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03/12/10(Fri)21:11 No.8553125rolled 1, 6, 2 = 9
“MAYA.”
Your vision begins to clear. You see a face in the blackness. Two brilliant blue eyes look into yours, lit by an unseen light. The face moves back, revealing its owner, your patron god. You reach out, or try to, anyway.
He looks away. “I HAVE... SAVED WHAT REMAINED.”
You try to move your arms. Your legs. You feel nothing.
“PLEASE. DON'T.” The god retreats from you, turning away. “I CANNOT BEAR IT.”
You stop, waiting in place. A soft, blue glow intrudes on your vision, creeping around the edges. You feel like you're floating.
“YOUR ESSENCE,” he says, glancing back at you, “YOUR SOUL. HERE, WITH ME.” He turns toward you again, motioning to his chest, which blurs into darkness below his waist. “YOUR BODY HAS BEEN... LOST. TO FASHION ANOTHER, SUCH AS THAT,” he sighs, “IS BEYOND MY POWER.”
In a blink, he is with you, holding you in the palm of his hand. “YOU MAY REMAIN HERE, IN MY REALM, FOR AS LONG AS YOU WISH. I WILL GRANT YOU MY SIGHT. IN TIME, YOU MAY BECOME AS I AM. YOU MAY BECOME MANY THINGS.”
There are lights in the sky. A dozen, perhaps more. They speak, veiling their faces in the black. “Your fate is as you decide,” they say as one, “You have sacrificed all for others. Perhaps foolishly, but... honorably. You may be of Hretmar's court. You may be of any one of ours. You may be a wanderer. You may be a new form.”
A new light appears, brighter than the others, circling around behind you. “And you can return to where you belong. A fitting end, don't you think?” |