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Immolation, Part I
Oblivion. Murky bleakness eclipsing the sunshine of her immortal soul. No day. No night. No morning, afternoon, or evening. Time hemorrhaged.
The druid's eyes cracked open. They were crusted and shot with crimson veins, rheumy eyes that looked out and saw only darkness. Lids with too heavy a burden to remain open, they closed again as another convulsive sob wracked her frame.
Unmoored, adrift. Not in the Dream, not out of the Dream. Nightmares of her own design far worse than those that dwelled in Emerald. Twisted tentacles grasping, clutching, clawing, digging, dragging, rending. Invasive, persuasive, pernicious things skittering and crawling like smoky black threads of foreordination through the atrophying grey matter.
Her throat constricted uselessly. Her tongue was swollen and dry and the engorged muscle was stuck to the hard palate. Her teeth bore the fuzzy grunge of sleep and days without cleaning. How many days has it been? A
A Quick Jaunt Home"Mother! Father! Hullo!" Eabæ called as she opened the solid oak door to her parents' domicile. She still couldn't get used to how small their new home was compared to the family's estate in Gilneas. Their old parlor could have fit the entire first floor of the new house with room to spare. It was fortuitous that her mother had only been able to abscond with a few choice heirlooms when they evacuated; the bulk of her furnishings would never have fit the new interior. Above the hearth her mother had placed the family portrait in a new frame. Her father stood tall and proud in the background with a strong arm curled about her mother's tiny waist and a calloused hand resting on her eldest brother's shoulder. The four boys sat in a neat little row on a bench in front of her parents. Eabæ had been just a tot when the portrait was painted and she was balanced on her mother's hip with a chubby toddler fist grasping one of Tegan's blond curls. Her mother was smiling radiantly. It w
RuneclawI'm working on a story for her. It's a story that's hard to write, harder even than the last one. I want to get it perfect, really convey everything she's going through right now. She's going to change, at least for a while. Maybe she'll meet people along the way that will help her rediscover herself. Maybe she won't and that may bode ill for the poor little druid.
I want this to be epic for her. She deserves epic.
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