"She made it sound so easy forgive yourself, remember the fallen and release the pain... yet perhaps it is just that simple" Landrian mused as he walked to the Inn and the bed he so desperatly needed.
"One preistess speaks a few kind words and you think your sins are absolved" Whispered a voice.
"No but it is a start" Landrian whispered back.
"What was i you said to her about not haveing the light without darkness, and how did she respond she laughed at you the desperate view of a fool clinging on to something that justifies his mistakes" The voice cakled.
"You are just a voice born of my greif and brought on by my own fear" Landrian shouted his voice echoing around him.
" And your heart has grown so cold over the years... yet you find yourself being burned alive by your own rage.. give into those flames..let us be one again" The voice sounded calm and inviting drawing him in and refusing to let go.
"You go about numb and hiding, you dont fufill your potential all that rage, all that blood lust wasted on a order that doesn't know how to use it, You are a live but you do not live" the voice was all around Landrian and he could feel himself slipping into its grasp.
"No i dont live... but i survive" Landrian yelled forcing himself to awaken with a jolt.
"Perhaps i will find a way to cope with these pain without the need of this but that time is not now" Landrian grumbled reaching for his flask.
something short because i found myself bored and had the urge to write
