Prologue
The man coughed and bubbling blood dripped from his mouth. His matted black hair clung to his face, and the light was fading from his eyes.
What was his name again?
He was dimly aware of fresh tears landing on his scarred face, and an Elfish voice screaming at him. Screaming his name. A pity his ears had already succumbed to whatever had happened to him, he couldnt even recall that.
He heard the voice screaming at him again, this time accompanied with many more tears on his face.
He opened his eyes and leant forward slightly gasping. The dying man tried to make sense of the swirl of colours that he could see, which accompanied the noise, alas, he couldn't see her face.
He closed his eyes again, and breathed out. Opening his eyes again he managed a wry smile and chuckle, his damned eyes had stopped working.
Blackness greeted his laugh, and seemed to laugh with the man.
By the Light, he wished he could have done so much more with his life. But then he had done quite a lot, if he could only remember...
Twyk!
That was his name.
And what did he do with his life?
Remember, damn you, remember.
Sighing, Twyk leant his head back and gave up.
So this is what death is like...
Alinna let out a scream of pure anguish, and collapsed on the dead Warrior's chest, sobbing and gasping for air. Her verdant green eyes were stained with unimaginable pain, and spasms racked her slight, purple body.
The rest of the group, all bloodied and beaten, stood around the couple, some with stony faces, others with silent tears slowly running down their cheeks. Nira looked at his shoes, while Peej clenched his fist and shut his eyes tightly.
Calama even let out a small sob, and her tears began anew.
But all was drowned out by Alinna's pained wails.