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You know why Tune," Veidra coldly said as she walked across the room to where the lightning had blackened the cottage floor. "You know very well that I had a life-debt to pay and now, with having saved your traitorous hide, I consider it paid in full." Tune couldn't believe what he had just heard, his sister, his comrade, the one who he had fought side-by-side with in the last great Divinity war had just called him a traitor. She had, with apparent ease, done what countless others have tried and failed to do in the past, strike a mortal blow, one that cut across his very core. He stood there staring at her like a moonstruck fool, not wanting

The storm sang to her, sang to the very fiber of her being, surrounded her body in a cocoon of majestic sound that reverberated through her soul. She danced under the cloud-blackened sky singing out her joy, and was thrilled when the sky answered her praise with one of its own. The air thrummed with its answer, with its power, it whisked her up as though it were a tidal wave and dashed her against the rocky shore of desire. It was love. It was anguish. It was magnificent. She reached for the sky, extending her arms to their limits and the response was immediate. The warriors hurled their spears of light over and over again, they lanced across

She was half way across the street and completely oblivious to the stealthy team. I had the perfect vantage point and saw it all, but could do nothing about it. Before I could even begin to formulate a plan of attack an explosion rocked me from my feet, smoke and debris clogged the air, thick like a cloud, all wreathed in flame as the fire fed off of my rented home. Forms moved in through the dust, shadows coloured red and orange. I heard one of them yell that I was last seen on the balcony, another screamed in pain as Henry found him. I could see a flurry of activity, though, very blurred. One of them raised his gun and fired, point blank, a

Blood boils through me washing my body in red, my mind has gone dark all that is left now is pain, hacking and slashing streamers of flesh raining down rusted sword in hand, here for all time I reside in my darkened battlefield

How many times have we been here, to this cold and lonely place, where my mind wanders the empty halls, in this great big waste of space. I remember there used to be a bench, a solid stone friend upon which I would sit, I would rest my weary back against his cool frame, but where he used to be is now only a blackened pit. And there in that corner covered in shadow, sat a grandfather clock counting away time, my reflection shining in his old golden face, now in all this stillness I miss his comforting chime. This place holds nothing for me now, all of my old friends gone and dead, burnt for my sins, an offering for power, ancien

The blood gushes forth, moistening my lips, so sweet Sending a shudder, everywhere through my body The feel of your pulse, slowing down beneath my hand I enjoyed our time, you were aged so perfectly, but now your cold and bitter

As the Gods' fading power Is delicate like a petal on a flower Disappears during this fateful hour And we all hold our breath To listen to the song of time And to hear its stilling chime Is a mountain no one is willing to climb Until they travel the ways of death Sleep is all we have now And to the night our souls bow Till the sun shines upon our brow Sleep is all we have now Darkness has come now to surround To find the flickering light that must be found To be crushed, squashed, flattened and bound Starlight save us, for we shall not bend Chains and shackles are what we wear It is the world now that we must bear Upon our s