The Watcher
A Watcher.
A being who surveys, without interfering.
That is what I am.
My role is to merely observe Mother's Creations.
I may not meddle in their affairs, or assist them in any way.
It is against my nature, and it upsets the balance.
But has there ever existed a rule that remained unbroken?
Something is on the rise - from another universe of entities.
At first, it was just a small insignificant feeling.
Nothing immense so I dismissed it. I assumed it would resolve itself.
I was wrong.
Within a span of a few hours, that presence had grown exponentially,
and next to it was a void where it had taken away something.
It bothered me. If it was allowed to grow, the scales would tip.
Mother sensed it. She would not take action against me if I failed to stay my hand.
I will go and seek out this entity, and pray I do not need to bring down my wrath upon it.
What I found at the location where the presence had last manifested itself disturbed me.
It was a 'tulpa'; a thoughtform. I had never encountered one with such malevolent energy.
My thoughts were interrupted by another one.
I turned, and saw a little tulpa hopping towards the west gate.
His eyes were wide with apprehension.
I knew now that I cannot remain a mere Watcher.
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To check the previous entries kindly click the following links:
Part 1: Mimique's Sweet Revenge
Part 2: Dark Slumber
Part 3: Runaway Bunny
Part 4: The Confrontation
Part 5: Mimique versus Furrsia
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