_Tell all. Tell tale? Story-teller? Truth-teller? Tellering? Tell? Tell. Just Tell? That was his name. Tell. _

He had ridden the lightning down, and now stood upon water. Whether beside him or at a distance it was impossible to make out his features. All that could be seen was the dark outline of his coat, and a drawn hood. Darkness dwelled there. _Amongst Tell’s people this was called the glamouring. He remembered that much. But there was so much more. _

He stared at the water below his feet then, concentrating. _Interstellar travel had a way of shaking loose his memory._ Another recollection. _How long had he been travelling? He had forgotten his name. That had never happened before. Where was he? _

It struck him then, the way some predatory creature spewed from the ocean’s blackest depths might latch onto its prey. _He was here because of her. Show. He had no trouble remembering this name. She had done something heinous. Worse, it was clear that she intended on doing the same again. Unlife. Unlife on a scale that beggared belief. His job was obvious. _

_ _Tilting his head skyward, Tell was raised up, above the water. He hovered there a moment, a serene look on his face._ Another thing he had not forgotten, was how to fly. _Faster than the eye could track, his body accelerated into the sky. _He would find her. She would be stopped. _

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