Generations later, across epochs and ages, those promises became known as something that the Star Keepers had preserved — the Star Oath. When the knowledge settled, when the full scope of what this meant became visible, Liora instinctively placed a hand over her chest. The silver-blue oath beneath her skin pulsed warmly. Almost happily. As though it was hearing an old friend's name being spoken aloud for the first time in immeasurable ages.
"So," she whispered, comprehension arriving as the weight of genuine understanding, "I've never been carrying power. I've been carrying companionship."
The Keeper smiled gently, his expression carrying the warmth of someone who had finally been permitted to share a truth they had been holding alone. "No. You've been carrying companionship. The continuation of a promise made before beginning itself."
