Mor’s love struck the sharp edges of Ar’tine’s essence before falling to the black rock in shattered splinters of light. The Dark God never even noticed them. The infinitesimal light that resided in the bottomless abyss of his soul continued to flicker-desperate, dying…but still there. It could not be destroyed. Ar’tine never realized it was only this fine, perfect strand of Essence which connected him to his precious As’me. Continue reading Wrath of Darkness/Forever Never
She didn’t hear the heavy breath of the beast as sat in waiting to carry out its Master’s instructions. It was told to do no harm, but merely to observe, being the eyes of the Master in His absence.. Continue reading Jealous Watcher/Forever Never
Will being in his arms in union diminish the pain he will feel from abandoning the one he has now chosen? Will this desire of yours be enough to sustain both of you? Laoch is a proud warrior and you, a proud Sorceress. Perhaps that might be too much pride to exist in a single life together.” Continue reading A Mother’s Love/Forever Never
A long silence followed as Naofa tried to stop the burning ache that fought its way up from her insides. How she longed to scream, to silence that voice. How much longer would she remain its captive? Swallowing hard, she smothered the longings of her heart, stilled her muscles and quieted her anger. All that escaped was a single tear from the far corner of one eye. It slowly brimmed over and slid down the side of her face, but she refused to acknowledge its existence by wiping it away. She let it reach her chin and cling there for a moment before dropping to the cold, hard rock below. If she thought that this would go unnoticed by her captor, it was only one of many self deceptions she held. For as it struck the hard surface it produced a loud echo, so loud that she had to cover her ears to ease the pain of it.
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Suddenly, she stopped and turned, determined to face her tormentor. ‘Of course’, she thought bitterly. Naofa felt a manic laugh rising in her chest but terror squelched it before it escaped her lips. There in the shadow of a gnarled, lifeless tree, stood the wolf, its red eyes glaring back at Naofa like burning embers-cruel embers that threatened to sear her soul this night. The visage bared its yellowed teeth and continued to laugh. Continue reading Naofa’s Lament/Forever Never