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01/30/11(Sun)02:56 No.13712634They all did. They all gave up their lives for the world. The barbarian, his rage giving way to his solemn respect for the world...the cleric, welcoming the embrace of his deity...the rogue, with a wink and a quip about how it was stealing the show...the druid, her last words a garble of birdsong. And...
And then there was me. I stood in the circle, the sun looming overhead as if awaiting my soul. I stood among the bodies of my closest friends, holding the knife with which they had taken their own lives. I stood, surrounded by the unfathomable bravery of their deaths...
And I couldn't do it. I couldn't let go of life. I couldn't renege on my deal with Aspok. I couldn't give up. I couldn't take my own life.
But the Sun demanded its due. It had been pressed into a magical partnership, and it could not be withdrawn except by my hand...but it was bound by our Mage's spell. It could not resonate with a human soul without the power of a million human deaths, but it could not break the resonance without my own.
And so the Sun tore itself apart.
The Sun died, because I refused to.
Over the years, I have realized what has kept me alive: the Sun, torn into pieces as it is, waits for my death. With Myvia tossed to the four winds, only my death can properly resolve the spell. I am tied to the Sun Shards. My death will unite them. My death will end this world of uncertainty, this world of storms and nomads.
I wanted you to know this, my son, before I returned to what remains of that tower. Aspok take me, but I will not condemn you to this. For what must have been millennia, I have groped at life at the cost of the world's prosperity, but I will release it for you.
The life of the world and the Sun itself were not enough, but for you? For you, I would give it all.
Goodbye. |