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Postby Cirath » Wed Jan 12, 2005 7:05 am

Author's note: Teflor's post "Silence" should be read before this. It is the set up.

Magic. He hated magic.

That was the last thought he had before the pain came. Not the pain of a normal wound, that was something familiar. It could be managed, if not ignored. No, this pain was different. It was as if something was torn away from his soul, like something inside him that made him human was burned away, leaving a hollow space behind.

Pain, coursing through his body like liquid fire.

No, not his body. He vaguely remembered that he didn’t have one anymore, that it was taken from him. Rage welled up, forcing back the haze of agony for an instant, and he remembered blood, chanting, a fight, but then the torturous spasms returned to him, and all thought was eradicated.

After what seemed like an eternity, the torment began to subside, only to be replaced by a voice. It was unintelligible, but insistent, demanding. He felt himself being pulled, and didn’t resist. Whether to more torture, or something else, he couldn’t seem to care, something he found strange for a moment, and then it was gone.

Light. Noise. Air.

The first thing he noticed was that he was breathing. He knew he shouldn’t be, knew he was dead, but he sucked in a big lung full, just the same. He opened his eyes, and winced as the light stung them. That shouldn’t happen either, he had no eyes to be stung by light. Light that he never should have seen again. When he could see again, he glanced down at himself. His shirt was torn and stained, his arms were bound, and he had the feeling for an instant that he was missing something.

Just then he realized that he couldn’t remember his name. He thought for a moment, trying to recall it, but it wouldn’t come. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything about himself. It didn’t really bother him. In fact, nothing bothered him. He felt no emotions at all.

He glanced down at the binding, realizing that he could slip right out of them if he chose to. Then he realized someone was speaking to him. A man stood in front of him, staring down with a stern look on his face. What was the name he used? Cirath? It almost sounded familiar, and then…

Memory came flooding back. He knew who he was, or who he had been, at least. The man in front of him was Teflor, the one who had killed him. He knew what he was supposed to say, how he was supposed to act, and so he pantomimed those expectations. At the same time, emotion came back to him. Not all of them, he knew for some reason that wherever he had been, it had taken most of those feelings from him forever, but he still had one: need.

It wasn’t his own need. He couldn’t really say where it came from, or why. Perhaps it came back with him from that other place, the place of pain and darkness. Where and why didn’t matter, though. It was there, and it was strong. It pushed him, drove him to one thing…

To bring them back with him.

Every last mortal had to feel the searing embrace of that chasm. They all had to know the horror that death held for them. And then, when the mortal realm was empty, he would return, back to that place that still held his old self. He would wrap the night around himself like a cloak, for all eternity.
Last edited by Cirath on Wed Jan 12, 2005 4:18 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Postby vezasee » Wed Jan 12, 2005 9:40 am

Now I don't normally do this, but omg, that was awesome. The desolate imagery of that last paragraph gave me shivers.
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Postby Nekelet » Wed Jan 12, 2005 9:56 am

Well written.
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Postby teflor the ranger » Wed Jan 12, 2005 1:38 pm


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