Disclaimer: I don't own any of the names, characters, setting contained within. Bioware/Black Isle/Interplay does.

A/N: this entire fic was based on the idea of challenging a certain Wraith's line, and changing the response from "I don't feel any different" and, if I recall, being called a 'fool' for it.

One shot/series of snapshots, written in a morning.


The Warden

"Just a spark you say?" I looked at his ethereal form, felt its icy contempt, its fury, and I smiled. "Sarey-Sarey-Sarey, now why would I do that?"

I felt the Wraith's answer in my mind even as it spoke.

"Don't you get tetchy with me, brother-dear." I cut it off mid-sentence. "This place, this – pocket plane – is shaped by my mind. Your words, remember. Now, you just stay there." I willed a gag and to my surprise it worked. This place had… interesting possibilities.