Reaching

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

The teeth of guilt gnawed at her mind, her furrowed brow and clenched jaw hidden behind her steel mask. The sound of light hearted laughter tinkled like bells between murmurs of the holy mages around the lone witch as she listened. The whistling wind carried their voices into the black rot splotched tower, only for them to be drowned out almost completely by the ones talking and laughing around her. Free us, help us.

 

She could recognize all of their voices, the sounds pulling at her hearts and causing her eyes to water. Ana, please save us. The witch has forgotten his name. Ana! Raenor, Nurion, and someone who’s name was forever trapped on the tip of her tongue. Her ill fated paladins. ANA! Their hands pulled at hers, urging her to stand. She slowly rose and muttered an apology to the surrounding men and women, flashing a small invisible smile to the friendly woman with roots and leaves for hair before she followed where the ghostly hands led her into the whirling snow. She didn’t feel the cold on her skin. She couldn’t.

 

Before her stood a high elven man, his arms severed but hovering below his stumps. His features were aged, though his pale blond hair hid any gray streaks well. Lavender eyes stared back furiously below a furrowed brow and above a crinkled nose, and his maw parted to rasp furiously into the wind. His blood streaked hand rose, extending his long digits toward her and rot drifting from the tips and ripping off with the wind. Free us!

 

She ran.

[Chorale__ 2147]

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

[Chorale__ 2147]

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.