Post by MithrilBlade on Aug 22, 2005 17:04:21 GMT -5
He stood there, at the edge of a cloud, in Zephieran, looking down to the land that had become very familiar to him...Cormyr.
He could clearly remember when he arrived there first time, just a young man, full of enthusiasm and will to save the world. He remembered Ilmen, Ravenna...Even Jandor and Sturm, the ones he later killed with his own hands. He remembered Donavan, the man of legendary talents and wisdom, his mentor. He remembered Danyella, the woman whose love he betrayed and caused her great pain. And he remembered Ailli...
His whole body was full of dire deep claw wounds, bleeding heavily on the obsidian-silver tabard he had wearen for long time. He did not care, the pain he felt from those wounds were nothing compared to the feeling of his destroyed heart, the cold chills that made his body tremble worse than cruelest winter of Dalelands. His hands were full of blood, blood of creatures who had stand on his way when he had traveled to this place of cold winds.
He wiped off some tears from his eyes as he memorized the moment she puts her slender fingers around the ring and took it off and it felt like a sword had cut his heart in half, except that the time stopped before he the arrival of sweet death, leaving only pain and emptiness that no words could describe.
His skin started to get more and more pale and he barely managed to stand up anymore, staggering as the sound of nothing but wind filled his ears.
A gentle and somehow warm gush of wind gently pushed this tortured one and he felt...good?
He felt how the clear blue sky started gathering around him and he slowly closed his eyes, the gentle breeze rocking him to the final sleep.
He could clearly remember when he arrived there first time, just a young man, full of enthusiasm and will to save the world. He remembered Ilmen, Ravenna...Even Jandor and Sturm, the ones he later killed with his own hands. He remembered Donavan, the man of legendary talents and wisdom, his mentor. He remembered Danyella, the woman whose love he betrayed and caused her great pain. And he remembered Ailli...
His whole body was full of dire deep claw wounds, bleeding heavily on the obsidian-silver tabard he had wearen for long time. He did not care, the pain he felt from those wounds were nothing compared to the feeling of his destroyed heart, the cold chills that made his body tremble worse than cruelest winter of Dalelands. His hands were full of blood, blood of creatures who had stand on his way when he had traveled to this place of cold winds.
He wiped off some tears from his eyes as he memorized the moment she puts her slender fingers around the ring and took it off and it felt like a sword had cut his heart in half, except that the time stopped before he the arrival of sweet death, leaving only pain and emptiness that no words could describe.
His skin started to get more and more pale and he barely managed to stand up anymore, staggering as the sound of nothing but wind filled his ears.
A gentle and somehow warm gush of wind gently pushed this tortured one and he felt...good?
He felt how the clear blue sky started gathering around him and he slowly closed his eyes, the gentle breeze rocking him to the final sleep.