Post by Aeric Ecrai on Jul 31, 2008 21:41:10 GMT -5
Kari stood on a small peak overlooking the land she was about to leave behind. Her mind swam with anger, hate, confusion and...realization.
That man she had fought, Aeric, he was the red haired man. But he wasn't. Not totally. He was just a shell, a part of the man that had been cast into the world by the one cloaked in the sun. She didn't know who the red haired man was, and no matter how hard this vise of darkness tried to close him out in her mind, somehow she held onto that one memory...
MydNyght had already convinced her to rid herself of the locket, which she had thrown off a cliff a dozen miles back. Travel was easy when you were a dragoon, especially one in posession of a dragon.
Dragoon...she knew not what they were or had been, but knew only that she was one, the red haired man had been one, and that she was going to kill anything and everything that wasn't one. She would purge the land she was leaving with Dragonpyre and burn them all to cinders, all those filthy humans and their schemes, the remnants of the elven race, those vampires...and those troublesome overlords who lived off the coast in their little castle of islands. All of them, every last living thing would die, because of her hate. With the help of MydNyght, she would purge and remake a world suited to her liking. First, MydNyght had told her, she must find this man known as... the Necromancer. Then, with his help and infinite power, she would purge the land of old and make a land of new.
But she couldn't stop her thoughts from returning to dwell on the red haired man. Aeric was him, but wasn't him. He was the man, but he wasn't the man. It was like an oxymoron, a sick riddle staring her right in the face. She also knew that if this man were to return, he would join her. Or she would kill him for the traitor he was. MydNyght had told her to seek the Darkblade first, then form an army with the help of the Necromancer. He had already set ancient cogs into motion, arousing such darknesses that would prove a distraction for the quarelling forces of light. But for now, she would leave the land of the Known and enter the Beyond, the dead lands, the land of shadows. She would find a Mist, and there, she would find Him. The Necromancer.
And all would be right again.
* * *
MydNyght found her pitiful thoughts amusing. Her mind was so easy to twist, to mold, to form to his will. But that one speck of light he could not ignore. That one thorn in his side, the one memory he could not remove. The one memory of Link Ecrai, who would most likely never return. But if he did, MydNyght knew that his little puppet had better be ready to kill, and to command an army that would purge all life.
The Necromancer was calling him. Calling him and his little puppet to the Mist that lay Beyond...
That man she had fought, Aeric, he was the red haired man. But he wasn't. Not totally. He was just a shell, a part of the man that had been cast into the world by the one cloaked in the sun. She didn't know who the red haired man was, and no matter how hard this vise of darkness tried to close him out in her mind, somehow she held onto that one memory...
MydNyght had already convinced her to rid herself of the locket, which she had thrown off a cliff a dozen miles back. Travel was easy when you were a dragoon, especially one in posession of a dragon.
Dragoon...she knew not what they were or had been, but knew only that she was one, the red haired man had been one, and that she was going to kill anything and everything that wasn't one. She would purge the land she was leaving with Dragonpyre and burn them all to cinders, all those filthy humans and their schemes, the remnants of the elven race, those vampires...and those troublesome overlords who lived off the coast in their little castle of islands. All of them, every last living thing would die, because of her hate. With the help of MydNyght, she would purge and remake a world suited to her liking. First, MydNyght had told her, she must find this man known as... the Necromancer. Then, with his help and infinite power, she would purge the land of old and make a land of new.
But she couldn't stop her thoughts from returning to dwell on the red haired man. Aeric was him, but wasn't him. He was the man, but he wasn't the man. It was like an oxymoron, a sick riddle staring her right in the face. She also knew that if this man were to return, he would join her. Or she would kill him for the traitor he was. MydNyght had told her to seek the Darkblade first, then form an army with the help of the Necromancer. He had already set ancient cogs into motion, arousing such darknesses that would prove a distraction for the quarelling forces of light. But for now, she would leave the land of the Known and enter the Beyond, the dead lands, the land of shadows. She would find a Mist, and there, she would find Him. The Necromancer.
And all would be right again.
* * *
MydNyght found her pitiful thoughts amusing. Her mind was so easy to twist, to mold, to form to his will. But that one speck of light he could not ignore. That one thorn in his side, the one memory he could not remove. The one memory of Link Ecrai, who would most likely never return. But if he did, MydNyght knew that his little puppet had better be ready to kill, and to command an army that would purge all life.
The Necromancer was calling him. Calling him and his little puppet to the Mist that lay Beyond...