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[Korin d'Rue]

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Korin sat staring into the dieing fire. He had fought sleep now going on three days. His once pale blue hands gripped the chair so tightly that if it wasn't for the dried blood on them the only color would be white. His hair hung down and loose, it had not seen a comb or brush in days. He was pretty sure his body was giving off an odor as well, but he did not care.

The first dream had seemed so unreal that he had sought out answers from another. He had gotten answers for the questions he had asked, some he agreed with others he did not. He had known what he should do but every time he picked that tome up to take it to do what he knew he must. Every fiber in his body screamed that it was wrong. He fought for a whole day and internal battle with himself to do what he in his mind knew was right. In the end he lost that battle. The tome sat on the table beside him beckoning him to open it and let himself be engulfed in its dark pages.

The second dream had seemed so real, the voices chanting “Hate, revenge, blood.” They had been familiar voices. Ones he had known from his youth, or so it seemed. The dream had been so vivid that even Korin was not surprised when he awoke, to find the sword laying across his chest. Its massive four foot blade just as is was in his dream, as black as the darkest night and covered in blood. The blood still ran down the blade and had soaked into the blanket that covered him. The hilt of the sword was wrapped in a strange leather that seemed in the dream to conform and almost welcome his touch. Now the great sword stood in the corner of his room. The massive blade seemed to shimmer into and out of the shadows that over took the room as the fire grew dimmer each night. The large blood stone that stood on the pommel of the sword was like an eye watching and waiting for its master. The great sword also seemed to beckon Korin to embrace it to pick it up and wield its power.
The one item that had caught him off guard was the hooded robe he had found the next morning folded nicely in the chair. It was like the sword its material was of the blackest black and as hard as he try Korin could not make out the material. It was strong but had almost no weight to it at all. Like the tome and the sword the robe also seemed to beckon to him to be worn. Korin had placed the robe on the bed stood the sword in the corner of the room and sat in the chair to think. That had been two days ago. Korin had fought with an internal struggle in his mind as hard as he tried to see the good in his life the bleak and dark places just kept popping out at him.
The joy's of child hood were replaced with beatings and rejection from a mother who at that time was incapable of showing love, and a father who was never around. What should have been joyous first love ended in more beatings and rejection. It had taken him many years to return to his first love only to have her walk away rejecting him for another. Then he had found love again only this time to leave it due to his own wandering lust. Then That love returned to bring him news of the most joyous thing in his life, a child
Oh what joy and pride that little girl brought into his life, and for the few sort months he had with her he was the happiest man in all the world's. But even that joy turned dark for him, for as quickly as she was brought into his life she was ripped away from him. Murdered by one who he once showed compassion too. His mind went back a forth over the months he tracked that woman and to that night he had finally gotten his revenge for his little girl. Oh how he had waited for that feeling of knowing she had finally gotten what was coming to her. Oh how as he stood looking over the cliff at her broken body laying so far below, the only thing he felt was empty.


Empty, Hollow, Cold those where his feelings now.