The weekend was magiqally uneventful. I got a huge list of household projects done, made some good food, and took care of my oldest son who had some fevers on and off.
My first day back to work was VERY magiqally eventful. I was on a conference call, when I noticed some movement in the periphery of my field of vision. I looked down, and there was a golden flower blooming out of the carpeting between by feet under my desk. I put the call on mute, and watched as the flower grew up to the level of my nose. The petals, pistel, stamen of the blossom twisted and formed themselves into a series of words. Luckily, I keep plenty of scrap paper at my desk and was able to copy down what the flower wrote:
The veil is more powerful than we imagined. Some here can sense its purpose, see the roots of the spell, to obscure and occlude, and immense power was used to draw the veil around you, but that is all we know now. But trust that we are continuing our work.
As for your questions, we are with you, in the dying age. Where else could we be? The Book of the Wild is nothing now but echoes, the Fray has fallen silent, and now all that remains that isn’t Elsewhither is this, the dying Book of Kings.
We have only one rule here in the sanctuary. We only interact with those outside the sanctuary who search for magiq with pure intent and purpose, like yourselves. Unless Martin was to seek us out, we couldn’t break our cardinal rule for fear of risking the sanctuary or the herald. It’s how the sanctuary stays a sanctuary. But if you feel he could help, you could attempt to use the loophole of the Neithercouriers to reach him, though we don’t know how much longer this loophole will stay open. Remember, you must have a true name or granted title to give the courier. We’re not sure if it’s the great diminishing at work, or simply the veil drawing closed around this backdoor, but the Neithercouriers are struggling more and more to manifest. Some here in the sanctuary sense that the foundations of magiq remnants are collapsing. If it’s true, we must act quickly and with purpose.
The girl you mentioned is here. She is safe. She has an inextricable connection to the herald, which led her to seek out magiq and find us. She left our test of intention and purpose for another, to try and convince her to believe what she has never been able to believe. That is the spell you found, which allowed us to pierce the veil momentarily.
Finally, no we are not the Monarchs, though I was once a Mountaineer. Before I began my search for magiq and found my way here. The sanctuary is home to people from all corners of the world, all walks of life, who have found themselves drawn to the light of what our world could be, who sensed that there was more to what we can see and sense. It’s home to those who searched for the impossible, like the girl, like me and found it. The herald is not our leader, we have no leader nor do we have need for one, but we look to her to help guide us because she has seen more than most.
We wish we had more to share, but believe that we are working to help, as long as we can.
As I was frantically copying down the letter, I didn’t notice that the main stem of the flower had grown vines. By the time I finished, they’d wrapped around my calves to the knees and were starting to spread up to my thighs. I panicked and slashed at the stem of the flower with a letter opener; the whole thing, including the message-flower, collapsed into golden dust then vanished. I think I got the whole letter.
I wonder what generation of Mountaineers the Searcher who we’re writing back and forth with belonged to? The 94’s, or even someone from our group who slipped away without us noticing?
EDIT: Also, with how these things are behaving, I would vote AGAINST using them to contact Martin. I don’t know what kind of help he could give, and the risks seem to outweigh the benefits; unless someone can give a concrete reason to do so.