A/N I'm loving the end of the Elven arc so far. The title means, "In need of a longer tomorrow." :)
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Birds chirp in the uneasy air, a light breeze flowing through the rustling trees of the forest. Rabbits scurry as wolves hunt for their meal. A squirrel jumps from branch to branch with an acorn hidden within its mouth. It stops as every animal in the forest pauses I what they're doing to watch as a black wolf dives through the brush, splashing through puddles. A shadowed figure appears moments later, high above I the trees. The elf swings between branches, diving, swooping after it's own prey. The squirrel braces itself as the elven rogue swings around to land on his branch.
I look down at the furry creature and nod before diving further up, reaching the treetops easily with Darien's decade and a half experience as a hunter guiding my way. "Where are you?" I whisper as the birds scatter away from my form. My eyes dart down as I see a black form, "There you are." Taking a running jump I dove down through the treetops, catching myself on a branch and rolling on impact with the ground to instantly burst into a full sprint after Sister. My lungs fill and empty themselves with the plentiful supply of fresh oxygen as I dodge rocks, hop over fallen trees, dive over pools of standing water, surprisingly keeping up with her in her Alpha Wolf form.
I'm definitely enjoying this body more than my last two, those had terrible lung capacity and barely enough dexterity to work with.
I see her dive to the right and into the mouth of a cave and skid to a stop, directing my momentum to the right by swinging around a low hanging branch, jumping into the entrance to crouch next to Sister's form, "Down there?" I ask while panting as my young heart starts to slow from its rapid beating.
She morphs back into herself again, nodding silently as she steps forwards down the dark passage.
I push off my knees and follow close behind, squinting in the low light.
She notices and flashes a palm of magical flames to illuminate us.
I look around at the sharp stalagmites and stalactites hanging from the ceiling a protruding from the floor, mineral water dripping every other second to continue building the centuries-old cave. I step onto hard stone and stop, looking down to find a tile.
"We are here." She declares as I look over to her to see a stoic expression.
"Sister..."
She walks ahead, "Be cautious, there are creatures here that would guard the Mirror fron unwanted visitors." She takes her staff into her free right hand.
Oh great...
I carefully unsheathe my weapons and follow closely, trying to avoid making any unnecessary noises to alert these... guardians. We step through a broken archway covered with Elven and Tevinter script alike. "What was this place?" I mutter only to wince as my words echo throughout the cavern.
Morrigan glares at me and presses a slim finger to her lips with a stressed expression.
I nod in apology and keep walking, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge.
Darkness... I should be at home here, but all I sense is death and... something foul.
"Halt your steps!" She stresses.
I stop mid-step to look where she's pointing and barely spot a tripwire. I nod as we share a look and kneel down near the loop hole off to the side, cutting and tying the cord around it to disarm the trap, but not fully in case we require it later. "There." I whisper.
"Stay alert, tis not the last we will come across in this place." She warns.
We step into the first room and I take a torch from the wall, lighting it on her flame. I walk down the hard stone wall to the left, finding it cracked and roots growing through to sprout new growths over the centuries of decay. "Who lived here?" I mutter as I light another torch and step into a small alcove to find a rotted chest. I kick the lid off and find a broken shortsword made out of a shiny black material. I kneel down closer to it and have to suppress a gasp of shock. "Obsidian..." I breath, and pocket the broken bits in a spare pouch.
I'll have to find someone who can repair that, maybe Wade.
"Brother!"
I whip around and jump back into the main room to see it lit up quite nicely, Sister standing at a statue near a sealed door. I look around to find its the only door around. "I am here." I say quietly as I hop over a large hole in the center of the tiled floor.
I watch as she runs her hand over the ancient carvings engraved into its surface, "What do they mean? I am not adept at reading Tevinter." I look at her and have to smile as her face show nothing but pure awe. Her crimson lips parted in wonder, golden eyes wide with a hunger for knowledge, her entire body language was filled with excitement.
I smile to her and reach over her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist as I do and guide her hand over the sentence as I translate, she is too wrapped up in her marvel to realize how intimate it was, "'Those who seek providence must walk without a step or be lost to the flame of indecency.' Tis a scripture that Archon Querin wrote into Tevinter law back during the steel age."
She sighs in surprise as she finally feels my hand on her back, "Tis fascinating that these Elven ruins hold Tevinter markings." she breathes.
I nod to her words, "We must use this knowledge to out advantage Sister." I whisper into her right ear.
Her golden eyes look to me with a bit of confusion before they refocus and blink I surprise as she finds my own barely two inches away.
We stare at each other for another moment before she swallows and pulls away, "Yes, we should." She states with a dry throat while stepping over to the lone entrance into the temple.
I walk up next to her as she examines the doorway, "Those are ruins are they not?"
She nods, "To ward off tainted magics. They deny access to it."
I frown, "They also are to contain, but we need to break them to get to the Eluvian."
She steps back with me and readies a spell, "Cover your eyes." She warns as she closes her own, turning her head away.
I barely raise my forearm over my own as a massive blast of searing heat and light slams into the doorway, shattering it and blasting the door off its hinges to fly into the next room.
"Brilliant work Sister." I congratulate.
She smirks, "You know how to flatter." and walks into the room, myself not far behind.
Alistair was pacing outside Erianne's tent, muttering small curses and words that made no sense to the rest of their group. With Erianne out of commission and Darien banished from the group, He was now their leader.
Wynne finally stops the madness, "We have to go Alistair, every moment we wait Erianne and these poor hunters are closer to joining their gods!"
Alistair stops to stare at her, blinking before returning to his pacing.
Wynne shakes her head at his childish nature and looks over to where Leliana huddles near Zathrian's Aravel, clutching that feather of hers and looking lost in thought. "Don't you thing we should get moving dear?"
Leliana twirls the feather in her hands before looking up at her, "Do you think I betrayed him?"
Wynne sighs as she knows who she speaks of, "I don't know dear, only he can answer that question."
"Oh." She goes back to examining her feather, leaving Wynne's question unanswered.
"I think we should get moving." She turns to find Zevran sitting on a nearby log and sharpening one of his shortswords, "I am becoming restless and feel obligated to stab something menacing... soon."
She eyes the former Antivan Crow wearily, "That's... wonderful." She looks at Sten next, who's doing the same thing, only with his Bastard sword.
He looks up at her, "We should get moving."
She smiles, "Yes, Alistair-" she turns back to find the troubled boy stalking off towards the forest all on his lonesome. "Oh by the Maker..." She starts off in a half-sprint, cursing her aching bones as she somehow catches up to him, "Alistair where are you going?"
He doesn't look at her, neither does he slow down as they near the edge of the Dalish camp, "I'm going to kill Witherfang."
Wynne catches his arm, "Wait a moment-!"
He stops and rips his barely healed sword arm out of her grasp, "WHY?"
She shakes her head at him and purses her lips, "You are acting like a child! Wait for a moment so the rest of us can join you!"
He eyes her critically before slumping over and sighing, "Fine."
She pats his shoulder, "Good, we'll find him and cure Erianne. She just wouldn't want you dying because you're impatient."
He stares at her, actually through her.
Wynne turns to see Zevran, Sten, and Barkspawn with Leliana close behind, still staring at her feather as she walks up.
"We'd better be off then, Erianne needs our help, an- and so do these elves!" Alistair declares hesitantly. He speaks to Leliana directly, "H-he would have wanted us to carry on, even though he betray-"
Wynne cuts him off, "Even though we went our separate ways, Darien wouldn't want you to be this lost dear."
Leliana looks up at Wynne and then at Alistair before quietly saying, "Ok, I'll do what I have to do."
Her face hardens and Zevran laughs, "It seems we are all in agreement then! Let us see how many cursed wolves we can take down before the moon rises!" He twirls his weapons with purpose, a light smirk across his face.
Wynne nods, "Yes, lets... go hunt down this wolf." She says hesitantly, unsure how she feels about all this. She looks down at Barkspawn and says, "Stay with her... boy... and keep her safe."
The Mabari Warhound whimpers for a moment before running off to his master's side.
Alistair draws his sword, pointing it at the forest, "Then lets go!"
"And they were off, a Qunari, ex-Templar, ex-Antivan Crow, a former lay sister, and a Circle Enchanter, all dedicated to the goal of finding and killing the cursed wolf named Witherfang who none of them had even seen before, or have any clue to where he could even be." Varric sighs and shakes his head.
"What is it Varric?" Cassandra asks impulsively.
He frowns, "I just don't understand how any of them could have found the Werewolve's lair let alone how to even navigate that dense forest!"
She raises an eyebrow at him, "Wouldn't Leliana have her skills in tracking down prey from her days as a Bard? And all of them are quite formidable on their own from what I've heard so far. It is not far-fetched that they could have stumbled across the Lair and cleared it out in time to save the Elves and Warden."
Varric laughs.
"What is it?" She frowns at him.
He smiles, "Aren't you supposed to be the one questioning the realism of my stories?"
She makes an agitated noise, "Aren't you supposed to be telling me about Darien and not his companions?"
He holds up his hands at her silent threat, "Now now Seeker, we have to know where everyone is or some parts later on won't make any kind of sense." He chuckles under his breathe as he finishes.
She narrows her eyes at him, but doesn't respond, so he just continues anyway.
Where are we? This isn't the Eluvian's cave... is it? Why was it sealed?
I have too many questions flying through my head as we move down the hallway, carefully disarming traps, both magical and physical, as we advance further into the temple.
"Brother."
I stop, eying the ground, the roof, the walls, looking for a trap of any kind. "What? Where do you see it?"
She looks at me strangely, "See what?"
I look directly at her and see something in her eyes... something unexpected. "Uh... traps?" I whisper to her, my eyes wide as I see that she's... smiling. Morrigan is smiling at me.
She laughs as quietly as she can, "Tis amazing don't you think?"
I watch her wave her hand around her.
"The history of this place, the marvelous mysteries hidden all within these walls... now open for the first time in centuries!" She sighs in contentment.
I smile at how good she's feeling, still surprised that not only was she purely happy, but that we had unsealed a place long forgotten. "This isn't what I was expecting."
She stops her examination of an untouched molding to look at me in question, "Oh? What did you expect brother?"
I shake my head, "Nothing like this."
Why was it sealed? Did Duncan somehow put those runes up? Or did Marethari come back herself with Merrill and seal it proper?
So many questions that just keep piling up, "We should find the Eluvian, I have questions I believe it might answer."
She laughs, "What questions could a cursed Mirror answer you?"
Ones related to the continuity of this universe.
"Something... odd. I've felt it since we arrived." I say instead, true, if not half-true since I have felt the taint, at least what I have assumed was the taint, emanating from further into the ruins ever since that seal broke.
She nods, her expression turning serious once more, "Yes, tis unsettling. I have felt it before when assisting Mother in recovering the Wardens, but it was never this strong."
I nod to her and step further down the hall and up to a double door, "I think this is it." I comment as I frown at the similar yet dissimilar architecture I recognize from the game.
I could have sworn there was another corridor. It's been over twenty years, I think I can simply doubt any knowledge of this place that I even remember from that long ago.
She nods, "Yes, indeed it is." She raises her hand with that spell again, "We must ready ourselves."
I step into my stance, hopping on the soles of my feet, ready to take on whatever was beyond that door. "Do it."
She blasts the doors open, breaking the last seal apart with a blinding light, opening up a direct path to our goal.
Alistair leads their group further into the forest, determination coursing through Sten's veins as the rest of them tentatively walk further down the worn path. Traversing past the corpses left in the wake of the werewolves. "I don't like this." Alistair mutters as he holds the hilt of his sword, nervous at the lack of wildlife in this area of the forest.
Moving further down the path and up through a broken treeline the group finds a waterfall cascading down into a shallow river below. Mist rolls over the stones at its base, making the wooden planks that the Elves built as a makeshift bridge barely noticeable.
"Stay alert." Sten warns once again, setting everyone's nerves on edge as they step over the planks.
No sound can reach them as the crashing of the waterfall masks three shadow's approach until it's too late.
Alistair's eyes widen as he steps onto a small island in the middle of the river and finds three massive beasts waiting for them. Immediately he goes for his sword and points it at them.
They howl and growl their displeasure just as the leader of their group, a light brown furred werewolf, speaks. "Hrrr. The watch-wolves have spoken truly, my brothers and sisters. Another pawn of the Dalish, come to put us in our place, come to make us pay for our attack." His voice is gruff and violent, yet his posture is calm and collected.
Alistair just stares in absolute surprise.
Wynne is the one to step forwards and speak, "You speak? I thought the werewolves were savage? The Keeper said as much." She wonders with apprehension, the air filled with tension.
The beast speaks again, his ears raises and eyes narrowed, claws at the ready, "We are beasts, but we are no longer simple and mindless." His words turn to a warning, "Let that thought chill your spine." He straightens his back, more civilized once again, breaking the tension a bit, "You speak to Swiftrunner. I lead my cursed brothers and sisters. Hrrrr. Turn back now! Go back to the Dalish and tell them that you have failed. Hrrr. Tell them we will gladly watch them suffer the same curse we have suffered for too long. We will watch them pay!" His companions nod their heads in agreement.
Leliana shakes her head in disbelief as Alistair's gaze hardens, "Get out of our way or we will be forced to attack!" He threatens, displaying his shield and sword in a defensive position. Sten follows suit and shakes his greatsword in the air.
Swiftrunner growls at them, bearing his long sharp teeth with his siblings, "Hrrr. Very well. I will not risk throwing my people at you like unthinking brutes." He drops into an attack stance and Alistair almost lunges on impulse. "Come brothers and sisters, let us retreat. The forest has eyes of its own," He pulls out of the stance, "and it will deal with intruders as it always has." He turn and bolts back through the mist, further into the brush with his brethren.
Alistair breathes a sigh of relief, "I didn't think that would work."
"I know that wolf." Zevran mutters as Swiftrunner runs off with his brethren.
Everyone turns to him in question.
He frowns deeply, "That wolf was the one that attacked Erianne!"
Alistair's eyes instantly go dark, "Why didn't you tell us!"
Leliana takes his arm, holding him back, "Alistair, calm down, this is not the time or the place!"
He yanks his arm out of her grip and stalks further into the forest, "We have to find Witherfang. Lets go."
Wynne and Leliana share a concerned look before joining Sten and Zevran as they chase after Alistair's shadow.
The massive wooden doors swing open, nearly breaking their rusted hinges as they settle on either side of the opening. The dust settles around us as Sister and I step forwards into the chamber to reveal a horrific sight.
"Oh by the Creators." I hold my arm to my face, wincing as I nearly gag at the stench rising off the rotten corpse of the Bearskarn Mahariel and Tamlen slaughtered not one month before. The sharp white bones of the mostly decayed corpse showing through the blackened flesh not yet eaten away by the maggots that inhabit the massive creature.
"Oh... tis disgusting!" Morrigan bites her lips tightly together, trying to hold in the bile that's no doubt building in the back of her throat.
Yep, it has definitely been a month.
"Step towards the Mirror."
I shudder as I step around the remains of the horrid beast and up to the shards of the tainted Eluvian. "Where are you Darien?" I ask openly.
"What are you do-" Morrigan gasps and runs up to the shattered mirror, "No it cannot be!" She falls to her knees and reaches for the shards.
"No don't touch them!" We jump as Darien's voice, stepping back as the wisps of his spiritual energy bled into this realm, forming a cloud of light that collapses a moment later into the real Darien, clothed in Dalish armor, short well kept hair, piercing bright eyes, and his Dar'Misu and Dar'Missan on his back, but ready for any danger the hunter may pass, "Greetings Dylan. Glad we could finally meet outside of the Beyond."
I look over to where Sister stands and see her absolute astonishment and confusion as she gawks at the spirit before her, "What are you? Who do you speak of?" She demands only a second later.
Darien sighs and looks directly at me, folding his arms, "You didn't tell her?"
She looks at me in question.
I fidget under her gaze, "I... am not Darien." Her face shifts into confusion again as I continue. "I was... trapped in his body-"
Darien, of course, cuts me off, "I made a deal, a fare deal with a spirit in the Beyond, and will be rewarded accordingly when my time comes." He smiles and waves a hand to us in geasture, "Greetings Morrigan, I am Darien."
I can actually see Morrigan's brain starting to crack as she whips her head back and forth between us, her face set in a fierce scowl, "What trickery is this?! Darien what is this... spirit saying? What does it mean?"
I sigh, already exhausted by the next conversation. I walk right up to Darien and stand next to him, the Eluvian behind us, "We are the same person, only his spirit used to be in his body... before I came along."
Darien nods, "I made a deal and was ripped from my body to allow the Drifter to reenter this world.
She shakes her head, "The Drifter? I have never heard of such a thing, Darien, what do you mean?"
Both of us speak, "What it is-" "Who he is-" Before groaning at the same time.
Darien speaks first, "I am Darien."
"I am Dylan." I say with apprehension. "I- I apologize for the deception Sister, but even I thought I was Darien for a while, all his memories..." I shake my head.
She stares at me in shock, unmoving for a moment of silence before finally speaking, "T'was it ever just you Brother? Did our late night talks while mother slept mean nothing?" She stares at me with a lost expression.
I close my eyes and breathe in some of my resolve, "I cherish the nights we spoke Sister."
She looks hesitant.
"It was not his choice!" We both look at Darien as he frowns at us both. "Pause and I made our own deal that involved the Drifter from legend." He looks at me sadly, "Neither of us gave you a choice, and I am sorry."
I shake my head, "I never blamed you. Even if I never knew about you; I had my suspicions."
"Suspicions? And you did not think to tell Mother or me of your possible possession?" Morrigan accuses angrily, her face contorted in disgust, but her eyes display betrayal.
"Sister..." I breathe, my lower lip quivering at how much she's hurting, "I had no reason to suspect-"
She stops me, waving her hand at me in fury, "No! You suspected you were not alone within your own head! What was I to you? A creature for you to study and experiment on? What are you? Who dwells within the body of the man I call my Brother!"
I wince at her harsh words, "I-" I hold back my tears, the pain in my chest.
I deserve every harsh word, every scolding.
"I am Dylan, my name is Dylan."
She stares at me.
I stand up straight as I find my resolve, "And I was a warrior, a shadow in the night that hid within the dark corners of man's hearts and killed those that wished to do harm to others. I was a- I was a man, human, that fought on worlds where the demons stood where my allies were once known. I fought horrid creatures, abomination that destroyed entire civilizations before I even existed." I take in a deep breathe as my heart starts cracking at the memories I've ignored for years spill through. "I was a man who wished to change the world. To change the galaxy." I smile. "I loved, and lost, and lived..." my face hardens as I refocus on her, "and died."
She blinks at me and I can see the absolute confusion written across her features. "Brother..." She breathes.
"I could have known-" I shake my head with uncertainty, "I am not from Thedas that much I know." I finally fall to my knees, the weight of my past lives pulling me into a pit I had avoided like the Blight itself for decades. "I don't know what happened to my family, but what happened to me? I became who I despised and liked it. There was so much I could of-" I sigh as I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"There are many things I have come to know as the truth,"
I look up to see Morrigan, Sister, there looking directly into my eyes with a strangely distant look.
"I have regretted, lost, gained, and lived for a short time, 'twas never a thought in my mind that told me of your betrayal when mother first brought you to the hut." I shake my head and she shakes my shoulder to refocus me, "I do not know the worlds that you have traveled, nor do I understand what you are now, but I will help you, Brother, for you have helped me oft in my pursuits."
I can't say anything more but, "Thank you." As I sit there, tears in my eyes, more vulnerable than ever before, with my adopted sister's hand on my shoulder.
"Alistair, I think we should go this way."
Alistair groans, "You've said that eight times Leliana."
She nods with determination down a path to their right that ran under a fallen tree, "Yes and I was right every time, now walk."
He sighs and directs the party to follow Leliana, she definitely had a point.
"What is that?" Wynne asks out of the air as they come across a strange looking fallen tree with shimmering blue bark nearly falling off its trunk.
Zevran rubs his chin for a moment before his memory strikes him, "Oh! I think that is the bark, what did he call it...? Ah yes! Ironbark! That Dalish crafter, Varathorn want us to gather some for him."
They stare at the strange tree for another moment before Leliana says, "Well, lets fill a pack for him." She goes to peel some off of the tree trunk.
"Ah ah ah! He also said to only gather the bark that had fallen off the tree from age." Zevran adds.
Alistair groans, "Is this really necessary? Erianne could die any moment and you want to gather bark?"
Wynne nods, "It will help the Elves, isn't that what we're here for? To help the Elves to they pledge their support to the Wardens?"
Alistair sighs as he almost forgot about the Blight completely before she stated that. "Thanks, I really needed that reminder." he says sarcastically.
Wynne purses her lips and watches Alistair as he goes to collect some bark over by a patch of deathroot. "That boy is like a lost puppy without Erianne." She shakes her head and goes to help the others with their small side mission.
"Well, now that we got that out of the way..." Darien states as Morrigan helps me to my feet, now only tentatively trusting of who, or what I am. He looks at me seriously, "I brought you here because you have two choices."
I nod to the ghostly spirit and listen intently for anything that could help me better understand why I was here.
He raises a finger, "One, you loose all your ability and knowledge of Bloodmagic, along with any future ability to learn the foul magic, but you retain your normal magical tendencies as a Fademage."
"What?" I ask on impulse.
He Ignores me with a frown as he raises another finger, "Or two where you keep everything about Bloodmagic with every ability you gained so far in your travels, but lose all connection to the Fade, you won't become tranquil, but you won't be able to cast any spell outside of Bloodmagic ever again."
I shake my head, "Why do I have to choose?"
He huffs, "Pause already explained this to you, and so have I. A Bloodmage cannot have control over the Fade. They counter each-others purpose! It breaks the basic laws of magic Dylan!"
I wince at his scolding before looking at him with a question, he allows it, "How could I use my Fademagic from tearing the Veil with Bloodmagic then? If it's impossible?"
He looks at me before sighing, "Honestly I don't know, Pause is giving this ultimatum, not me. He can't physically exit the Fade like I can, and even it doesn't know how, completely."
"Really?" I ask skeptically.
He nods, "The best way Pause could describe it is that the same rules don't apply to Drifters as they do to the rest of mortal-kind."
Morrigan speaks up at this moment, "What is a Drifter then? I am still confused as to what that even means."
I nod in agreement and look to Darien for answers.
"I have no answers for that, Pause would know."
I sigh, "Great."
"And t'would be prevalent if someone could explain what this 'Pause' is truly?" Morrigan argues rightfully.
This must be all completely mind-boggling for her.
I look to Darien to explain this one and he groan quietly at all the questions, looking a bit agitated, "Pause is an Ancient Spirit, older then even Arlathan. At least that is what it claims."
"It's a demon Sister." I clarify.
Darien glares at me, "No it is not! It does not want what other spirits wish upon mortals! It makes deals and holds you to them! It does not use trickery!"
I step back at the ferocity of his statement, "Sorry, I... am just mistaken, it looks-"
"Like you would expect a spirit to look. We perceive the Beyond differently, and each Spirit there reflects our own ideals and opinions perfectly. If you expect a Spirit to be a Demon, then that is what you will get." Darien takes a breath as a wave of magical energy flows from the shards of the Eluvian, "but that is enough debate, Pause is becoming impatient." He calms down, "What do you choose?"
I look at him, then at Morrigan and she shrugs while shaking her head with surprise, "I have no further clues to better understand this then you do."
I look back to Darien. "So either I become 'normal' and keep what I know about Bloodmagic, or lose any hope of me every using or knowing it again and stay magically inclined?"
"With the FULL knowledge and abilities of the Fademage. However, like before, you will need to seek out a mentor to help finish your training in your pursuit." He clarifies.
I bare my teeth angrily, "I am not going to waste my time with Flemeth." I speak with absolute finality.
"Asha'bellanar is not the only being in Thedas that is adept in the studies of the Beyond. I can point you to others that you might approach for the training you seek." Darien seems... amused for some reason.
I am about to speak up when Morrigan does, "How can he use his Fademagic if he cannot access the Fade? He is disconnected is he not?"
I nod to her in thanks and look at Darien for answers.
I hadn't even thought about that.
He inclines his head to us, "When I return to the Beyond for the last time, I will leave the door unlocked, connecting my body to the Fade for the first true time." I look at him in surprise. "Yes, every time you used magic you were doing so through me. I helped you throughout the years fight with power I could not even dream of, or perhaps I could if I was still alive." His spectral smile unsettles me. "None the less, you will be able to not only become a true Fademage for the first time, but suffer the drawbacks that being directly connected to the Beyond has on a mage's mind."
I swallow, "Demons."
"And Spirits, you have already shown quite the affinity to Pause and myself, perhaps another will come to your aid in the future." He leans against the frame of the Eluvian in boredom from our lengthy conversation.
Do I trust Darien?
I scoff.
Do I trust Pause?
I think it all through, making sure that I don't screw up an opportunity of a lifetime.
No, no I don't, but I have to choose. Bloodmagic or Fademagic, Blood or Fade. Red or Green... Fuck it, I can't go against my base instinct now.
I look to Sister and she nod to me, sensing my choice. "Alright."
Darien, sensing my decision, pushes off the Eluvian and stands among its' shards.
Taking in a deep breath, I steel myself and make my choice, "I wish to be a-"
A/N CLIFFHANGER! Not really, since he's already chosen his path. :p
Everyone have a great Memorial day if you're in the US, everyone else keep a thought in your heads that I'm not stopping this pace any time soon. ;) I'm officially here for the long run! (at least until college starts back up)
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