NightShade Lore Master

Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 10:31 am Post subject: Ancients of the Arcane |
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You knew him? Yes I knew him, I fought beside he and Cear, he was second in command. Shade looked at him her eyes far away lost in thought. Xandria knew, she stared at Shade and saw once more a lost emotion upon her face.
Shade thoughts were chaotic, twice in my life I have loved and lost, I shall never let that happen again. Her heart forgetting its momentary weakness she stared down at the table she had been carving on and hissed at herself in disgust. Her carving had changed, its intention obvious.
Some poisons in life are worse than others. Love is the greatest poison of all, it makes one weak, and it makes one forget their purposes and goals. It gives enemies an opening to destroy us before our missions are complete.
Closing her eyes she remembered the cold feel of ice around her in the shrine. I shall not forget, I shall not regret. I will not be weakened. My transformation will complete me.
Rising she left the tavern and stood amongst the barren trees of umbra, Softly she spoke, someday, someday….. All that is temporary will be permanent. What was done to me will be repealed.
Her mind returned to Kyrnia and a smile played upon her lips. She knelt on the ground and bowed her head, I will succeed, with his help, I will succeed. A woman’s voice came into her head. What of your friends, would you sacrifice even them for a chance at what you seek? What of Xandria, Narcissa, and even your beloved Mimus? Would you watch them die to achieve your goal? Nightshade shuddered and a tear rolled down her cheek. Do not ask such things of me! The voice gained momentum, if you cannot sacrifice all then you are weak, if you cannot give up everything, then you shall achieve nothing. Nightshade shook her head tears blindly rolling down her cheeks, please, they are different they are not a weakness.
The voice spoke quietly. They are as much a weakness as he was…if not more so. Nightshade whispered to the night, but I don’t want to be alone, please, I don’t want to be left here alone. You still cling to mortal thoughts, you are not ready, and with that the voice receded. Nightshade fell against the ground and sobbed her cheek pressed against the dirt and her green hair looking like moss upon the ground. She deserved punishment for this shame; her failure, for now, complete. _________________ Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence... |
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