Questions
Nothing remains certain…
From the Harvester's Journal.
Soralis walked out to the balcony of the small apartment and stared at night sky. It had been several hours since Rayden had showed up on the Cain's doorstep and hasty plans had been made. They hoped to stop Shinnok before he managed to break free of the Dead Realm penumbra that the priests had accidentally created when they released him from his imprisonment.
Her mind wandered over the years of uncertainty of who she was; where she had come from. She thought she had finally found her answers in Egypt more than fifty years ago. Now, she had even more questions.
"You alright?" Rayden asked from beside her.
She smiled slightly. "My life is getting way too complicated." She told him dryly. Rayden winced.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you." Rayden blurted as he clenched the balcony's railing, his mind churning with anger and sickness as he thought about what she had gone through in Shao Kahn's hands.
"It's not your fault your brother is a psycho," she replied. "Don't blame yourself for what he did." Soralis grinned. "Besides, he only made me that much more of a nuisance."
"There is that," Rayden replied.
"I'm going to have to make some arrangements for tomorrow nights festivities," she told him.
"What sort of arrangements?" he asked curiously as he followed her down the balcony's ladder.
"If we don't stop him, we will need backup. I need to alert the Medjai and a few others. I'm not leaving this to chance," she told him softly as they entered the alleyway. "Want to come?" she asked.
He grinned. "I thought you'd never ask,"
Nothing remains certain…
From the Harvester's Journal.
Soralis walked out to the balcony of the small apartment and stared at night sky. It had been several hours since Rayden had showed up on the Cain's doorstep and hasty plans had been made. They hoped to stop Shinnok before he managed to break free of the Dead Realm penumbra that the priests had accidentally created when they released him from his imprisonment.
Her mind wandered over the years of uncertainty of who she was; where she had come from. She thought she had finally found her answers in Egypt more than fifty years ago. Now, she had even more questions.
"You alright?" Rayden asked from beside her.
She smiled slightly. "My life is getting way too complicated." She told him dryly. Rayden winced.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you." Rayden blurted as he clenched the balcony's railing, his mind churning with anger and sickness as he thought about what she had gone through in Shao Kahn's hands.
"It's not your fault your brother is a psycho," she replied. "Don't blame yourself for what he did." Soralis grinned. "Besides, he only made me that much more of a nuisance."
"There is that," Rayden replied.
"I'm going to have to make some arrangements for tomorrow nights festivities," she told him.
"What sort of arrangements?" he asked curiously as he followed her down the balcony's ladder.
"If we don't stop him, we will need backup. I need to alert the Medjai and a few others. I'm not leaving this to chance," she told him softly as they entered the alleyway. "Want to come?" she asked.
He grinned. "I thought you'd never ask,"