Sacrifice

[z3m0s 1957]

Spoiler

 

 

 

The old dwarf chuckled happily, twirling within a bright field of green as he chased a young boy sharing his image, yelling and roaring playfully the boy and his father enjoyed time together for a few brief moments as a dark cloud began to fill the sky, shadow blacking out the once vibrant sun that lit up the dwarfs bright golden armor. Dashing quickly off to their picnic, he grabbed an umbrella to keep his boy from the coming storm, turning back as his eyes wandered to find his son playing in the now darkened field, a figure stood behind him. Black abyss walked towards his playful son as he sat toying with a wooden sword, slashing at the nearby green grass. Something was wrong. . . The dwarf couldn’t move, despite his best efforts to run for the boy he remained still as the figure drew closer. Crying out, his loud screams of panic and desperation fell to silence as he stood idle, helpless as he watched on. Reaching behind its back, the dark figure drew a long blade, churning with energy. Clutching at his throat the old dwarf struggled for breath, clawing at the nothingness before him as he exuded all the energy he could summon to reach his boy, yet remained still. Collapsing to his feet the old dwarf could only watch as the black figure drew back his sword, with a flash of light as the dark figure swung his blade, the old dwarf gasped with bated breath as the scene turned to black.

 

Panting desperately he looked about the black abyss he stood within, unknowing of what had become of him. A moment of clarity struck him. . . He was lying down, but he was covered, what? Silk linen? A great sigh of relief washed over the dwarf as he realised he had been dreaming. . . The fire within his room had gone out, drawing his quarters into darkness. Standing from his bed he walked over toward his fireplace, his form still stiff from rest as the wooden boards creaked beneath him. Activating a rune to restart his fire he drew back in horror, dropping to one knee before the fire.

 

It was true. . . there was no escaping it, he thought to himself as he dropped to sit upon his floor, the beginnings of the fire now lighting it’s surrounds poorly. I cannot escape what I have become. . . What I do is for my people. . . I bare this mark so that they may live in peace. Many thoughts of assurance and sacrifice filled his head as he sat, staring at pale grey skin. Running a finger across his forearm, his pale blue eyes watched on, scowling at his own complexion.

 

“Kalviin?” a gentle female voice cried out from within the darkness that still lingered within the room.

 

“What did I tell you. . . Do not call me that any longer” his gravelly voice replied out into the darkness, filled with sorrow and pain.

 

“What you did. . . Many could not, would not. You sacrificed yourself so that they may live happily, in peace. . .” her figure emerged from the darkness, love and warmth she brought for him, as her beauty made its way into the light to be within his arms, warming his soul. “Everything will be okay” she whispered “You did the right thing. . . Kalgrimmor”

[Algoda 885]

Kóri bows deeply in front of the self proclaimed god.

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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