Tzedesh looked out upon the world. He listened to the song of Creation and felt as the souls of mortals added to the harmony with their discord; in some cases, it was a concordance, and in others, a reverberating dissonance all was used by God to create a masterpiece. Tzedesh looked for a soul with the same pattern as his own, one that valued justice and tore down those who oppressed the downtrodden. Delmare, the oldest of the Keshek, had a simpler time, always choosing the worthiest of descendants of her wielders from ages past. Tzedesh felt along the tones of creation, finding the latest descendant of Helmar, his former wielder. The man was a self-serving man, one who drank himself into oblivion and who beat his wife and children. NO. This man would not do; he was an Antitheses of the one he sought. He let the strands of his own soul ring out across the world. There. In an old city, he found a soul that would complement the Burning Power of Justice. And yet there was a caring compassion about this man that had not been present on any other he had chosen. Looking closer, he saw that his soul was beginning to be entwined with another. Following the thread, he saw that it belonged to a caring soul who desired to heal and protect. His sister would be pleased that he had found a pair that was already together. No need for her Alduva to chase his down to pull him back. Together they could protect this world. If Delmare wouldn’t return soon with the Commander, he would have the Lieutenant ready to lead the army of Light. 

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