A Glance into her Mind - Zethrion's Blood (part 3)

The following story continues as Nashara is forced to live with illness once more. The robed man still haunts her along with the image of Zethrion. As events unfold it becomes clear Zethrion was the only one holding the Immortal in his imprisoned realm. We rejoin the story as others greedily seek Zethrion’s necklace, a source of power tided to the spirit of the fallen Mage.


"Slowly, days are passing... My time... The time Imortal gave me, is running low. I wonder how much longer I can hold on. Of course I will live longer than he believes. But still... how much longer?

Not much has been happening lately... Well, at least around me... Inside of me, my head, however...

Tyrnan finally returned. A few evening ago we had a short gathering with Tyrnan, Caspian, Myrtis and Maelthe. To explain them a little about the current situation. Nothing interesting, really. Except... Tyrnan denied the dagger that killed Zethrion is... his dagger. Perhaps he speaks the truth. Perhaps not. My mind has been screaming in confusion the whole time. I felt like letting it all out, but then... I decided it would be best to simply remain calm. At least until... Aurelia joined us. Everyone left and she was... well, she was trying to be friendly with me. I was struggling enough in my own thoughts.

She was just trying to help me... maybe. So she said. So she seemed. But still... could I really trust her? When she put her hand on my shoulder, I-... Something snapped inside of me. I shivered, I jumped back in... fear? Confusion... madness? I held my sword in my hands... I was ready to strike anything that would have appeared as a threat... and at the time... In my eyes, that could have been... anyone who approached me. Anyone, except...

Maelthe and Tyrnan heard my screams, apparently they were somewhere nearby. Maelthe... he presence made me feel so weak... yet, so comforting... Why? What is it about that girl that...

When she asked me to put away my weapon... my hands just started shaking. I was suddenly too weak to even hold my weapon... I dropped it and... then I myself dropped on the ground. Tyrnan trusted Maelthe to take care of me. He and Aurelia then left us alone.

I could not believe this... I broke out in tears... like... like some scared little girl... She... she just held me close... she was... singing... something... until I finally fell asleep...

The next day, I met Tyrnan all the way in the cursed deserts of Stygia. Alone. Unbelievable! Did he really mean everything he said? He and Caspian were interested in me for a long time? That there was something... about my presence. That I could change... the course of destiny? I hardly believe in any course of destiny. I shape my own life. Still... What did he mean by all that? And why would I be able to change anything? Especially in my current state...

Apparently he knows about my... doubts. He knows I do not fully trust them... him. He told me I should soon make that decision... To trust him or not. I could not give him an answer at the time. Either of the two would have been a lie. I just... do not know.

But how could I trust them? Myrtis thinks I am mad. Caspian... he barely even looked at me. Tyrnan... I still have no idea what he is - or has been - up to...

Maelthe... I feel like I can trust her...

Later that day... There was an Auction at the tradepost in Tarantia. Again. I was just leaning against the well, as usual. Only this time, Maelthe was there with me. That auctioneer was a real idiot. I felt like killing him. Everyone was just pissing me off that day. As if I was not edgy enough... I outbid some fool and bought a ring. He was rather pissed. When it was all over... Maelthe left. And... Imortal appeared. He wanted the necklace. Some members of the House of Asgard were also there... one was defending me... one did not care about me... and the idiot who lost the ring to me was more interested in killing me, because I killed Zethrion. I know. But sometimes there are bigger things than revenge, that have to be taken care of first. He was really pushing it... But I held myself back. As hard as it was, I did not want to give Imortal what he wanted...

Another day passed...

I met Maelthe again. A thought occurred to me... Zethrion, he always told me...
"If you ask me, I will do it." He said the same thing before he died. "If you ask me to live, I will live. But I will not do so unless you really wish for it." Maybe... if I asked him to come back... he could come back. I told her about it... It is worth trying.
I was walking towards the tradepost in Tarantia. Some stranger in a red robe... All these strangers in robes.. they are really pissing me off... He was reading some scroll... And called me by name... then calling me mortal... And something about meeting again... he had a strange smirk across his face.

Enough. That... was enough. Mortal... Immortal... Enough of this crap. Something snapped inside my head. But this time... it was different. I did nto get angry. I felt no rage. No confusion. I felt nothing. I dressed... differently. Black. With a masked hood. Mortal? I will show you cursed wretches what a mortal can do. Sure, we are weak and we can die... And that is a strength. We have something you will never have. A will to live. We want to live, no matter what. And we shall fight until the very end...

I traveled to Conarch. As I was about to step into the tavern I heard some familiar voices. Morgath... sounded like he wanted to become a bandit. With Mujo... the Highwaymen? I stopped for a moment to listen, before I entered. Mujo, Myrtis and Morgath were there. I took my mask off and went in. They appeared rather surprised with my clothes. Hah. I took a drink and chugged it down, then stopped for a while at their table. Not surprisingly... they left soon after. In the meantime, Maelthe came. I did not really want to talk to her at that time. Then, she left as well. And as I was standing at the door, preparing to leave... Myrtis, Maelthe and some... Stygian dog came. Myrtis told me he was her... friend. So what. Do I look like I care about her friends? After they went in, Maelthe tugged my hand a little further away from the tavern. To tell me she did not trust that man, whose name I forgot, anyway... Thank you, I can be a lot more distrusting than yourself. Whatever...

Later, Myrtis called us to Tesso. Apparently, there was some trouble with those SetMosis people. Again. But that was not the real issue. We met them at the abandoned farm. And that bastard, Brucek was with them. This time, I really did not care what they were talking about. Nor did I care to say anything. But Sentenza called me to step away for a moment. He made me an offer... he thought they had us outnumbered and offered to fight with us. For free? Surely there was something he wanted. Hold it! He asked me about a certain amulet? Who hired him... He would not tell me who hired him. But I refused to tell him anything. In the meantime, a fight broke out between our group and those Stygian dogs. Ignoring that mercenary, I rushed into the fray to cut off some limbs. Each of us did our own part. The lesson those cursed Stygians recieved should keep the bastards away... at least for a short while. And beating the hell out of Brucek was good enough. He got up... and kept hanging around like a damned fly. Wanting to fight me, or whatever. I had more importants matter to deal with...

Maelthe joined us. And she was more suited for a talk with Sentenza. She realized who it was that hired him... the mercenary was offered immortality. What a joke. I could not believe he would fall for that. Either way... She managed to get Sentenza on our side, by bribing him with Truth. Imortal... he keeps making more enemies.

We returned back to Tesso. The Black Swordswoman, she called me? Sounds good to me. Anything that deems itself immortal shall fall.

Upon our return to Tesso and my short... 'talk' with Meos... Maelthe told me I seemed more distant. She was worried, I guess. Being distant is what my father tried to teach me. It is how a strong warrior should be.

Is it, really...?
It has to be...

When I got back to Tarantia... Maelthe found me, again. She really can be annoying sometimes. Though... what annoys me most is... I like her. It is so damned hard to push her away! I hate seeing her sad... Of all people... I hate seeing her suffer. I felt a horrible pain strike inside my head. I nearly lost my balance. Was that... me? She... I... was trying to... Come out?

No matter. It was time I met Zethrion again. That bastard keeps haunting my dreams..."


The following article actually happened live but is from the soul account of the owner and as a result may or may not be a accurate representation of events. However details and emotions described above are all in keeping with the owner’s character and how they perceived the progression of events unfold.

Story written by Nashara, Clan Fearghal
www.clanfearghal.com