The following story follows on from the death of Zethrion, after his strange actions during Maelthe’s rescue. Zethrion cured our young Bear Sharman despite being implicated in her sentence to the Prison Colony. We rejoin the story as young Maelthe ponders the only way to cure the poisoned warrior, Nashara.
The leaves are turning...She sank down against the tree in the grove where she usualy would go when she wanted to clear her mind. The smell of autumn in her nose as the cooler breeze played in her hair. She closed her eyes listening to how it played with the leaves. Her hands feeling over the ground still moist from the rain a day before. In the distance she could hear the river crash down from the waterfall.
He is dead...she said.
What is dead... Her mind started to ponder those words as she let it go over the events of the last hours since her beeing rescued. She had slept nearly a day away recovering her strenght but she could feel how her wounds had healed but her spirit was weakened.
What is dead...what is death... A frown creased her forehead. -Who- is death...
Yesterday i was near death... but not dead... yesterday i saw Death...and i felt dead...
Dorien, feels dead but is he? And him... is he dead or ...death? Her hand instincly reached into her herbpouch dangling from her belt. A small golden colored leaf came out and she started to chew on it.
Hrm...What if he is not... what if he is neither of both.. nor dead, nor death...
But he knows death.. and he knows the dead. And they know him... It knows him.
Moments went on as a few rusty colored leaves slowly descended their way to their final resting place.
We all die...And that would make one die... but did he really die? The frown on her brow ceased to exist but goose bumps where showing on her arms as a chill passed over her back.
What if he wanted to die...What if he sought death.. what if he wanted to be.. dead.
Why would he want to be dead... Her mind went back to what Nashara had told her.
"He had grown tired of me saying that he held my life in his hands... He cured me... before he died.. why!?" She was so confused... so torn..
I have never seen her like this.. i do not pitty her..she would not want my pitty.. she was death..but was he dead? She shifted herself into a better position laying her hands on her lap falling into her toughts again.
"He held my life in his hands..."
What if he found that this was not enough... what if the physical attachment to him was not enough..
She needed him to stay alive... He did not want her dead... He was not death.. to her. He was life.
And she would forsake life and take death for us...
Hrm.. what if.. he wanted to try something else.. he wanted to become death to her. Not of her.. physically but mentaly.. break her.. tear her appart... She would become his life.. he her death.
Dead he could ... he could..
The frown returned to life...He is haunting her.. she can not harm him
she can not kill him more... he is already dead.. but not death...Necromancers never are death really..
Are they ever really dead?
Dorien is he dead? ...Dorien...
She opened her eyes as her mind drifted to her brother still laying in the temple of Mitra. Where is your spirit held brother...where are you... Am i wrong... are you dead?
Her eyes roamed over the brown orange yellowish carpet between the trees that was made of the autumn leaves. They are dead but life at the same time...Maybe...
She sighed...
No thats is to crazy.. they will call me crazy...And she will not agree with this...And if he planned this he might not want it either... If he is not really dead...
Maelthe layed her head back against the tree closing her eyes again.I could go find Him... ask him... trade him... His life for Dorien's life... I bring him back.. he brings Dorien back.. He could be death... but he is not dead... I am sure of it.. he is not dead..Necromancers never really are dead...
Slowly her mind drifted over these ponderings... could she ask Zethrions spirit if he would allow her to bring him back to life so he could help them safe Dorien... Could she or would she just be stupid enough to bring back death to her family...
Tomorow i will ask Nashara if she will allow me to try...and bring him life...making her .. just Nashara... and him ... just Death.
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 Maelthe, Clan Fearghal
www.clanfearghal.com
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