The sky was veiled by grey clouds, sunlight barely shown through. Rain fell at a constant rate. The droplets splashed against the tree’s leaves, rolling off them, softening soil bellow.
In the middle of it all was figure draped in darkness. The rain parted as it flouted above the lake. The being was a specter, or as close to the legends of Earth.
The being had no name that could be vocalize, but its name could be described as a feeling, Drifter.
Its gaze swept the area. The specter visions was filled with incorporeal strands of concepts — closes would be ideas, feelings, and emotions — these concepts curled around the physical world. Something caught it’s gaze. It was similar to itself, but different. A grin formed on the specters smooth face.
“A blessed one. It- oh, it carries a strong desire to help. . . What is it doing?” The specter drew closer.
Drifter saw the bless one under something, “A human?” The human’s body was surrounded by concepts of decay and death, “Is- Is it trying to heal the human? That shouldn’t be possible unless it carried the seed of life-“ The specter froze after noticing something.
The concepts of decay and death were constantly being dispersed and replaced with life and health concepts. “No. The concepts are being changed. . . How is it doing that? That- that shouldn’t be normal. . . Fun! I found a fun one.”
Drifters perked up, but drooped again. “It can’t heal the human fast enough. Its wasting energy trying to do it” Drifter focused its senses on the blessed one, it felt a strong determination to keep the wrongness from spreading. “Wrongness? Ah! It hasn’t been able to comprehend the concepts yet. Not health? Thats a new way to describe decay. But I can’t deny it will, but I cant heal the human. I’ll ju- what!?”
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Drifter saw the blessed ones body begin to shrivel at a rapid rate, and it penetrated the flesh of the human. “What is it doing?” The specters saw it fail to remove the rib lodged in the humans lung, “You can’t save him. Your bo-“ Drifter saw it fill the lung cavity with its roots, pushing out the bone “You really like surprising me. Fine. I’ll do the best I can to help you.”
Drifter bent down, its hand passing through the blessed one, and partially through the ground. It formed a imprint of knowledge of the human body and how to fix it through surgery, and pushed it into the blessed one. “That should be of help.”
The blessed one notice the foreign knowledge, and rejected it at first, but moment later allowed it to enter and guide it. “Good.” The specter gaze focused on the human. “Oh. It always good to see someone being able to reject the influence of the downpour, but you haven’t completely stopped it physical change on you.”
It rolled a idea over in its mind for second, and then nodded “I can’t let you die after the blessed one spent so much effort on healing you.” Drifter reached down to touch the humans head, but pulled back like it was in pain, letting out a unknown swear. “Thats why. Even being in there for second it felt like I was beening swept up by a unstoppable force, a ocean that raged against anything foreign. . . Thats why you can resist against the downpour.”
The specter let out a cough, and calmed itself “Since I can’t add anything to you mind, ill just add something that’ll allow your body to resist any major changes from the downpour, ill allow the beneficial ones to stay. Can’t have you be stuck drifting in the downpour forever like me or lose your mind.”
Drifter bent down again and tapped the humans chest, leaving a shell of sorts, but the shell didn’t form over the humans left foot “Ah, the downpour left a seed within you when you were weakened, its hold will be stronger on you, but it’ll have very little power over you as long as you dont let it enter you mind. A few voices during its zenith is bearable. And hey you’’l get to keep your foot! Oh who am I talking to your out cold”
Drifter finished its job, and just wrapped the shield around the parts that didn’t hold the seed of the downpour. Cutting off that foot in a sense. “One day you might be able to crush the seed, and gain its power. But I cant help with that, and it seems its my time to leave. The zenith is coming and I must return.”
Drifter turned around, his mood greatly improved, and slowly faded till he completed disappeared.
> A idea I had on a bike ride. Because the downpour would be dick and try to take over Lost while he’s dying, so I made a dude/she/thing . . . Drifter, to fill in that place. A character who will do nothing else, but can be used to explain why the spread of the infliction from the downpour didn’t spread any further. But you’ll have to find out why Lost was on a lake, and why he is still human.