Once again we all fell silent, waiting, expectant, all eyes on Raven.
He looked more uncomfortable than ever, his hands twisting together
with nervousness.
“Right,” he said eventually, before coughing to clear his throat.
“Yes, okay.” He looked round the room, eyes settling on Fiona,
who smiled and nodded. “From the earliest of days,” he finally
continued, “The Forest has had to deal with imbalances in the Warp
caused by the Weave.” He paused, frowned, continued. “Throughout
that time, we've treated the Weave as a single entity, a unique
chaotic force with the power to affect and alter our reality.”
“All of this we know,” ground the voice of earth, “The Weave
causes imbalance, the Forest corrects it. As it has been, so it will
be.”
“Yes, that's right,” Raven said, “Except that it isn't.”
“It isn't what?” Fire popped, “Are you talking in riddles?”
“Of course he is,” Oak said, “He's part of it now!”
“No, I'm not,” Raven said with great confidence, “The Weave is
not a single force. There are multiple personalities at work, all
with their own agendas. What has happened here, in this house,
happened because one of those personalities wanted to talk to you!”
