Eleaza found that her new roommate Bren had recommended many to her. She tried her best to help them with in the confines of the proper channels. She kept find though as she was enthusiastically helping as usual there was this strong pessimistic voice in that back of her mind insisting that she was scared or wary of helping.

  It was maddening.

  If there was anything in her life she’d never doubted it was helping people.

  And the doubts… They didn’t sound like her. They were in the same voice of her inner most thoughts but something off. She couldn’t place it but it left her wary.

  “Eleaza. I can’t find him anywhere. I can’t find Hanis.” Bren breathed looking heartbroken and terrified. “I’ve gone all around it’s like he never existed. No one knows.” She pushed. Eleaza blinked. The woman’s rounding stomach was the clearest evidence that the man did exist.

  He probably abandoned them.

  Her wariness turned to a flutter of suspicion but she focused on her friend.

  “Tell me about him.” She pushed and took detailed notes. For a change she didn’t tell the woman exactly what she was doing she didn’t dare even think on it too long. Then she waited until much past curfew and she lit a candle and pulled open her magic channels. She waited for doubt and when it didn’t come she set to work.

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  Eleaza’s hands fell into her lap as she finished cracking the world that she’d been happy to be apart of her entire life.

  People being removed. Expelled from the communities. Erased from records and in even some cases minds. She found records of people she knew who’d come to her help desk for help. More that came to others. For. Help. And they apprehended sentences and banished without a single finger lifted to try.

  Then she found deeper a test to see if the Cultivator was in someone’s head. It was a vibrant color when no one was in a persons head and dulled when there was someone else there. She built one and sighed when it was blank.

  Then she made more and more of them.

  She stood and crossed the hall to the other room and knocked. Bren opened the door.

  “Eleaza?” She asked. Eleaza paused because she knew this final step past the fluffy helping bliss she always felt. But no going back would be as painful knowing now.

  “Give these to your friends. Those who don’t agree. If they’re bright and colorful they can talk freely if any grey they should hold their secrets close.” She told her. She slid the bracelet on her holding her gaze it stayed bright blue.

  Then she told her about her lover.

  “I will find him. I will help however I can.” Eleaza swore.

  And that was how she continued to dig and to send information through the network of those with the bracelets.