As you dream, bearer, after the last world has passed, and after you have seen the terrible visage of Oblivion looming before you, darkness comes for you, a deep sleep. For most, it is dreamless, but for those whom have preserved their own shards through this long (long) trial, your sleep is not dreamless. There is a connection between you and this shard, and it radiates with a soft, comfortable sensation. It is inert, but it is a soul – a piece of a soul. As you dream, you commune, and within it you see…a different you, with different choices, but just as present in Kenos as you are now.
You have, and have always been, a creature of principle, above all else. Early on, you could see the rot that seeped into both islands, between the dark shadow that surrounded Kenos, to the sickness that permeated both factions. You know what you believe, in the goodness of individuals, and the righteous punishment of those who would harm anyone who tries to do right. You are given plenty of targets to pick from, and no matter where you aim, your arrow or blade strikes true. Into the heart of those who undermine the very point of being a shard-bearer.
Yima once called you an avenging shadow, a dark creature of Zenith that she would level upon all that threaten Zenith, and you held a blade to her neck, and promised that if she did so, she would be the first that struck. She allowed you free reign to purge, and purge you did. It is not until your blade is held toward the perpetrator of violence against a Meridian that you are first struck by the… difficulty of your call. They did it, they confess, but every day since, they have regretted it. It stays your blade, because you know that there should be every opportunity to change, and you believe them. They have never been cruel before, and this place… it corrupts the very soul of any who walks in either the shadows or light.. You allow them to retreat.
It is only a month later during an oracle that they drop from the rafters of a building, a knife in your throat, that you feel deep, sad disappointment.
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You have, and have always been, a creature of principle, above all else. Early on, you could see the rot that seeped into both islands, between the dark shadow that surrounded Kenos, to the sickness that permeated both factions. You know what you believe, in the goodness of individuals, and the righteous punishment of those who would harm anyone who tries to do right. You are given plenty of targets to pick from, and no matter where you aim, your arrow or blade strikes true. Into the heart of those who undermine the very point of being a shard-bearer.
Yima once called you an avenging shadow, a dark creature of Zenith that she would level upon all that threaten Zenith, and you held a blade to her neck, and promised that if she did so, she would be the first that struck. She allowed you free reign to purge, and purge you did. It is not until your blade is held toward the perpetrator of violence against a Meridian that you are first struck by the… difficulty of your call. They did it, they confess, but every day since, they have regretted it. It stays your blade, because you know that there should be every opportunity to change, and you believe them. They have never been cruel before, and this place… it corrupts the very soul of any who walks in either the shadows or light.. You allow them to retreat.
It is only a month later during an oracle that they drop from the rafters of a building, a knife in your throat, that you feel deep, sad disappointment.