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Post by kriggud on May 23, 2008 18:26:07 GMT -5
I have journeyed far across the kingdom of Dominion, and have seen much and more of its wonders, and its shames. I have searched for my meaning, my purpose, but all I have found is death and sorrow. At night, when I lay beneath the stars, I see the faces of the men I have killed, their eyes empty, shrouded pools. I see the faces of the men who slaughtered my village, the faces of them people who I slaughtered in my madness, and all those since. But the face that haunts me the most is one that is not yet dead, that of the woman I once loved.
I found peace and happiness for a time in her arms, found that my inhuman rage and bloodlust could be calmed. Her name was Mehran, at least when I knew her. Our life was not what one would call quiet, for we fought as often as we laughed, but when I was with her, she made me believe that I could change. I believed that I had found the one who would make me whole, but the sweet taste of joy turned to ashes in my mouth. Her love for me was a lie, all her advances simply a device used to betray me.
She sold me to the slavers, laughed as she did it, and then carried on her life as normal. and she continues to look at me in my dreams with that smirk, that infuriating, wonderful smile. But when I wake, her face vanishes. And I rise and continue on my seemingly endless journey. Maybe someday I can find that happiness again. However for now, I walk this earth with only my rage to keep me warm, and the victims of my sword to feed my belly.
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