Sights Unfamiliar yet Familiar all the Same
The voices still whispered the songs of tales long past, although this time the songs were more familiar. Some days the visions were ones of
peace and silent walks through the garden, of Cullen and Dorian playing chess while sharing meals and exchanging playful banter. Other days they were loud,
screaming and burning into the deepest crevices of his mind. The pain, the blood and agony was almost too much to bear. He was alone now, kept company by
nothing other than the birds and stray nugs who took to burrowing into the abandoned war room. It felt like such a long time since he'd heard the whisper of
thoughts, the sweet song of magic and the familiar tug calling from the fade. It wasn't much of a tug anymore, now it was a tidal wave of sensation. The fade was all
around, bleeding into reality and warping its surroundings. When The Wolf tore down the sky, things just….ended. Friends were lost and everything changed. The
changes tried to pull him too; struggling and pushing, 'You aren't supposed to be this way'. Everything hurt and for a while he wasn't anything, Compassion or Cole.
Finding himself took time, what felt like forever. Piecing together memories and thoughts in the current of newly awakened spirits, each one eager to fulfill and
excited to be alive once more. When he came to among a flurry of see through shapes, spirits of every kind, he felt lost. He didn't want to be here, it wasn't who he
was anymore. Unseen, unheard! He fled, the familiar shape of Cole his own once more only this time he was determined to make it forever.