~ The Wind Brings Salvation ~

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Socari stands atop a large mountain, his view in clear view of the city of the Mali'aheral. The wind rushes across the mountaintop, the robes upon his skin flapping about gently in the breeze.

 

"... my life was so similar."

 

Socari exhales shakily, glancing over the edge as he shakes his head.

 

"... and this is the decline."

 

He raises his shaky palm to his face, gently wiping the glove over his eyes as dry tears stain the fabric.

 

"... but I can stop it."

 

Socari exhales once more as he takes in a sharp inhale, focusing on his surroundings. His gaze scans the city below before coming to rest on his old friend, Volet. With a twitch of his ear, a message is sent across the distance. The Archmage's head turns to view him.

 

"... I can never be accepted for I am an object. An 'it'."

 

Socari's form shimmers a moment before his body tilts forward, gravity taking over as he plummets down towards the hard dirt below. His robes flap wildly in the breeze as a small and unseen trail of tears cascades behind him.

 

"... three, two, on-"

 

Impact was taken in for only a fraction of a second, his form going still on the cracked earth. His form shudders a moment more before it pulses bright blue. His robes fade first, trailing into the atmosphere. His skin and bone follows next, leaving his soul one moment to take in his world.

 

"... I am gone."

[Pinsir99 526]

Splat.

[Avacyn 1712]

A figure stands, looming above the man's body as it fades, casting a ghastly silhouette: Tall, crooked, and wispish, its decayed green armor hangs on its impossibly frail frame. Putrid, blackish-green fog seeps from the crevices of its aged plating. The figure flickers, like a distant memory, and watches Socari in solemn silence.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.