To avoid confusion, this is from Shruikan's POV and its second person perspective. The entire story will be in second person, however, I may also do Saphira's POV as well. Maybe.
Its easier to run away from it all.
You learned this first-hand almost fifty years ago. That day is both your pleasure and your pain, for it was on that day that Galba- your thoughts die out with a flaring pain – you smile ruefully, some of you're bindings even persist in his death. It was that day that Master's reign finally came to an end. But it is also the last day you saw her. The last you'll ever see of her if you have any say in the matter. This is your resolve. A taint such as yours should not be spread amongst one so undeniably pure and perfect. No, you are determined to keep to yourself, and to suffer as much as possible. Though it is only the most meager of repentance, it is all you can give. You do not want death, even you are not that worthless. A time may come when you can properly repent, but, for now, this self-seclusion and pleasure-deprivation are enough.
The days come in the fiery display of morning, and leave in an equally spectacular manner. Everything is inexplicably unmoving and sluggish, the birds fly in slow-motion, the wind creeps across your scales, the trees dance in a make-believe exaggeration of false-movement. Yet, time passes faster than you care to track, days turns to weeks turns to months. Spring, Summer, Fall... Winter.
Winter. A brooding hateful cold so intense that it can only be encapsulated by the barest of minds lacking of any cognition. Even sheltered as you are in your armor of obsidian scales, and with an inferno burning in your chest, you still hide from the spiteful-cold in a vertical black-granite recess – the only thing large enough to shield you properly. Never has there been a more frigid time in all your four hundred years. Never has there been so much... silence-of-everything.
Silence, you find, is as deep as eternity, and as corporeal as nothing - the nothing which fakes materialisticness, not the 'nothing' that doesn't exist. The distinction is almost nonexistent, only through knowing can one truly comprehend nothing for what it truly is.
Crunch, crunch... crunch, crunch. Snow falls on you from above, disturbed by the wind. You open your eyes, only to snap them shut a half-second later. You count the seconds slowly, then crack open your eyes again. The difference is considerable, instead of snow-blindness you can see almost perfectly. The sun is high somewhere above you, and a soft wind pulls tufts of snow through the air. The leafless black-barked trees in-front of you are juxtaposed to the endless field of white. You focus on the trees for a full minute before opening your eyes fully. A quick glance around reveals nothing, then something glimmers underneath the snow at the base of your recess.
You skillfully climb down the crumbling surface, dislodging only a few hand-sized slabs along the way. At the bottom you snake your head down to where the glimmer had been and breathe heavily onto the snow. It melts and steams until all that's left sitting in the crater is a single roughly-triangular sapphire gem.
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