That Which Lost...
Dark as trees' blood, it soaked into the crystalline surface like Dreamberry wine into leathers and the mind. With every touch, every joining of souls, it left behind a part of its corruption; it was a swelling stain on the heart of that which unified them all. The malignancy seeped through the Homeplace, yet it knew. It thought. It learned. It dreamed.
And those that felt it found themselves endured to serve its purpose, without voice and without hope.
Its patience revealed itself. Even as those began to doubt, it chose its moment to strike, flaring up with the fiercest fire of the Daystar and freezing with the coldest ice of the place between stars.
The Palace of the High Ones grew dim. Its translucent surface was cast in darkness. Less than days, longer than lifetimes, there was one thing he knew for certain.
He had lost...
The End
Working Title: That Which Lost...
Inspiration: Dream.
Noteworthy: Short.
Disambiguation: It could mean anything... it could be the original crashing of the palace, it could be Winnowill, it could be... whatever you interpret it to be.
Derivative work of material © WARP Graphics, Wendy and Richard Pini. Reformatted to abide by 'site standards. None of the original text has been modified, 'cept in case of typo.