“No, we are different. He is a seer,” the girl replied. “He sees more most cannot, even in the darkest of night his eyes can still capture the light.”
“And are you not a seer?” Sarah said a little impatiently.
“This some has much need of patience and learning,” the girl responded curtly. “I can see what was but can see no more what is and certainly not what will be.”
“What is the Watergate?” Nathan asked.
The girl smiled. “Ah, the Watergate. This is where I live. This is where I see. This is where I learn. This room anyway. Then came the Black Rider who built the halls around this room and gathered the Seeing pool.”
“Who is the Black Rider?” Nathan asked.
“The Black Rider is not known to me,” she responded, “only her works are plain for me to see.”
Sarah was going to make a remark about the girl’s inability to see anything clearly but she was distracted by some voices outside the door. Nathan and Sarah suddenly remembered where they were and what they had been doing before talking to the girl.
“Do not worry, you are safe in here,” the girl said. “I choose when to let them in and I am busy with you, for the moment.”
“And who, again, are you?” Sarah asked sounding a little annoyed.
“I already told you, I am…” the girl started.
“Yes, yes, you are the shadow of a rising sun,” Sarah interrupted. “Do you have a name?”
“A name, let me think for a minute,” the girl responded. After a minute she spoke again, “I am Tears of the Crying Rain.” Sarah and Nathan exchange puzzled looks.