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When the Black God had first made his offer he was surprised. The god of death had offered him the chance to see what he had done in the world. The stormwing knew what he wanted to see when he looked, he wanted to see the traitor Salmalin dead, killed by another mage, and Veralidaine killed by the many Immortals that haunted the woods. He wanted to see Tortall ruined, hundreds, no thousands killed by the creatures his mistress had sent upon them.
The once man looked up the the cowled man beside him "How long?" his voice croaks out. The god answers in something beyond words, ten years. Ten years since the mages, and stormwings brought about his downfall. Draper had wanted to come back and he had agreed, when he saw his young companion he had used her without thinking that behind the shy common girl with no family to claim her there was a savage animal, many, with the power of the hag seeking out revenge for a man she loved.
Now his nephew was on the the throne, governing over nobles that add been loyal to him, not this youth, him. But, with a smug thought, he had married Kalasin, a Tortallan princess, that he had planned.
Pawns; that is what they all had been, people whose lives he could control, destroy in an instant. Slowly one by one his pawns had been lost to him. Many were killed, some he had he could use. He was wrong.
The scene changed again, this time to a summer clearing, this is what the Black God had wanted him to see. Veralidaine snuggled up to Numair as he leaned against a tree, a wedding ring on both their hands. Their daughter played with the dragonet Skysong. The mage shifted is hand to his wife's large stomach and whispered in her ear, she giggled.
The vision widened and the Emperor saw other people in the clearing. There were quite a few, interacting with each other like a large family, smiling, laughing, hugging and occasionally stealing each others food. Ozorne could name many of them and every person he recognized the more rage grew inside of him.
King Jonathan and Queen Thayet the peerless, his sworn enemies were both healthy and happy parents with a grand-daughter on the way. A young man who looked like a prince had a firm arm around a small Yamani, just showing the signs of pregnancy.
Lindhall Reed, his former teacher, a man he had trusted. He had left the minute he could and had his arm around a small woman, Kuri Reed, a voice said.
Both Gareths were there and Cythera was there, both happy, celebrating the end of the war like the rest of them.
The worst part of all was this sight. The fact that he had held no significant importance, he was the past. Something in the history books the pages learned in. Within a few years, the realm had recovered from his wrath. Life had gone on with out him the traitor was safe, at home, with a growing family, as was the wildmage safe in his arms.
There we go my first character. Now tell me what you think.
