With the prophecy mystery solved and its place in community secure, the Watcher sought new purpose.
What do I do now? it asked Maya. I am no longer hungry. I am no longer hunting. I am simply... here.
"That's enough. Being here. Being present."
But I have eternity. I cannot simply "be here" for eternity.
"Watch over us. Like Anino did. Protect. Guide. Be there when needed."
The Watcher considered this.
That is... purpose?
"That's sacred purpose. Ask anyone who loved Anino."
The Watcher looked at the garden—the immortal flowers, the statue, the creatures who came to sit and remember.
I understand. I will watch. I will protect. I will be there.
"And sometimes—" Maya smiled. "Sometimes knock things off tables. For fun."
The Watcher purred.
Purpose found.