Destiny

[jammi]

It all fitted. Loosely. I glanced longingly at the bed, wanting to simply lie down and sleep for a day, but I knew I couldnt. Grudgingly I tore myself away from the room and trekked back down the stairs towards the living room once more. Harman was seated waiting for me.

Now then Steven, I do believe you owe me an explanation as to why you are here. I considered telling him the truth just to see the expression it would provoke yes, I killed a room full of people with my mind! Of course I couldnt do that. So I improvised.

I found something. I have no idea what it was, but it was covered in symbols. I believe they are of DomKavosh origin, so I thought I could seek you out to look for a translation. I noticed his ears prick up at the mention of a possible Artefact, probably willing to ignore the fact I arrived in a hospital smock. This looked like a winning formula.

There was one symbol in particular that was continiously repeated across the objects surface. I patted down my trouser pockets looking for my communicator where I had previously stored the picture, only to realize it had been abandoned at the hospital. Inwardly I groaned. I was going to have to attempt to remember it, hoping none of the intricate details would be lost. Do you have any paper?

He nodded eagerly and jumped up, hurrying over to a bureau, pulling out a wad of paper and rushing back over. He offered me a pen and I began to sketch. As I drew to completion, I could see he was smiling. His hands clutching at each other. I assumed hed seen it before.

Do you recognise it? He nodded, obviously curious as to where Id seen it before.

I believe I do.

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