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Good cannot conquer evil, nor evil good, for always, there must exist a balance between the two... It all changed though, everything I'd been taught, everything I'd known. If there always must be a balance, then why did evil win? I have trouble remembering that day, but nightmare doesn't even begin to describe it. "You must write your thoughts to sort them out. When no one will listen, tell it to a piece of paper." Ara used to tell me that all the time, she loved writing. I miss you Ara. I went crazy. I don't know how many days I wandered the forest, hacking at trees, screaming at the wind with visions of them in my head. I shudder to describe them for you. Creatures with yawning mouths full of jagged green teeth, scales, harder than a dragon from head to toe, all the pale, unnatural color of death. Long, piercing claws at the end of each of their 8 fingers... Forgive me, I lost control afterall. I don't know how long it's been between this paragraph and the last. It's too much to remember them. I go crazy again. All my family, all my friends...dead. Nobody could figure out how to kill them. I ran, just like you told me to Ara. I ran, I think I fought some along the way, but I ran. I don't even know how I survived. I woke up in a forest sparkling with sunlight and the grief overcame me. I'm a few years older now, I know this. Evil won that day, there was no balance. Where was Onshtranals when we needed him? Does he even exist? Does he even care? Was this all a part of his divine plan? I hate him Ara. I hate him. I hate everything now. Like one of the faerie...you used to say that to me. I guess I died the day you did. I am only the geis you placed upon me and nothing more. I am revenge, I am not a person. I will get revenge. But...in that certainty, lies the truth of my cowardice. You still walk...it is unbearable. Is it torture? They killed you all, and the slain rose to join them. You were no exception. Can I kill you Ara? Do you want me to? I cannot bear to fight my own sister, but you walk under dark control, a prisoner. I know what I must do...can I? Can I look into your eyes and strike you down? Saronai :: remember :: |
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