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A woman stood before him, clothed in gray robes. Her eyes were the color of obsidian, and just as hard. Her hair, mostly black with a few faint highlight of brown, swirled around her as if it were alive. She reminded him of someone, yet he could not remember who it was. She smiled at him, but it was a sad smile, full of memories, and pain. They were standing in a place without features, where light came from some unknown source. He knew this place as well, but he could not remember from where, or what it was from.
"Who are you?" he asked, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Now is not the time, but you know, in your heart. You have a choice to make, I am here to see if you truly know what you shall choose," the mysterious woman said.
"What do you mean? What choice?" he demanded, unconsciously clenching his gloved fist.
"You have already chosen the way of pain and grief, but now is the time to choose if you shall turn from it, or condemn yourself to darkness," she said.
"I have already chosen, and there is no turning from it," he said.
"Are you so sure?" she asked, her smile vanishing into a thoughtful frown.
"I am. Only the damned can redeem the damned, as they say, and there is none to save me, not that I wish to be saved. I chose this path, and I know what I must do. I must play the part I chose, and finish it," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
He paused, and thought. Never had he thought of a reason for what he had chosen. He had always assumed that it was so, because Destane, and those who put him in that cruel man's hands, who had chosen his path. It was the only path he knew, and he would not turn from it, he could not.
"Because, what is set must continue, and nothing can change that," he said, and turned from the woman.
"Do you truly wish to face that?" the woman asked, and suddenly flames and darkness arouse before him.
He stepped back quickly, but the heat seemed to follow him, searing into his flesh, reminding him what pain was to come. He turned his back to it, and faced the woman again.
"There is no way, for the likes of me. I shall regret it when I come to it, not before," Mozenrath said firmly.
"Then there is nothing left," the woman said, and the vision vanished before his eyes.
Mozenrath awoke, slightly sweating from the intensity of the dream. Getting swiftly out of bed, he wondered silently to himself what it could mean. He knew he would pay for his dark ways in the end, but why the dream? This was the second dream in two days, and they seemed to be warning of something to come; yet he could not figure it out. Would his judgment be at hand now? Clenching his gloved hand, he sighed softly. It was impossible that that is what it was, but what else could it be? He would have to wait, and find out.
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A woman stood before him, clothed in gray robes. Her eyes were the color of obsidian, and just as hard. Her hair, mostly black with a few faint highlight of brown, swirled around her as if it were alive. She reminded him of someone, yet he could not remember who it was. She smiled at him, but it was a sad smile, full of memories, and pain. They were standing in a place without features, where light came from some unknown source. He knew this place as well, but he could not remember from where, or what it was from.
"Who are you?" he asked, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Now is not the time, but you know, in your heart. You have a choice to make, I am here to see if you truly know what you shall choose," the mysterious woman said.
"What do you mean? What choice?" he demanded, unconsciously clenching his gloved fist.
"You have already chosen the way of pain and grief, but now is the time to choose if you shall turn from it, or condemn yourself to darkness," she said.
"I have already chosen, and there is no turning from it," he said.
"Are you so sure?" she asked, her smile vanishing into a thoughtful frown.
"I am. Only the damned can redeem the damned, as they say, and there is none to save me, not that I wish to be saved. I chose this path, and I know what I must do. I must play the part I chose, and finish it," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
He paused, and thought. Never had he thought of a reason for what he had chosen. He had always assumed that it was so, because Destane, and those who put him in that cruel man's hands, who had chosen his path. It was the only path he knew, and he would not turn from it, he could not.
"Because, what is set must continue, and nothing can change that," he said, and turned from the woman.
"Do you truly wish to face that?" the woman asked, and suddenly flames and darkness arouse before him.
He stepped back quickly, but the heat seemed to follow him, searing into his flesh, reminding him what pain was to come. He turned his back to it, and faced the woman again.
"There is no way, for the likes of me. I shall regret it when I come to it, not before," Mozenrath said firmly.
"Then there is nothing left," the woman said, and the vision vanished before his eyes.
Mozenrath awoke, slightly sweating from the intensity of the dream. Getting swiftly out of bed, he wondered silently to himself what it could mean. He knew he would pay for his dark ways in the end, but why the dream? This was the second dream in two days, and they seemed to be warning of something to come; yet he could not figure it out. Would his judgment be at hand now? Clenching his gloved hand, he sighed softly. It was impossible that that is what it was, but what else could it be? He would have to wait, and find out.