[PK] Sparks of Wanderlust

[Java17 2216]

 

There was no solace in the brittle, sharp crunch that was emitted from her weathered boot sinking into the thickest snow of the Northern-plains. 

 

Her head rose, and her eyes scanned the horizon. She found no company, no man, no woman, no animal.

 

“How many days have you wandered?” a voice inquired her.

“Tens of thousands.” An answer was barely provided, between chapped lips, which bled nothing.

 

There she stood, in between two pillars of her faith, two pillars of her failure, two pillars of her salvation, and of her damnation.

 

“Dear sister.” she let out with more effort that carried her a thousand steps. 

A weapon was taken from its scabbard. It gleamed with inscriptions that transcended age. 

 

It raged, and it spoke. It’s language; Lightning.

 

Thus it was plunged into the ground.

 

A voice of silk escaped the very snow, it rattled the ground. “And in the end, you had served your sentence in full. And now you stand before your reward.” 

 

Ice crept her as quickly as the sparks had wafted from the raging weapon. A sinister harmony born as if in an instant, “A tragedy of my own making, what a display of incompetence.” she spat out.

 

And thus did she become entombed, forever more. A display of lightning remains at her resting place, somewhere upon the Aevosian realms. A hazardous thing, as she was when living.

 

Spoiler

Small conclusion to my f-witch character. Most of the people who I played with when I was active on her no longer play but I am still thankful for the good times!

Also thanks to @Werew0lf for allowing me to use the dividers