Interlude - Those With Choice
Lord Trent Blackmore
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Interlude - Those With Choice
The ticking of the clock reminded him how late it was getting in the evening, causing the man to put down his book and stand from his chair. He stretched a bit before walking out of his sitting room and walking into an atrium, an extremely large picture frame taking up an entire wall and stretching from floor to ceiling. His hand reached out and traced the frame, he could easily enter the image and visit the denizens within, but there'd be no point, as the person he really wanted to see had long since died.
An eon had passed since she had died, and their children had followed soon enough after, and their children's children, and then their children's children's children, and that was around the time that he gave up on following his family tree, because it just got depressing at that point.
Immortality is definitely all people chalked it up to being.
Even as the various Ages of Light and Dark rolled on, he watched them all.
The Lords who took the burden of Linking the Fire, and were rendered to be naught but cinder, thus he wondered the fate of his good friend and brother in arms, Solaire of Astora.
The Dark Lords who rose up and refused the Fire, instead plunging the world into darkness as he had, and that made him wonder if Darkstalker Kaathe had gotten to them.
And then there's those who drew his ire of the years.
Kaathe's Darkwraiths who sought to have him return and rule over humanity as a Dark Lord if none arose, of course, Kaathe was more than happy to leave him alone.
Aldritch was another issue, the corpse devouring slime not only ate the bodies of Nito, the Bed of Chaos, and Gwyndolin, but he also tried to find and eat Priscilla which drew the attention of the first Dark Lord. He had duelled with the blob for a good while, protecting not just Priscilla's grave, but also ended up saving the life of Gwyndolin's follower, Yorshka. The Dark Lord had made off with the image containing the Painted World of Ariamis, and escaped into the world to find a new hideaway.
Then there were the times he tangled with the Children of Dark, more than a few of whom held a grudge against him for his part in the death of Manus, something that made sense to him as they were apparently born of his shattered soul. There were a few that simply sought him out in attempts to recruit him, but they were also turned away, regardless of their reasons.
As he rolled his shoulders and made his way on to his bedroom, his thoughts turned toward that one rabble rouser that stuck out from among the various people who could have either Linked the Flame or ushered in an age of Dark, but instead did neither. The Bearer of the Curse had stuck out to him, but the kid seemed a bit off mentally.
Chuckling as he prepared to bed down for the night, he murmured, "I wonder, what did that Ashen Brat ever get up to after he broke the cycle… I'll have to ask him if I meet him…"
A beat.
A pulse.
A pause.
A finger twitches.
A pair of eyes opens and the person sitting on the throne swivels their head up to look at the crystal planted in the ground before them, and catch sight of their body. They reached out, their hand tracing the glass as they stared at the crown on the brow of their body resting within the crystal.
"How long has it been since I was last myself?"
The person wondered as they studied their body, noting that they had been beautiful, but that this was necessary at least until they could break the Cycle and free humanity from their suffering. Everything they'd done had been for that, but no one seemed to understand that, all of them just get in the way.
"Quite some time, if I remember correctly." The voice came from the only entrance into the room, what looked to be a small child shrouded in a cloak answered as she strode into the room. Her head swivelled to look at the crystal before she continued, "Many generations have come and gone since the last time you were you."
"Oh. And the state of the world?" They asked as they continued to study the crown on their true body's brow.
The cloaked figure shrugged, "Much the same as the last time you were awake."
"And I can still feel the suffering of humanity, the Cycle has to be broken, only then will they be at peace. At least you are still on my side." The Bearer of the Curse replied as they tried to stand from their seat, only to fall back into it.
"As I have told you, I will stand by you, but I am not on your side, nor any other." The girl answered as she studied the one struggling to control their current body.
The ticking of the clock reminded him how late it was getting in the evening, causing the man to put down his book and stand from his chair. He stretched a bit before walking out of his sitting room and walking into an atrium, an extremely large picture frame taking up an entire wall and stretching from floor to ceiling. His hand reached out and traced the frame, he could easily enter the image and visit the denizens within, but there'd be no point, as the person he really wanted to see had long since died.
An eon had passed since she had died, and their children had followed soon enough after, and their children's children, and then their children's children's children, and that was around the time that he gave up on following his family tree, because it just got depressing at that point.
Immortality is definitely all people chalked it up to being.
Even as the various Ages of Light and Dark rolled on, he watched them all.
The Lords who took the burden of Linking the Fire, and were rendered to be naught but cinder, thus he wondered the fate of his good friend and brother in arms, Solaire of Astora.
The Dark Lords who rose up and refused the Fire, instead plunging the world into darkness as he had, and that made him wonder if Darkstalker Kaathe had gotten to them.
And then there's those who drew his ire of the years.
Kaathe's Darkwraiths who sought to have him return and rule over humanity as a Dark Lord if none arose, of course, Kaathe was more than happy to leave him alone.
Aldritch was another issue, the corpse devouring slime not only ate the bodies of Nito, the Bed of Chaos, and Gwyndolin, but he also tried to find and eat Priscilla which drew the attention of the first Dark Lord. He had duelled with the blob for a good while, protecting not just Priscilla's grave, but also ended up saving the life of Gwyndolin's follower, Yorshka. The Dark Lord had made off with the image containing the Painted World of Ariamis, and escaped into the world to find a new hideaway.
Then there were the times he tangled with the Children of Dark, more than a few of whom held a grudge against him for his part in the death of Manus, something that made sense to him as they were apparently born of his shattered soul. There were a few that simply sought him out in attempts to recruit him, but they were also turned away, regardless of their reasons.
As he rolled his shoulders and made his way on to his bedroom, his thoughts turned toward that one rabble rouser that stuck out from among the various people who could have either Linked the Flame or ushered in an age of Dark, but instead did neither. The Bearer of the Curse had stuck out to him, but the kid seemed a bit off mentally.
Chuckling as he prepared to bed down for the night, he murmured, "I wonder, what did that Ashen Brat ever get up to after he broke the cycle… I'll have to ask him if I meet him…"
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A beat.
A pulse.
A pause.
A finger twitches.
A pair of eyes opens and the person sitting on the throne swivels their head up to look at the crystal planted in the ground before them, and catch sight of their body. They reached out, their hand tracing the glass as they stared at the crown on the brow of their body resting within the crystal.
"How long has it been since I was last myself?"
The person wondered as they studied their body, noting that they had been beautiful, but that this was necessary at least until they could break the Cycle and free humanity from their suffering. Everything they'd done had been for that, but no one seemed to understand that, all of them just get in the way.
"Quite some time, if I remember correctly." The voice came from the only entrance into the room, what looked to be a small child shrouded in a cloak answered as she strode into the room. Her head swivelled to look at the crystal before she continued, "Many generations have come and gone since the last time you were you."
"Oh. And the state of the world?" They asked as they continued to study the crown on their true body's brow.
The cloaked figure shrugged, "Much the same as the last time you were awake."
"And I can still feel the suffering of humanity, the Cycle has to be broken, only then will they be at peace. At least you are still on my side." The Bearer of the Curse replied as they tried to stand from their seat, only to fall back into it.
"As I have told you, I will stand by you, but I am not on your side, nor any other." The girl answered as she studied the one struggling to control their current body.
