Post by Sharae on Jun 20, 2006 12:47:18 GMT -5
Marcus was slumped on the strider. The human was bleeding from more wounds than he could be bothered to count. He hurt, but the pain of his flesh could not contend with the pain in his heart. The strider kept on walking, whining every now and again because they had not rested and morning was almost upon them. The babe in his arms cried. She had not eaten, she had not seen her mother since yesturday.
"Sharae..." He whispered through cracked lips.
Tears formed in his eyes. He was dying, but that was not why he wept.
Please, Shilen, have the mercy and compassion to hear the plea of one such as I… I cannot die. Not now. Not while this child needs me.
“Ahhh!” pain lanced him then, and he drifted further from consciousness.
I have put cultists and innocents alike to the stake. I have watched the indiscriminate murder of the so called unfaithful by the knights of her church. I have witnessed goodness and justice abused and thrown aside in the pursuit of power. I have seen hypocrites rise to rule the masses, and watch over them like cattle, killing them and milking them for all that they have. I have seen cultists sacrifice men, women and children. I have seen abominations risen from the graves of former comrades, of former enemies, by friend and foe alike.
I have hated my friend. I have loved my foe. I no longer see the difference between the sides, they have become blurred together by selfishness. There is no good, there is no evil. There are only those who would do as they wish, and those without the power to stop them.
I have given up. I have lost my faith. I have found you in the darkness... Give me this chance to redeem myself…
He lost consciousness then, feeling the world slip from his grasp.
And then he awoke.
“Ah, glad to see you’re still with us,” said the figure across the fire from him. The woman cradled the baby in her arms as she fed it milk from a skin. “I wouldn’t move around too much, you were in pretty awful shape when I found you, and this little lady was real hungry.” Marcus barely managed a groaned ‘thank you’ and the stranger smiled. “Seemed like the right thing to do… The name’s Remira Dara, by the way. Though my friends just call me Remi.”
"Sharae..." He whispered through cracked lips.
Tears formed in his eyes. He was dying, but that was not why he wept.
Please, Shilen, have the mercy and compassion to hear the plea of one such as I… I cannot die. Not now. Not while this child needs me.
“Ahhh!” pain lanced him then, and he drifted further from consciousness.
I have put cultists and innocents alike to the stake. I have watched the indiscriminate murder of the so called unfaithful by the knights of her church. I have witnessed goodness and justice abused and thrown aside in the pursuit of power. I have seen hypocrites rise to rule the masses, and watch over them like cattle, killing them and milking them for all that they have. I have seen cultists sacrifice men, women and children. I have seen abominations risen from the graves of former comrades, of former enemies, by friend and foe alike.
I have hated my friend. I have loved my foe. I no longer see the difference between the sides, they have become blurred together by selfishness. There is no good, there is no evil. There are only those who would do as they wish, and those without the power to stop them.
I have given up. I have lost my faith. I have found you in the darkness... Give me this chance to redeem myself…
He lost consciousness then, feeling the world slip from his grasp.
And then he awoke.
“Ah, glad to see you’re still with us,” said the figure across the fire from him. The woman cradled the baby in her arms as she fed it milk from a skin. “I wouldn’t move around too much, you were in pretty awful shape when I found you, and this little lady was real hungry.” Marcus barely managed a groaned ‘thank you’ and the stranger smiled. “Seemed like the right thing to do… The name’s Remira Dara, by the way. Though my friends just call me Remi.”
