Prologue: Regal's thoughts on the night before the group goes to Altamira in search of information on how to save Colette from her Chronic Angelus Crystallus Inofficium. I wrote this for an RP aplication..I thought I'd share it
Dreams and Truths
The rain pelted off my face as if the heavens itself burst open, sending torrents of anguish down around me. My neatly tied back hair was plastered to my head, the thick material of my green jacket was sodden with water and it was seeping through making me shiver. But it wasn't as cold as the dread in my heart. I could barely breathe my lungs refusing me air, as my mind raced with the dreaded task asked of me just now.
"Alicia…," I heard my shaky voice whisper.
How could I bring myself to end her poisoned life? I felt like stone, unable to move my feet, unable to shift my eyes from my beloved. She continued her mournful pleas of release. "I love you Alicia" the words carried on in my mind, I would do it for her. Because she asked me too, begged me too. I felt the power of my teachings build inside of me, running through my body in waves. My arms moved on their own accord and a white light flashed from my hands with infinite force…
Gasping for air I woke and looked around camp, gaining my composure. A soft orange glow from the fire was leading a dance with my shadow. I watched it for a moment as my heart still crashed against my chest. That dream again like usual, never ceased to fill my nights with visions of the horrid day I killed my Alicia.
"Alicia I will be tortured by this memory forever," I said barely audible to myself and gazed at the sleeping bodies of my traveling companions to save the two worlds.
Albeit they have no idea how much comfort they give me. And tomorrow I'd have to reveal the truth. I feared Presea's reaction the most; she would never forgive me for ending her sister's life. My eyes travelled to her sleeping form, axe in hand I smiled for she so reminded me of Alicia. She was like a precious gift and I made sure to pray to Martel each night for her well being.
A heavy sigh escaped me as I looked on to the rest of the group all appearing to be in peace from the chaos surrounding us. As I looked at Colette, knowing she was suffering from Chronic Angelus Crystallus Inofficium, the need to hurry to Altamira raged inside me. George-in charge of my Lezareno Company-would help with the research in finding a cure for the Chosen of Sylvarant.
I must help my new friends for they have true intentions. Respect for them could not be measured. My eyes settled on my shackled wrists, reminders of my sinful deeds for my crimes. Again my heart felt heavy, because after tomorrow I fear I may lose my friends when I tell them the truth.