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Elsha of the Infinite

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A Love Across Timelines

Dear Narset,

How am I supposed to write this to you? I've gone through what feels like hundreds of drafts

of this. When they told me of your death all those years ago, it took what felt like eons

to accept that you were gone. Our people waged war against the Mardu Horde. A tireless war. So many lives were lost in the name of our greatest khan. Helmsmasher was felled, exiled

from his people as we worked alongside the Mardu to free them from his tyranny. We mourned you, the first we lost, just as we mourned those who fell in your name. The Jeskai Way's future fell upon myself and the other abbots. With your death marking the end of an era, a new age was ushered in

. When I was sworn in as Head Abbot of Sage-Eye

, I made a vow to the woman I loved, who was lost due to the folly of the old ways. Your death was the foundation

of the new Jeskai; your life, the framework it was built upon. Those who lead us now have buried our past beneath the bodies of those we lost. The new Jeskai have turned away from the dedication to our ancestors that had sustained us. Under the advice of the head monks, I forsook the material things you gave me. The flowers we found on that first night together, the jewelry

we crafted under the light of the Purugir moon. All of them were buried beneath the statue erected in your name and visage. "Here lies Narset of the Ancient Way. May we remember her actions and live by them."

I lived by that edict for nearly eight years. While I detest the New Way's rejection of our past, I thought the times in which we previously lived were rigid and unmoving. One evening I entered the courtyard to steady my mind

. Following your death, we had created a field of statues remembering those lost. Wandering between them, I saw one begin to stir. First, it seemed as though it was a simple trick of the moonlight

. Yet when its jaw began to move and a creaking voice emerged from it, I knew this was not so. The statue spoke to me, its bronze throat seeming to ache with each word. The one who had possessed it called himself the Time Raveler

. A man not just of another world, but another time. One in which the life paths we had walked were far different. A timeline in which, in his words

, I had fallen to Kolaghan and you had lived on to become a godlike being. How amazing to imagine, I thought. My Narset, traveling the worlds Ojutai could only have dreamt of.

The Time Raveler claimed you had reached out to him to find this version of me. The one whose timeline was torn away from the great tree of the multiverse. As I am from this fallen branch, the Time Raveler cannot bring physical things

from across the timelines to me. But he claims to be able to carry these letters I write to you through the unseeing nothingness. I do not trust this man. But my desire to speak to you once more outweighs these fears. I write this as an exploration of these two-pronged desires. Narset, if this version of you is alive, I wish for you to know me as I am now.

With confusion,

Elsha

Creasing the letter's edges, Elsha placed the parchment in a scroll case

There was a rustle of grass from outside of the field of statues. A visitor, this late at night? Elsha sprung into action and lept atop the heads of the display. Springing from point to point, she saw the High Judge of Guilt, Dar, surveying the area

"Judge Dar! What brings you to the Fallen Ones

Dar cocked an eyebrow at her. He'd grown grizzled in his demeanor ever since the Mardu-Jeskai war. The elderly man scanned her up and down, his suspicions clearly not satisfied. "There was an alarm

Elsha drummed her fingers against the straps of her bookbag. If Dar were to dig any deeper, he'd find the tomes on chronomancy she'd nabbed

Dar shook his head. "We have spoken of this many times. The old khan clouds your judgment. When you pledged your loyalty

"But are we not to learn from the ways of the old ones?"

Dar placed a hand on the abbot's shoulder. For a moment, Elsha thought he would reach into her bag and find the proof of her subterfuge. "Consider

Dear Narset,

It's been a few months since I last wrote to you. Frankly, I didn't expect to do so again. The Time Raveler hasn't appeared at any of the monuments, despite my searches. Yet I couldn't erase that desire

to hear from you again. Sometimes something would happen during the morning classes on the courtyard, or one of the young scholars

would say something funny, and I would think of telling you. Narset, I am falling back into old habits of loving you.

We took one of the newest classes of fledgling monks to see the memorial statues. There was about a dozen of them, each no older than ten years old. They came with flowers

and lapels decorated with the sigils of the New Way. Already we have begun to forget those who came before us

, and I wished to teach them of your ways.

This was a mistake. I forget my temperament sometimes, love. One of the young ones

claimed that he had heard your death signified the folly of your thinking. Apparently some of the elders have taken to aggrandizing your teachings. Now, I consider myself a calm mind

most days. But I erupted at the student, claimed they were disrespecting the reason the Jeskai continue to survive and thrive. The boy rebuked me and a fight broke out between students. Spells

and artifacts

flew about the courtyard until the judges stopped them. They admonished me and have called me to trial. They call my passion rage, my love fury, and wish to tear your existence from me. I'm afraid. Your heart has bled across the timelines. Perhaps I had not forgotten you as much as I thought I had.

Remember Me,

Elsha

Fumbling with her bookbag, Elsha slipped the letter into it and felt its weight disappear into the aether

"Abbot?" A scribe said. "The council will see you now."

They sat in a group of seven, forming a semi-circle around the djinn. Elsha was at the center of this room

"Elsha. You have failed in your duties," spoke the Master of the Kiln

Elsha stood straight. "Master, I've continued my studies and teachings. While I may have stumbled, my actions are utterly unclouded."

"That is not the testimony of Judge Dar."

Ah. The snitch. He was the other option for Head Abbot. If she were to be implicated in his lies, Dar could easily take the position of Head Abbot in her place. They presented testimony of her lurking at Narset's statue and burying herself in artifacts

"For this, we charge you with the crime of Disgracing the Jeskai. Your sentence is to have your memories of the Ancient Way's Narset extracted." spoke the monks in a single, unified tone. "The ceremony will take place at midnight tonight. Be present, lest you be exiled from our land

Elsha's knees buckled. Dar was going to take Narset from her. She was going to lose her love for a second time.

Dear Narset,

Why do I write to you, even in these last precious few hours

? Before the sun rises I will have either escaped the Jeskai or have you torn from me forever. May the former come to pass, and may everything go according to plan. I dream of you still. Let us make that dream a reality

.

Dào, a scholar of the Ancient Ways

, has agreed to assist me in my goals. They believe that the magic the Sarkhan Vol used all those years ago can send me to you. If the bond my mind has with yours is solid enough, that is. I must enter the Nexus

and tempt destiny just as you have. If I do so and Dào's assumptions about the lingering magic are correct, I will see you again.

Narset, I am afraid. I am afraid not because I do not believe this will work. I am afraid because I love you this much. I would not have done something as daring as this before I know you. You tempt me to do great things in your image, you cloak

me in your words and actions. If this fails and I do not see you again, please remember me as someone who died in pursuit of just one more taste of your love.

Love,

Elsha

She tucked the letter into her bag and felt it vanish. One last love letter. In the Sage-Eye Stables

"The Nexus is a few miles west of here, a five minute sprint from Sage-Eye. You just ride through there, picture her in your mind, and you should arrive there." signed Dào. "And arrive then I guess. Time travel is strange."

"Is it time travel, or timeline travel?" signed Elsha.

"This feels like a question for after your time-dependent escape." they signed. "Are you sure you want to do this? This is going to be a one-way trip."

"She and the Time Raveler

Dào nodded. "Go find her then."

She kissed Dào on the forehead and mounted her horse. With a kick of her boots she was off. She felt the Nexus's call

As she whipped past the demarcation, she felt the horse stir and grind to a halt. The saddle was burning hot, singing both herself and her mount. Some sort of tracking device

Elsha approached the cavern, already feeling the beckoning lights of the Nexus's arcane energy

"Elsha!" shouted a voice from behind her. Accompanying a cavalry of Jeskai soldiers, Dar

Elsha stood rigid, just as she had before the council. There was 40 meters between her and the cavalry. More than enough space. She held out her hand, beckoning them

Arrows, flames, a huge flurry of assaults hurtled towards Elsha. Golden strings of light

Dar coughed blood, pinned to the ground with his own spear. "You're leaving your home, Elsha! Your only home."

"No. I'm going home

Blinding lights filled her mind. Elsha tasted the sour vileness of the blind eternities as she was dragged across the wingspan of the universe. For a moment her psyche encompassed all of the multiverse, then none of it. She touched the gods of Theros and the mountains of Kaldheim. All of it was her, then in a flash, none of it was.

Elsha emerged from the Nexus. The light of this Tarkir was brighter somehow. Above her she heard the flapping of wings. Leathery flicks of the body. Dragons. This was certainly a different Tarkir

"Elsha." said Narset, emerging from the crowd. "You're alive."

Narset rushed to Elsha, her body not scarred from the fight with Zurgo but whole, truly whole. Elsha felt the familiar shape of Narset's hand in hers, the way it felt perfect, two pieces of a puzzle coming together. The voices of the old Tarkir calmed themselves around her. 

"Did you get my letters?" asked Elsha.

"Kept every last one." Narset kissed her