remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The monolith could remember a time where Kiada represented fire. Flames along her spine, intermingled with emotions, the bristling accord of munitions and malice, promise and prowess. Elements of her preference, of her temperament, of her character; bewildering, smoldering designs of capability after capability – And then she succumbed to them.
Whether it was irony, coincidental, or mere misfortune, he didn’t comment. He didn’t ask. He didn’t linger in the multitudes of harsh finality. But it had coiled against him, there, as he drew back the bowstring again, permitted the arrow to fly, fly, fly, whisk away in the breadth of winter air and rock walls. None of them were the same any longer. And perhaps that she was here, living, was enough.
The weapon resounded near its brethren, cold and calculated, and he stepped back again, resumed a less formidable stance, head inclining in her direction. “Yes.” Amulets aplenty, found nearly everywhere, in one measure or another, he could've had some semblance of a hoard, a collection – they’d had similar bouts when Remi had created and contorted some. “I can make one to store and use magic, but only once.” A fierce, ferocious, abrupt demonstration of his power – in whatever way she yearned to utilize and compose. “Which do you want?” The range was vast; from water to flames to creation to life drain, to the flow and flicker of air and earth.
out for vengeance
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