The darkness wouldn't stop.
Nothing could stop it.
I was floating in a dark abyss of evil and torment.
I could hear the cries of my pawns through the dark.
How could they take this?
A light shined in my pocket, the wakestone floated from its place.
Its light shined brighter, filling the room with the feel of divine intervention.
I awoke upon the ground, covered in my own blood.
The golem swung its massive arm at me, lofting my head from my shoulders.
The process started again, the cries of my pawns, the light of the stone.
The second time I awoke, I had survived.
We fled from the stone beast, fearful of wasting another wakestone.
As we ran, an arrow flew into my chest.
The abyss enclosed around me, the light rose from my pocket.
The pawns, not understanding, still wept for my third passing.
I once more awoke and managed to kill some of the bandits.
But not soon after, a sword came through my chest.
And the cycle was to continue.
The darkness wouldn't stop.
-This is a tribute to my Dragon's Dogma character, Mare. After the discovery of wakestones, her deaths seem more consequential. After a while, the cries of my pawns became clearer. I may be insane, or I may be a liar. But never the less, the darkness wouldn't stop.