"Wings of the Eagles"
Sarevok gazed out along the battered Saradush skyline. His sister had brought him back to life, but why? She could have just weaseled the information out of him, but she didn't, and this left him confused.
I am so high, I can hear heaven.
I am so high, I can hear heaven.
But heaven, no heaven don't hear me.
"Will you stop staring out the window and go to bed?" It was his sister, the monk Darlina. The monk who had killed him twice and took pity on him. The Son of Bhaal glanced back at her.
"Once you stop chiding me, yes."
And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away.
Darlina growled softly at him, crawling into her bed and falling asleep. Sarevok's dark eyes turned from the window to his sister. His face was blank and emotionless.
Someone told me love will all save us.
But how can be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood spilling
That world never came.
"It should have been I," he whispered, remembering the words he had shouted to Darlina in the Abyss, before she killed him again. "It could have been I."
And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away.
"What would it have been like," the huge man asked his sister's still form, "if our places were reversed so long ago? Would I have become you?"
Now that the world isn't ending, its love that I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero, and that's why I fear it won't do.
He noticed that Anomen was glaring swords at him and sighed deeply. "Damn priest wouldn't let me find out, anyway. He's too taken with my sister." Sarevok stopped suddenly. "Half-sister. Practically not my sister," he revised.
And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away.
The Son of Bhaal huffed. "If out places were reversed, then I would be the one sleeping while you mused over feelings for you sibling. You would be the one with the empty feeling in your soul because you had none left."
And they're watching us(Watching Us)
As they all fly away.
He looked back at Anomen. After producing a murderous look that gave the priest pause, Sarevok got into bed, watching a lone eagle fly past the window. "Lucky," he murmured.
Tada. Sarevok and Anomen and copy write Black Isle, as is Baldur's Gate, and "Hero" is Chad Kroeger's. Darlina's mine. All mine.