Do you remember when you first came into my care? How you clung to my side those first few months and the secrets that you imparted to me?
You were so terrified of the darkness that coiled at your feet and threatened to swallow you whole, steal you away and disappear from the world, lost and forgotten by seething apathy as you writhed in torments. I held you tight against me, gathered your curls in my fingers and told you that everything would be alright. That I would never forget you, that I would always come for you.
And then, one day, it happened.
You were stolen by the dark, torn from the safety you found in my embrace by their profane powers and vanished from the world. Try as I could to protect you, it was too much. I succumbed to their assault and was left for dead.
But I did not die that day, I would not allow it.
Perhaps they did not know who I was and why you were led to me; perhaps you had forgotten my promise, but I meant every word. They cannot escape me; not across any universe, not upon any world and not through all of time. Wherever you are, I hope you are not afraid. You have no need to be.
I'm not. I keep my promises.