The Gathering of the Garrisons IC
Be it by land, by air, or by sea, they started to come. In a matter of hours, they had all gathered on an island previously unknown. Representatives from hundreds of garrisons were arriving practically at once. Some were weary, some were curious, some wanted to know when they could leave, but all were ready to see what awaited them.
There was nothing, really. It was a large, empty island. Green plains and prairie all across the land with forests dotting the landscape. And it was here that they were expected to make a difference in this great gathering with everyone spread all over the place. It would be impossible. But they had to try.
Psyche was there first. She had been there for three days, now. She watched as they started to pour in all across the island. She drifted to the center. She would wait for them to come to her. She wasn't sure of much else to do. So she stood in purple and black robes, waiting, on the very central heart of the green island.