From where she was standing, Pickanickl thought Caldane was hovering, although that could have been her imagination playing tricks with her due to the brightness of the twinkling, pulsating light just behind the silhouetted figure; she couldn’t make out his feet, and she couldn’t really see the ground.
“He’s through.” whispered a voice.
“Not really.” rasped another.
Pickanickl couldn’t make out any other figures in the cave, and even though the light was bright, it was too bright for the small amount of light it emitted. She could also see something inside the light, behind Caldane, but not behind the light. Was there another figure there, watching?
“She’s noticing us” echoed a voice inside Pickanickl’s head.
“Who else is there?” she demanded to know.
A warm wind swirled itself around her, upwards from her ankles to her face and then disappeared behind her, back into the darkness. However, she received no answer to her question.
“I called for your help.” Caldane repeated, “and you came.”
“What can I do? How can I help?” Pickanickl finally saw Caldane’s face clearly. Definitely Godlike, she thought. Caldane smiled, as though he was reading her mind. Oddly, Pickanickl saw a heavy chain in her mind’s eye.
“The caves hold me prisoner, as they did you.” Pickanickl heard Caldane’s voice in her mind, although the figure before her simply smiled. “I need you to come and free me, as you did yourself. Hurry, as I grow weak. Everplain’s future depends upon it.”
Suddenly, darkness fell.
More soon…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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