Calling, but between souls there was never reason for a lieWith my last species'
language of thought, it would have been impossible to lie, even had we wanted toHowever,
anchored as we were, we told ourselves stories to alleviate the balenciaga whistle bag boredomStorytelling was the
most honored of all talents, for it benefited everyone
Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to
remember what was strictly true
When we thought of the new planet?Earth, so dry, so varied, and filled with such violent,
destructive denizens we could barely imagine them?our horror was sometimes overshadowed by
our excitementStories spun themselves quickly around the thrilling new subjectThe
wars?wars! our kind having to fight!?were first reported accurately and then embellished and
fictionalizedWhen the stories conflicted with the official information I sought out, I naturally
believed the first reports
But there were whispers of this: of human hosts so strong that the souls were forced to
abandon themHosts whose minds could not be completely suppressedSouls who took on louis vuitton shoulder bag the
personality of the body, rather than the other way around
But that seemed almost to be the Healer's accusation
I dismissed the thoughtThe more likely meaning of his censure was the distaste most of us felt
for the Seeker's CallingWho would choose a life of conflict and pursuit? Who would be
attracted to the chore of tracking down unwilling hosts and capturing them? Who would have
the stomach to face the violence of this particular species, the hostile humans who killed so
easily, so thoughtlessly? Here, on this planet, the Seekers had become practically a? militia?my
new brain supplied the term for the unfamiliar conceptMost believed that only the least
civilized souls, the least evolved, the lesser among us, would be drawn to the path of Seeker
Still, on Earth the Seekers had gained new statusNever before had an occupation gone so
awryNever gucci silver bag before had it turned into a fierce and bloody battleNever before had the lives of so
many souls been sacrificedThe Seekers stood as a mighty shield, and the souls of this world
were thrice-over indebted to them: for the safety they had carved out of the mayhem, for the risk
of the final death that they faced willingly every day, and for the new bodies they continued to
provide
Now that the danger was virtually past, it appeared the gratitude was fadingAnd, for this
Seeker at least, the change was not a pleasant one
It was easy to imagine what her questions for me would beThough the Healer was trying to
buy me time to adjust to my new body, I knew I would do my best to help the SeekerGood
citizenship was quintessential to every soul
So I took a deep breath to prepare myselfThe monitor registered the movementI knew I was
stalling a bitI hated to faux gucci bag admit it, but I was afraidTo get the information the Seeker needed, I
would have to explore the violent memories that had made me scream in horrorMore than that,
I was afraid of the voice I'd heard so loudly in my headBut she was silent now, as was right
She was just a memory, too
I should not have been afraidAfter all, I was called Wanderer nowAnd I'd earned the name
With another deep breath, I delved into the memories that frightened me, faced them head-on
with my teeth locked together
I could skip past the end?it didn't overwhelm me nowIn fast-forward, I ran through the dark
again, wincing, trying not to feel
Once I was through that barrier, it wasn't hard to float through less-alarming things and places,
skimming for the information I wantedI saw how she'd come to this cold city, driving by night
in a stolen car chosen for its nondescript dior handbag appearanc
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