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[Korin d'Rue]

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Korin awoke with a start, he was not sure what the dream was about but he had been falling off his horse. Sitting up on the slab of ice he called a bed. He shock the last rimnace of the dream out of his head. Walking over to the mirror that hung in the corner of his room he began to comb the tangles out of his hair. He stopped and looked closer into the mirror. She did a right fair job He thought to himself as he studied the fresh stitches in his cheek. Turning His face he could still make out the bite marks on his right cheek. Korins mind raced back to the female drow who had left those. Korin could still remember every detail of those three days. He could still smell her, then his mind flashed to Eclyse. She had sewn him up after he had busted the stitches in the battle. She had fused over him when he was constantly scratching at the wound. Then His mind shot to Caira. A thin smile crossed his face as he remembered the look in her eyes as Eclyse had mended his wounds. She had wanted so bad to take over. Korin sighed she had taken care of him so much in the past.

"She is with another now, You blew that, move on." he said to his reflection in the mirror. "We are not going through this again!"

Korin grabbed his armour that needed repairs and started up stairs. As he approached the top floor he found himself staring at the curtains that seperated a room that he had not been in in months. Pulling the curtain back he stepped into the room. Setting his armour down Korin looked around. This room was a shrine to his past in Umbra. As Korin stood looking at the banner that hung above the altar. He remembered a conversation he had had with Kaylor about walking in the gray between light and dark.

With war apon us, and attack on my king and my mother not to mention my friends. Maybe it is time to stray from my path. Korin thought to himself. Korin stepped to the altar picked up the knife that was there and openned up the palm of his hand. Letting the blood run from his closed fist on to the black stone. Korin Closed his eyes.

Korin spoke in slow deep voice. "Hear me now, It is with revenge in my heart that I ask." He took a deep breath. "One who has served you in the past, My mother was hurt by another." " I ask you to give me what it is I need to exact my revenge."

Korin placed his bloody palm on the cold black stone, leaving a perfect imprint of his hand. He turned and grabbed his armour and walked out.