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The bloody battlefield around Saradush melted in a gleaming flash of light, only to be replaced by the equally cheery scenery of the abyssal pocket plane. A solar was awaiting Didoreth's arrival, just like last time.
"I greet you, you who are of divine blood," the solar began, but was rudely interrupted.
"Why did you drag me here again?!" Didoreth shouted at the shimmering blue figure.
If the celestial was taken aback by the outburst, it did not show it. "You have been brought to this place because you are ready, god-child," it said in its smooth yet resonant voice. "The first step towards the fulfillment of your destiny has been taken. Yaga-Shura is dead by your hand, and the forces in play now move swiftly toward conclusion. Now you must know yourself and your past to reveal your future. Listen and be judged."
Didoreth rolled her eyes at the solar. "Well, what if I don't care to be judged? By you or by anyone?"
A slight crease crossed the solar's lips; if she didn't know better, Didoreth would have sworn it had smiled.
"I am not the judge here today. You shall test yourself," it said. "To look upon oneself and ask, 'What is my nature?' one must know one's origin. Your own origin is a mystery to you, god-child. You have no beginning... and without a beginning, how can there be an ending?"
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll either die when I'm too old and doddering to recognize my surroundings anymore, or I won't die at all. Either way, I don't mind."
The solar continued unabated. "What do you know of your birth? What do you know of your mother, of your life before Gorion brought you to the safety of Candlekeep?"
"You know, perhaps if you were mortal you'd know that babies generally don't remember much of anything! "
"Your past unfolds. You would do well to heed it closely." The solar stepped aside and vanished, and a new figure appeared.
"Gorion!" Didoreth exclaimed happily. She ran towards the figure and threw her arms around him. I don't care if it's not really really him; I'm allowed to pretend for a while, I think.
The representation of Gorion hugged her back and smiled warmly at her. "Dear child, it is so good to see you, even if it is on such an occasion."
"The solar was going on about my beginning..."
"Yes. It is time you knew the truth. You are a clever girl, Didoreth; I know you understand what I am. Know that I will not lie to you."
"I understand," Didoreth said.
"Now, you remember the letter I left for you in Candlekeep, I am sure. It spoke of your mother and her fate, and it spoke of the being that fathered you."
The girl nodded.
"I... did not share everything about your mother. I even lied on some counts, I am ashamed to admit. We were never lovers, and she did not die in childbirth."
Didoreth gasped. "She didn't? But... why did she leave me? Is she still alive somewhere? What happened?"
The representation of Gorion smiled wistfully at her.
"Did I ever mention that I once owned a girdle of gender?"