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Location: Home / / Zao's Remort Story
The final decision came from the top. I accept my fate stoically,
but inside Im terrified. Ive seen the vacant, haggard expression
present on all who have passed through those cursed arches. As I approach
what is to be my end, I hear the chanting of blood oaths creating pacts
with creatures that live between shadow and light. Upon completion, the
former hero is stripped of his mortal given powers and imbued with the
hungry spirits of the dead. Screams echo, chilling me, as a hero is
reborn. My sister in arms emerges, assisted by two monks, the blood
dripping from her ears and eyes stain her silk tunic. Fond memories
flash before me, accompanied by hot tears. Our nights spent under the
twinkling eyes of the universe, contemplating life, engaging in swordplay,
the scent of her, almost like a breath of winter on a hot day. She is lost
to me now and soon, I to her. Spasms of pain wrack her body as she coughs
blood upon the dry, cracked earth. I whisper her name as she is dragged
past. A slender hand suddenly lashes out to grab me by the shoulders.
Her haunted features twist with pain framing her fevered, bulging eyes.
"Ive seen...its forever out there," she whispers. The monks curse under
their breath as they haul her away. I can almost make out the wispy form
of a robed figure trailing behind her, already becoming used to its new
form. I have seen such figures before. Some with only one, some
with more than I care to count. Always whispering...always driven.
The burning desire of the spirits forever pushing their shared form
to the brink of exhaustion. Always striving for the power not gained
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