This isn't much, just something I stumbled across during my daily journey through my own imagination. Hope you enjoy it!
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Umbra.
That is my name.
The name I share with the blade.
We are one.
It talks to me, telling me of its hunger.
It longs for souls.
It feeds on death.
Umbra.
But I was not always named that.
No, I was once Lenwin. A lovely Bosmer name. My mother picked out a good name for my past self.
My past self. The me that is no more.
The me that was the apprentice of Irroke the Wide. The me who was a normal person, who lived a normal life, a resident of Pell's Gate.
Life there was nice. Sometimes I wish I could go back. Though it was boring, it was pleasant.
But then I found it.
Umbra.
It was in a cave, buried within the bowels.
Lenwin died there.
I heard it call me. Crying out to be set free. I dug down under stones until I found it.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The hilt was ebony, the blade itself was the blackest metal. I picked it up.
Instantly, I knew that Lenwin was gone, never to return.
Umbra.
Umbra.
That was its name.
Or so it told me.
It talked to me. It had a voice of velvet. Persuasive, elegant, and thoroughly evil.
It was thirsty. It needed blood.
I killed people.
Killed for it.
Slaughtered the villagers of Pell's Gate.
Those foolish people.
It took them awhile to realize what had happened.
I told Irroke of the voice.
Of the blade.
He demanded I give it to him.
I told him no, that it was mine, and I was its.
He tried to take it.
I struck him, telling him I would never part with it.
That's what he deserved.
The villagers cast me out.
Threw me into the wilderness.
Told me if I ever came back, they would kill me.
Umbra.
How can something so beautiful be so thoroughly wicked?
My intentions are its, when it thirsts, I thirst. I must kill for it.
Which is why I live in a ruin.
No one will take me in.
I'm alone.
Umbra will take care of me.
Umbra turned me into it.
Molded me into its servant. It was my master.
As I live here in this smelly ruin, eating bonemeal and rat meat, it talks to me.
Promises me a better life.
Promises eternal happiness if I do its bidding.
Now I am Umbra.
It is me.
Lenwin is no more.
I am now shadow.
Umbra.
It is shadow.
Umbra.
I am but a ghost, my body empty.
Umbra.
It is my mind. It controls me, my every move.
Umbra.
My entire being.
Umbra.
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That was… interesting. ;)
Haha, I literally wrote this in 15 minutes, so that might explain a lot. I was bored and didn't feel like writing my other story.
So anyway, review, tell me what you think.
Or don't. But if you read it and don't review, I will send my flying bananas after you.
Trust me, they are meanies. ;)