A darkness came. It seemed to devour the mornings poor light as it approached, a blot on the otherwise green landscape that surrounded the castle walls. It moved slowly, deliberately like a tide of blackness approaching the shore that could not be stopped. As it drew closer one could make out the silhouette of a man, a man driven by a terrible purpose that burned behind the darkness of his eyes. Closer he came to the front entrance of the castle walls, his strides slow yet long and deliberate as the jagged edge of his cloak brushed against the life giving green that his boots tread upon.
At long last he reached the large fountain that bordered the courtyard entrance. He never even paused, instead stepping directly into the dark depths. Plunging up to his knees, he continued forward, his passage sending ripples that shattered the mirror of the cloudy sky above. The tip of steel trailed along the waters rippling surface at each of his sides, slicing through with its razor edge to leave smaller trails in their wake. Reaching the other side, he stepped from the fountain, water cascading down his legs to leave him soaked and dripping the life giving substance. Perhaps this was a foreshadow of what was to come or a glimpse into his bloody past, no man knew but Sarthas...was no longer a man. There would be no tomorrow. Death had ceased screaming his name, instead he had become death and he had come bearing a message.
A single tear of water fell from his knife to strike the earth with a silent yet life shattering sound, bringing the man at last to a pause. His head was tilted down slightly leaving the upper half of his face shrouded in the darkness of his cowl. Only his mouth and chin were visible and his lips were twisted into a terrible scowl. Tightening his grip on what he had found only hours ago, his arms held out at his sides while the blades flashed as he twisted them until the steel mirrored both the castle and the forest behind him. The image broken with trails of tears that ran down the steel's surface. Anger, born of madness that screamed release echoed in the single name he roared from his lips.....
”AILIS!”
His voice boomed, slamming the name into the castle stone as if he could shatter it. The word echoed again and again until at last fading into oblivion. Those lips twisted more, the hate flooding his mind like a river of flame. If he could not go to her, than she would come to him.
“AILIS!!” He roared again, the name splitting open the air about them as it bled into every pore of the castles walls. “You will come to me or I will bleed your precious students until you drown in their blood!” It was not a threat, there was too much conviction in the dead man's voice. It was a promise, to be kept perhaps even if she answered his call.
“AILIS!”
She would come, they would die. All of them, they would all pay for their part in this sad twisted story. The creature of a man barred his teeth. Yes.....all of them even her.
At long last he reached the large fountain that bordered the courtyard entrance. He never even paused, instead stepping directly into the dark depths. Plunging up to his knees, he continued forward, his passage sending ripples that shattered the mirror of the cloudy sky above. The tip of steel trailed along the waters rippling surface at each of his sides, slicing through with its razor edge to leave smaller trails in their wake. Reaching the other side, he stepped from the fountain, water cascading down his legs to leave him soaked and dripping the life giving substance. Perhaps this was a foreshadow of what was to come or a glimpse into his bloody past, no man knew but Sarthas...was no longer a man. There would be no tomorrow. Death had ceased screaming his name, instead he had become death and he had come bearing a message.
A single tear of water fell from his knife to strike the earth with a silent yet life shattering sound, bringing the man at last to a pause. His head was tilted down slightly leaving the upper half of his face shrouded in the darkness of his cowl. Only his mouth and chin were visible and his lips were twisted into a terrible scowl. Tightening his grip on what he had found only hours ago, his arms held out at his sides while the blades flashed as he twisted them until the steel mirrored both the castle and the forest behind him. The image broken with trails of tears that ran down the steel's surface. Anger, born of madness that screamed release echoed in the single name he roared from his lips.....
”AILIS!”
His voice boomed, slamming the name into the castle stone as if he could shatter it. The word echoed again and again until at last fading into oblivion. Those lips twisted more, the hate flooding his mind like a river of flame. If he could not go to her, than she would come to him.
“AILIS!!” He roared again, the name splitting open the air about them as it bled into every pore of the castles walls. “You will come to me or I will bleed your precious students until you drown in their blood!” It was not a threat, there was too much conviction in the dead man's voice. It was a promise, to be kept perhaps even if she answered his call.
“AILIS!”
She would come, they would die. All of them, they would all pay for their part in this sad twisted story. The creature of a man barred his teeth. Yes.....all of them even her.