Oh, this post is a strange one!

It’s parts of text from the ending chapters of a fiction novel in a long series of books. So it’s full of spoilers if your gonna read the book. You probably ain’t reading the book so go ahead, read this. ;-)

I am not quite sure why I post it, but I do. Just a novel, but the words fit right now.

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Then he rested his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands, staring at the diminutive statue of the man with the globe.

To think.

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Why? Why had the Creator done this to them? Why?

Why do we live again? the voice in his head asked, suddenly. His voice was crisp and distinct.

Yes, Rand said, pleading. Tell me. Why?

Maybe… The voice said, shockingly lucid, not a hint of madness to him. He spoke softly, reverently. Why? Could it be… Maybe it’s so that we can have a second chance.

Rand froze.

[...]

All was still. Even with the tempest, the winds, the crashes of thunder. All was still.

Why? Rand thought with wonder. Because each time we live, we get to love again.

That was the answer.

It all swept over him, lives lived, mistakes made, love changing everything.

[...]

That’s why he lived again, and that was the answer to his fathers question. I fight because last time, I failed. I fight because I want to fix what I did wrong.

I want to do it right this time.

[...]

The Power winked out.

The tempest ended.

And Rand opened his eyes for the first time in a very long while. [...]

He regarded the world beneath him. The clouds above had finally broken, if just above him. The gloom dispersed, allowing him to see the sun hanging just above.

Rand looked up at it. Then he smiled. [...]

It had been far too long.

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“Some novices noticed it first, Mother,” Silviana said, stepping beside her. “And news spread quickly. Who would have thought that a little ring of sunlight would cause such a stir? It’s such a simple thing, really. Nothing we haven’t seen before. But…”

There was something beautiful about it. The light streaming down in a column, strong and pure. Distant, yet striking. It was like something forgotten, but somehow still familiar, shinning forth from a distant memory to bring warmth again.

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She stood there, rather than returning to her stud immediately. It felt relaxing to stare out at that distant light, so welcoming and noble. “Storms will soon come”, it seemed to say. “But for now, I am here”.

I am here.