3. A return

A return


  • _His helmed head lowered, eyes closed. He could feel it, he knew it in every inch of his body, it was time. He said a silent prayer, not with his mouth but with his heart, bidding it to Her…She who he lives in service of. He felt darkness, pure tangible darkness, shoot through his body. Felt it cover him, enclose him, and then it came. A feeling of nausea, intense, but only for a moment. He had knew this pain a few times before, when she orchestrated Her will through him directly.

    He knew the place she had deposited him immedietly. Knew its smell, knew its sounds, knew its feel itself. It was part of him now and he thought it would be till the time that he was released into her clearing of darkness.

    The living darkness incasing his body expelled from him, shot forth all around causing a globe to hover in the middle of this place. And out from it he strode; confident, knowing, and head held high in absolute trust in the feeling she had given him.

    He looked upon himself a moment viewing the new billowing robes, black as the deepest night and lined in purple...the color of power, of nobility, of leadership...and feeling the plate molded to his body underneath. He smiled thinly behind the helm, the Wyrm like thing turning as he looked about, while purple energy slowly wafted out form the eyeholes as if it were smoke on a light wind. He took a small moment to thank his Mistress, then peered up, cold helmed eyes looking to the heavens of the cavern._

    It is good to return

    He turned to Scyth, they needed to talk. But he knew not now, he could feel it in the air, teasing the hairs on the nape of his neck. Tonight would be a night to remember in Arnath, what would later be referred to as the Night of Coming for the arrival of so many faces, old and new. Fire sprang up behind them before another word could be spoken, igniting a small ring around the commons. His eyes focused on the fire, on the precense of power upon the weave, and he smiled. Would it be for ill or good, he did not know, nor care. He had returned to where he belonged, ready for what she willed it, and he welcomed whatever may come.

    So it begins anew…