A heavy sorrow lays upon me, as if it is etched upon my soul. I stand here, upon the cold and barren rock, in this vast wasteland. There is nobody. There is nothing. And I am alone.
I have no idea how long I have been here. There is a slight crack in the cliff behind me. Almost every moment of my day I seek to expand it, make it into a home. But do I really have a choice. Regardless, the work has made time an incomprehensible meaningless notion. But today I felt a cool chill sweep across the arid landscape, and I had to feel it upon my skin.
What I see is nothing new. An endless expanse. I had to choose this spot, because they don't show up here as often. When they do, it is a stray. Wandering away from it's master. They are plentiful since the massacres. The horrid magic which caused all the death, also brings upon undeath. Ripping their souls from the peace of their afterlife, and locking them in a wretched version of their former selves.
I suppose I must remind myself that I escaped, and that is what matters. For now though, I have had a long enough rest. My home must be made impenetrable.
I have no idea how long I have been here. There is a slight crack in the cliff behind me. Almost every moment of my day I seek to expand it, make it into a home. But do I really have a choice. Regardless, the work has made time an incomprehensible meaningless notion. But today I felt a cool chill sweep across the arid landscape, and I had to feel it upon my skin.
What I see is nothing new. An endless expanse. I had to choose this spot, because they don't show up here as often. When they do, it is a stray. Wandering away from it's master. They are plentiful since the massacres. The horrid magic which caused all the death, also brings upon undeath. Ripping their souls from the peace of their afterlife, and locking them in a wretched version of their former selves.
I suppose I must remind myself that I escaped, and that is what matters. For now though, I have had a long enough rest. My home must be made impenetrable.
