Confession
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 9681
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The others depart, leaving the Norns in peace. They start conjuring the
magicks which will transport them to their respective realms and I
just... ...dissipate... It takes so much effortstrainconcentrationSTRESS holdtogetherholdtogetherHOLDTOGETHER to coalesce myself into a physical form these days, and frankly, I welcome the reliefrelaxationrelease When I can simply...revert to type... It always makes me sadcryscreamDON'TGODON'TGODON'TGO to see him leave, book tucked under his arm. We were lovers once...He was to be my husband...before. Or was I a man then? Was I a man and he to be my wife? I don't know anymore. I don't know which of these memories are mine, and before is so hard to think back to. I don't know if I'm actually remembering this, or if I just dreamed it. I had a dream the other dayNIGHT I was endlessly giving birth to freakish deformed things. Anything you could imagine, dream, or conceive of, and no few you just wouldn't want to. monsters and he was there. He was there and after each bloodied birth he would name them and they would be clean. They would be clean and sane and normal and then they would go out to populate worlds, worlds upon worlds upon worlds. Did I dream it, or did it happen? I can never tell. God, how I miss his touch But how his touch burns me now, or does it freeze? Does it freeze and calm my internal bonfires? It is anathema to me. The collection of sunmotes that might or not be my original self distill into something I might have been once, and I feel a shudder along the skeins of the web. I know what it is, but I'll forget it in a few moments. It's yet another bloodied birth, but he doesn't need to name this one, not at all. It was named before he was even conceived. It is the Jovian Shard, the first piece of the Crythrawl And somehow, I think I was supposed to stop it from being But I try not to think about sad things these days... The Brazen Man smiled as the Dust Mage rose out of the earth, bearing the throbbing crystalline shard, the first he needed. "Good," he hissed through the tarnished brass mask, "you have done well, mannikin." "I hope they crush you," the Dust Mage growled, his face twisted in hate. "Come now, he-who-was-once-Zerm, you know you enjoy this chance to strike at them one last time." "All I wish is the peace of the grave now." "You know you can't lie to me. The only one you're deluding is yourself..." Lord Frederigo D'Honaire (of the world several minor manifestations of the Rules had begun to refer to as Alternate Walants Universe 2) was out for a night walk. After the ordeal which had left so many of his "brothers" stranded on the world called Terra Prime, and the violent destruction of a sinister parallel self, they had finally began to go their separate ways. Though Astra had seemed to bond with her "sisters", he was actually glad to have some distance between the sets of analogs. It just made him feel as if someone had walked on his grave every time he saw one of them. They were so close to him in nature, yet some had diverged greatly. He was uneasy around them. Frederigo sighed wistfully as he went down to the dock on the pond. The moonlight glinted wonderfully on the water, and for the first time in weeks, he felt at peace. Suddenly, an arm reached around from behind, pinning him even as a gloved hand clapped over his mouth. He struggled, but his captor was every bit his match, it seemed. He mustered enough strength to turn his head to see its face, but all that stared back was a leering brass mask. "Hello, 'Brother'," an unfamiliar voice hissed from behind the mask, "did you miss me?" Frederigo mumbled a response, but his words were muffled by the man's glove. "Well, it's a pity we couldn't discuss more. There's so much I want to know about you, so much I've forgotten about myself. It's a damned shame, but I suppose I'll know all of it shortly, so that makes it a moot point. I wonder, are you but a shadow cast of me, or I of you? Perhaps we are both shadows, and the difference is that I will soon be more. Worry not though, you will live on within my frame as I gather you unto myself..." And with that, the Jovian Shard pulsed, and Lord Frederigo D'Honaire was consumed...
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