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Death for the sake of innocent lives sounds heroic — people will sing legends about you; generations will remember your name…
But what if you were destined to die by your own hand?
What then?
I guess I'll be the one to learn it the hard way…
Animal terror buckled my exhausted legs.
That's good. Means I'm still alive…
Whatever was in front of me, it smelled no better than the stinky breath of a dead Xurus, blowing mucous bubbles that popped right on the surface — a surface that reflected absolutely nothing.
"Forget everything you are in your own world. Let the shadows take over you…" Riker leaned toward me, so close I could feel his agitated heart beating.
"I… I can't…" I whispered with the last of my strength, sitting on the cold stone floor of the cave.
As if sensing the truth of my words, the murky surface responded with an echo, sending ripples across the viscous lake that so longed to swallow us whole.
"You have to. You need to do this! Before you kill yourself…" The dark mage carefully tried to push me toward the inevitable.
Is that a tremor I heard in his voice?
Empathy… The last time I'd encountered it was when I got hit by a car many years ago, not to mention that the Loreons were generally strangers to such things.
Or was it his own special trait?
The human world… I had my own issues with it, but right now I would’ve gladly brewed myself a cup of aromatic berry tea, wrapped myself in my favorite blanket, and greedily continued watching that stupid series Orin had recommended to me, while stroking Silas with my other hand.
I wonder if he still remembered me?
They say cats remember those they love…
A sudden sharp pain pierced beneath my ribs, shooting straight into my rotting knee, as if a part of me was agonizingly and slowly dying, crying out for help. Though, that’s exactly what it was…
I didn't know which one or where, or under what circumstances, but soon there would be one Alora less in the universe. And I was the only one to blame.
I needed to hurry…
