Disclaimer: I don't own NWN2, the characters, places, objects, etc, etc. Obsidian and BioWare make all the money, not me.
A/N: This is set post OC. The KC in my story: Casie Bennesen, an Aasimar and Weapon Master.
Chapter 1: On the Edge of Sanity
The chaos swirled around him and Casavir screamed. Maddening flashes of her face taunted him. He could hear laughter, the sound insane, and wondered as he covered his ears if it was his own laughter he heard. Where was he? Where was she? The chaos picked up again and Casavir dropped to his knees screaming.
Zhjaeve watched the man struggle to his feet and lash out at things that were not there. She waited, until he stopped fighting himself, she could not help him. It would be a long journey for him, but there was no choice, he was the only one who could find the Aasimar. Zhjaeve looked around as she heard the voice again. Call to him, but he will not hear you, not yet. As she watched the swirling shell of chaos that had engulfed the Paladin since he'd arrived, she wondered if he would hear her this time.
Casavir, is your will here?
For a moment the confusion slowed and she thought she'd reached him, then he screamed again and she sat down to focus her will.
Casavir saw her smiling at him as he spoke to her on the walls of her keep. He pledged his sword and his heart to her. Then she stopped smiling and the shard in her chest tore free and she collapsed to the ground. And he screamed as she died in his arms.
Zhjaeve watched the image fade as the Paladin screamed. She knew this wasn't the truth of what happened, but some of it was and that meant that he was beginning to know himself again. The ethereal voice called to Casavir again and Zhjaeve focused on the voice, but only saw the Paladin in her mind. The Shard-bearer only cared about finding her Paladin and would not answer when called. Zhjaeve shook her head and watched Casavir.
He watched her stride into the arena, armor gleaming, head held high. He watched Lorne walk to the center to meet her. She turned to the Luskan and he faced her. She swung her sword at Lorne and it shattered as it hit him. Lorne swung his sword at her and Casavir screamed as her head fell from her body.
Zhjaeve watched this image fade around Casavir. She sat here with him day after day watching half truths. She knew the things he saw were happening backwards as though he was regressing through his memories. Some of the images were familiar to her because she had been there as well; most of his memories were of the knight before Zhjaeve had joined them. Casavir's memories always ended with Casie's death and Zhjaeve knew this was his greatest fear.
Zhjaeve watched Casavir as he reached for his love amid the images that swirled around him. Two days ago the screaming had stopped; today he was trying to interact with the memories of the Aasimar that swirled around him. It had been seven weeks since he'd shown up screaming in the blackness that surrounded him and only now did he seem almost himself. Zhjaeve reached out to him again.
Casavir, is your will here?
She saw an image of herself pass over the swirling shell around him. He knew her voice and for now, that would be enough. If she could remind the Paladin of himself, she could help him find the woman that was more precious to him than his own life.