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--=Yavan and Rina=--

Without the injured Calliste to slow them down, Yavan and Rina made good time in their journey to the cemetery. They saw their destination long before they arrived, a twinkling series of lights glimpsed between the trees. Upon reaching the edge of the clearing dominated by the graveyard, the pair stop short. The buildings and wall surrounding the lichyard glimmer with thousands of small, pale lights. While not doing a great deal to light the surroundings, the lights give the place a peaceful yet almost fae feeling. So unexpected was the sight of the fairy lights, it took the pair a moment to notice the normal yellow candlelight leaking from the windows.

--=Calliste=--
Calliste limped through the woods that, away from the lights of town and alone, seemed darker then she had ever noticed. The light of her lantern threw mysterious shadows and the silence around her was ominous in its totality. It was with much relief that she caught site of the village in the distance.

Creeping closer, the young actor found the entire village had turned out into the winter night and were milling around in confusion in the square before the courtyard. Some yelled at each others, others gathered into small groups to whisper, and some simply held loved ones close and gazed at the temple.

Looking at the temple herself, Calliste noticed the destruction that had been visited upon it. The walls still stood unharmed, but doors and windows that had adorned the portals within had disappeared. The roof had been blown off, half landing on the ground next to the building and half falling back within. It was clear that the explosion they noticed had caused it.
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His heart thunders like cavalry charging the line. The demon awakens a primal fear his blood. It is a chilly terror that ices his blood, harkening back to the world’s infancy when demons hunted the fey as men do elk. He runs as his ancestors once did, his heart full of fear. There is no escape for a foe such as this one. It will sniff out their flesh no matter where in the village they might hide, and flight into the mountains is as sure a death as standing still. So he and Rina fly on, making for the old priest’s manse, their breath ragged and strained.

Yavan has banked his life and the lives of his companions on a fool’s bet that he can outsmart a monster. He does not like his odds.

His pace slows and the stops as they approach the lichyard. Motes of light coalesce into floating spheres that bob and shimmer, casting their faint glow about the noiseless yard. Out of breath though he is, his chest still catches as he stares, eyes wide. Rina slides to a halt a dozen paces ahead, her head whipping back over her shoulder to look at the elf.

“What is it?” Rina asks. Her eyes are wild and full of fire.
“It reminds me of home.”

“You can gape later. Get inside.”

Yavan nods and follows as Rina shoulders her way through the door.
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Entering the graveyard chapal the pair of bards find the place well lit with dozens of candles. Dozens hung from the ceiling and more lined the walls on small tables, bathing all in a silent dancing golden light. The sense of peace they had felt outside surrounded them with more intensity. The polished floor reflected the light in muted form and not a trace of the dust that plagued the building on their previous visit could be seen.

Searching from room to room the duo finally someone in what seemed to be a private study. The figure is a youthful male, no more then fifteen winters of age if they were any judge. His hair hung past shoulders to be in a lustourous black wave, the ends tied into knots around small pieces of what looked to be bone. On several of his fingers were rings of silver, tarnished almost enough to be black and his clothing were threadbare, dirty robes that once may have been black. On the backs of his hands and his neck the edges of an intricate layout of tattoos can be seen.

It was without a doubt, a young version of the crazy old man who had faced the demonchild while they made an escape. Looking at the pair with burning eyes, he smiles with teeth perfect and white.

"Come in my friends, we have not much time."
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"Yes, each day our youth slips away, does it not?"

How she knows that this is indeed the same man who had only minutes before been both ancient and naked is impossible to say, yet she knows it with certainty. Somehow here he was, as he must have appeared in his youth. The shock of it is much diminished by the fantastical precedents that have been set already this night, allowing this seeming miracle to install some small measure of jealousy in the acrobat. The fragility of the mortal shell, the rapid decay of aging, the finality of death - these were things she had debated often with Yavan, things that Karthes had mockingly offered to shield her from.

She pulls her hair back from her face, only a little flushed from their run, and takes a deep breath. Almost, she smiles - women will take time for their petty angers though doom is upon them. Memory of what pursues them makes her grim instead.

"What must we do?"
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Unread 25th of September, 2009, 12:35
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The priest's gaze flicked behind Rina and Yavan, as if expecting someone else to step through the door behind them, before returning, his eyes unreadable.

"Yes. I need to explain some things, quickly. The souls of those poor victims who were sacrificed to the dark power that abounds this town, do not pass on to the afterlife. They are trapped here where the dark power can feed upon their suffering and maintain his influence.

"Janice is the keystone of its power. She was the first sacrifice and upon her suffering was all else built. The creature is bonded with her and finds great amusement in tormenting its thralls by spending the warmer months within her form. She has been suffering that fate for far too long."

The cracking teenage voice of the old-man turned young fell silent and his eyes unfocused, lost in memories for a moment. As the silence became uncomfortable, he roused himself.

"But there is hope. As the dark power is bonded with her, she is bonded with it. I awoke her spirit in the temple - at a cost too terrible to tell - and she now breaks free of the slumber that blinded her. The dark power can't be destroyed, but it can be banished from this place. If Janice were to be made to remember, if she were be reminded of who she was, if she could be inspired to struggle free, the fabric of magic that holds the dark power here would tear and it would be drawn back beyond this world.

"And we, I, this village, would be free."
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It sounded to her as if the priest was saying that the girl's body was as much a prison as a vessel, that the demon was - by association - affected by the girl it had taken over. If that was so, maybe if the girl had resisted originally this situation might never have been. Yet in her heart, Rina knows it would not have mattered. Mortals were all subject to lure of darkness, and even had Janice held firm some other would succumb. It was inevitable.

Mayhap this quest was doomed from the start, given the frailty of humans. Yet even that grim thought was not enough to turn her mind from the task. It was better to try and fail than to give in.

"This is what we seek. How can she be made to remember?"
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Unread 17th of October, 2009, 19:20
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"I don't know," the oldman-young sighed. "Even after everything there is so much yet to do, and my time grows short."

As they gazed on the priest, his figure blurred and began to leak colour, turning into an indistinct image of grays. He voice came and went at the edge of hearing, echoing from a great distance.

"The last of my strength .... I gathered some items that once belonged to Janice," the figure shifted, movement that may have been a gesture. "I don't know if they will help, but ..."

The blurred grey image began to fade as if fog under the morning sun, until at the last they heard him whisper.

"After all this time. I'm here."

Then he was gone.
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The old priest burns away, slipping into the aether to become one with his god. Yavan envies him. He will not need to fear the torment of the demon witch. His flesh will not be rended. His blood will not serve as wine to slake her terrible thirst. His soul will not be feasted upon for all eternity. No, it is the priest that passes on the burden of salvation to a trio of musicians and ne’er-do-wells. A bitter smile touches the elf’s lips as he appreciates the irony.

To save this town is to damn it to winter’s frigid grasp. So many will die when the howling wind and snow sweeps over the thatched roofs. To free the little girl is to slay her. Even if her mind and body could survive the process, she could not live with the memory of the innumerable sins committed by vile overlord. Yavan’s brows knit together. If this little girl, Janice, was the first then how did she live among the residents of this village?

“It would appear it falls to us to save the day once more. The gods’ sense of humor is ever cruel,” he says. “Well, then if we are to play the part of heroes let us play it to the hilt. We shall spit in death’s eye and call her for the artless, pox-ridden harlot that she is. Come! Let us see what arms this priest has left us.”
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Unread 28th of October, 2009, 00:45
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Rina's eyes follow the young ancient priest as he blurs into nothingness, her mind awash with emotions. More than ever she wants to free the town from this dreadful curse, no matter the consequence. Yavan, it seems, is for once of a mind with her.

"Weapons? What woman was ever inspired by steel? Yavan, your music can save her."
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Examining the collection of items prepared by the priest, Yavan and Rina discover it to be a random array of ancient items. A precious porcelain doll from which the hair long ago rotted. A small collection of hairpins adorned with small, but expensive looking gems. A hair brush that remains more intact then its age should warrant. A small book festered with mould.

Cracking open expensive paper, rather than parchment, pages, the due find that most of the writings are lost to water damage and an odd greenish-black fungus that has made the book its home. After a few second of searching they come across a fragment of writing.
" […] and Mama are fighting again. I didn’t mean to spill [.…] […] […] […] work and now he is says I shouldn’t [………..] […] [….] […] said it was good for me and Pa said it was unladylike. […] [….] [….] […] […] to write.”
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Handling the diary with the utmost care, Rina selects a spot with good lighting and settles down to read what she can. Perhaps there was something here they might use when Janice finally caught up with them.
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The dairy contains much of a child's cares. Concern about the imaginary adventures of a doll. Sorry at the unfairness of being denied a new dress. Delight at having received some new hair pins. Outrage as a rival gained some imagined advantage over her. Leafing through the pages as rapidly as she could, Rina gained an understanding of the thoughts, hope, worries and dreams that made her what she was.
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Trust to the words of the past, scrawled carelessly across the worn parchment. But there are no arcane sigils here. There are no binding rites for the possession and confinement of the demonic spirit. There are only the mundane thoughts of a surprisingly literate child. This time there will be no divine intervention. This time there is nothing to spare their lives, and souls, from destruction.

It chills him; not the thought of death but the thought of nothing. Elves spend their entire lives waiting to draw their last moment. The shorter-lived races can feel Her breath on their neck at each turn, but it is the elves and their centuries of life that leave them long in the dark, waiting for Her to come gently rapping at their door. Their longevity is as much a curse as it is a blessing. For each year they have to walk on the earth is another year to wait and wonder and ask themselves when She will come for them. And with every life cut short, each missing year is all the more tragic for there was still so much left to be done.

Their view of death is not as a menacing skeleton robed black and galloping on a fiery steed. It is instead as a somber grandmother. Her work is not a joyous, snuffing out the fires of life here and there, but it is one that has to be done. And much like a kindly, but stern grandmother, when her mind is set there is no use in arguing. It is like raging against the tempest that howls around you—for what good is it for a single voice to shout in protest against the storm? All one can do is bow one’s head and capitulate.

But after the heart stops and the body grows cold, there is another life for those that are judged worthy. For when their mortal remains are returned to the earth, the spirit is set free of its fleshy shackles and allowed to soar upward on the currents of the wind. Through the ether their essence races, spiraling higher and higher until they reach such heights that even birds shall not tread. They stop not at the clouds, but rise up until there is nothing but them and the sun that remains. It is there, in the face of the warmth and the wrath, that their sorrows are burned from their souls in an empyrean ceremony. This is not without pain for the bearing of melancholy and woe taints the soul for every year that they are born. And it is here that the wicked are consumed in divine fire and sent back down into the world, purified, to live among the simpler creatures to learn humility. But for the worthy when they awake next, the Seralfar have come to shepherd them into the Neverafter.

Yet if his spirit was devoured by this demon-child then there would be nothing for him once his blood finished cascading onto the slate floor of this ruined temple. He would not know the grace of the quiet dells where the musicians, poets, and writers among the dead were able to compose and revel in their art in peace. The eternal halls of his people would not know his songs. He would not be able to redeem the faith placed in him by his parents. Yavan would slip into oblivion, his very being screaming in protest as it was masticated and consumed. There would be naught but the void for this son of the earth. He shivers.

“Rina,” he says. “What will we do?”

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Unread 19th of December, 2009, 06:33
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What indeed?

Rina considers beneath the shivery thrill of sand whispering through the hourglass. Already she fancies she can hear the weighty-patter of child-demon footsteps approaching, crushing life from the village with each tread. They had little resource to combat such a foe, the priest's final contribution seeming meager indeed.

Yet his words had given her a glimmer of hope, and hope was all the sustenance a bright soul needed. For as Janice was now the demon, the demon was now Janice as well - and, in that case, perhaps infused with mortality. Standing up from the table, she heads for the fireplace and busies herself kindling a crackling blaze.

"As he says, we must make her remember."

The heat washes into her and she luxuriates in the glow. Fire was life, and in this desolate place and this grim hour, she can think of no better companion to have at their side.

"Right now the child is a demon. We must needs see if the demon can be made a child once again."
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They could tell when the creature stepped within the building. A subconscious thrill of fear rose from the ground to dance through bone and sinew. The air seemed chiller, the capering fire in the hearth seemed dimmer and their hopes seemed more foolish than ever before.

Despair rolled before the creature like a clarion, announcing its presence to all who had the wit the feel, emotions so powerful they were robbed off all effect. Rina and Yavan exchanged glances, they had faced the demon already, seen its true face and survived. The deceptive, miasmatic shadow it cast held no power over them.

The minutes ticked past, marked by the tidal rise and fall of the bleak haze as the demon searched the building. Yavan heard it first, the sound of flesh slapping against stone. Small childlike footsteps making their way from room to room, drawing louder and nearer until it seemed it but moments away from bursting in on them, only to turn aside.

The pair exchanged another glance, and an anxious amusement arose. The graveyard building was not so large that it should take long to search, the creature was making a blatant attempt to unsettle them.

When the fell power inhabiting Janice did arrive, it was an anticlimax after the long buildup. The demon had changed since they last saw it. It still drew itself upon the ground in a disconcertingly jerking manner that seemed an alien creature wearing a form that ill-suited it, and it still carried the powerful aura that drew their breath from their lungs in shock, but where once was pallid flesh, pink skin peeked through. Black hair now held overtones of the brown it Yavan had beheld when he first seen her. Eyes once white, now were green and unfocused.

The childemon contorted itself into an impossible twist of joints, limbs and hair, rising to stand before them.

“This village is mine,” it grated at them with a slobbering powerful voice that no mortal could copy. In the echo of the words the Yavan and Rina could hear the howl of wolves. “I will consume it until I am sated. I will consume you until I am sated. I will consume all I see. My last foe is defeated. Who dares stand before a god? Beg it of me and I will grant you the kiss that will consume your soul..”
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"Janice."

A word, that is all, but a word that represented not a sound, not a thing, but a person. A life. A soul. The thing would have them believe it's invincibility, but Rina can see the chinks in the armor. It was not all powerful. She stands and moves to the fire, the heat warming her. Without preamble, she raises the diary and reads aloud.

"'My name day is here - a day for Janice! Mom and Dad have given me a set of hair pins. They look so beautiful, with the ivory and silver and gems. I will wear them only on the most special days, like today.'"

Rina looks up at the creature, reassured by Yavan at her side.

"Do you remember that day? What became of that gift, I wonder?"
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For a moment it seemed as if Janice's green eyes focused on Rina, then it was gone and the creature hissed diseased breath at the bard. She raised arms twisted against their nature above her head and heaved forth words formed from stone crashing upon stone.

"Do not seek to stay me with nonsense riddles. I am the Light that held back The Darkness. I gave life to this world! Glimpse what has been denied you."

With the creatures words a glacial spike shot through Rina's blood, a primeval ancient cold of which all winters are but a distant echo. Breath froze in the air as it passed the bard's lips, ice crystals hung heavy in her eyelashes and her hands became numb as they grasped at the ancient tome.

"Beg it of me and I will grant you the embrace that will shatter your mind."

The howl of wolves no longer echoed in the creature’s voice, taking a life of their own and continuing once the words fell silent, carried to Rina and Yavan from the forest outside the cemetery. From all sides and getting closer.
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For a few moments, Rina knows the vastness and hopelessness of a frozen hell, a place where a human life was less than nothing, a human soul a mere morsel for the dark demons that inhabited it. So small, so insignificant, so helpless. It freezes her to the core and her body grows numb to the world around her.

Ironically, it is the howl of wolves that rouses her, the sound a trigger for a shared history that stretched back through the ages of the world. Her world. It is then that she feels the barest finger of warmth from the blaze at her back, reminding her of life.

With an effort, she slides one hand from beneath the book, opens it, holds it forth. On her palm the jewels glitter redly on the delicate ivory handles of the matched hair pins. She feels her strength returning with her emotion, and she fans those flames brighter, finding her voice at last.

"Do you recall them now? Do you remember how they made you feel that day, and on the days after when you wore them? Beautiful, I am sure, as the woman you were. As the woman you can be now. Do you remember, Janice?"
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It speaks in two tongues. One is of men, forming words out of the air and pushing them forward. They are thoughts given ephemeral life, sprinting to their audience before dying, hands outstretched to their audience’s ears, straining to make themselves known. These are the words of threat and malice that promise pain and suffering for the mortals that would defy her foul will.

It is not the language of men that sends their blood colder than the streams and brooks that lie frigid in the mountains surrounding this demon protected village. No, there is a tongue that is spoken beneath the first one and it is much older. It harkens back to when the wars between light and dark raged across the face of the land and fear ruled all not made of the divine. This language is that of the old runes of power, words that were not expressions of thought but of existence. These were the words that built the earth and eventually severed the gods from treading its paths again. The words she speaks now are not a threat but are a fact carved into the fabric of the world. These are true things she speaks: they will whimper and they will moan and they will beg for death before the end.

It is Rina that breaks through the surface first, punching up into the chill morning air with a simple will to live. Yavan loves her for it. Humanity’s desire to live, and the righteous fury at those that would rob them of even one precious moment, is truly an incredible sight to behold. She speaks words to combat the demon dressed in a child’s flesh. Rina tries to speak two languages too, offering the soaring promise of hope. Yavan wants to join in. He wants to help drive this dark soul from this poor girl Jancie. He is not a runespeaker. He does not know the tongue.

But that does not stop him from trying.

“Such a pretty set of pins,” he says, taking one pin from Rina’s palm and sinking to one knee. “They would look good on you. Why don’t you try them on?”
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Janice's eyes focused again, her lips formed silent words and her hand twitched in the direction of the bards, but after only a few moments it passed and the creature returned.

The childemon stepped back, putting space between it and the duo of performers. It crouched down in a misshapen pile of askew limbs and shoulders, dank hair falling to cover its face, and screamed.

"What are you doing? What trickery is this? My voice sounded the song that began time! Your words mean nothing!"

The scream came from everywhere at once, a terrible sound of intimate heartbreak, ancient despair and the terror of entire races as they were incinerated. The scream vibrated up from the floor beneath their feet, it descended from the ceiling above them and surrounded them from the walls. Their bodies shook from the power of the sound, a resonance that that touched every bone and shook their blood. The candles danced a mad caper and the fire burning in the hearth leapt until it had doubled in size.

Through it all, the creature's voice continued to talk unhindered, an angry hiss.

"Beg it of me and I shall grant you the touch that will ravage your heart."

The howls of the wolves continued to grow louder and draw closer until their inhuman chorus seemed to come from the other side of the window. Then, almost lost in all else that was happening, the faint sound of something scratching glass reached the bards.
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"Janice, you remember. You remember what it is to breathe, to eat and drink, to grow and to see, to LIVE. Come back. Throw off the chains."

She gestures to the fire, blazing brightly in the hearth. The red crackle of flame is alive and warm, radiating heat and light across Rina's lithe form.

"Do you feel the warmth? Remember the kiss of sun up on your skin, the wind in your hair. That is why we live: freedom."

She turns to Yavan, the glittering pins held in his outstretched hands. Even now, he is unconsciously posed, looking as beautiful as the gems he holds.

"We are art and music and beauty, the things of life. These things are yours. Take them, Janice. Take them."
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The demon’s voice is not deep. It is heavy. It bears the weight of torture, of pain, of slaughter, of mass murder. The sins of each crime make it richer, fuller, more terrible to behold. Yavan cannot hold such a depraved thing at bay. It washes over the walls, chilling his heart and freezing his soul. This will be the end of him here, in the far reaches of the north, and there shall be none to mourn his passing.

Many deaths happen without warning. It is not a fate unique to men. An elf can be thrown from a horse, or drown, or perish in fire as surely as a man can. These are the worst deaths of all. There is no time to prepare; there is no time to reflect. Some might think it a blessing, but Yavan finds it terrifying. When one sees death coming, he can make his peace with it and decide how he will spend his remaining time. A man, an elf, a dwarf, anyone can choose what he shall pass on. Anyone can mold the memory of who he was so that his spirit can depart peacefully into the neverafter.

These are his last moments. How does he want to be remembered?

“In the first days of the world there was a princess named Janice,” Yavan intones. His back is to the flames but he takes no succor from it. He watches the monster’s face and ignores all else. “And Princess Janice was so beautiful that the Sun himself fell in love with her. Every morning when he awoke he would set his brush to canvas, painting the sky in all the brilliant roses and oranges that he hoped would stir her heart. And when he grew weary and needed rest, he would dab his brush in indigo and dark blue and fill the heavens with swirling dark.”

“One morning he awoke early and peaked over the corner of the world to see if his beloved was waiting for his first efforts of the day to win her affections. But when he saw her, waiting at the top of the parapet of her castle, she was not facing east where he would arise. She faced west and she gazed heavenward at the stars.”

Yavan strides now back and forth, acting out the story told to him as a child. The names are different, but the tale remains the same.

“The sight broke the Sun’s heart, and he when he rose, he rose with his entire wrath. The heat from his gaze drove Princess Janice inside her castle and when his rage was spent he collapsed into slumber. He felt so guilty for what he did that the next morning was the most brilliant painting he had ever done. But Janice was not waiting outside the next morning when the Sun returned, nor the one after that. So depressed was he that he could barely manage his journey across the sky and he stayed low near the horizon, his heart full of grief.

“His brother Moon saw this and tried to comfort him. ‘You are my kin and I will not lie to you,’ he said. ‘I see her at night and it is true that she loves the stars. She now only comes out in the depths of night for fear of your anger. She cannot help that she loves the way they shine and not even my radiant older brother can change the heart. You cannot hate someone for love.’

“So the Sun thought on his brother Moon’s words and in time made peace with his loss and the rage cooled and the heartache slowly healed. One night, before he went to rest, he laid a gift at the top of the parapet. When Princess Janice arrived at midnight she gasped. Laying there on the stone were two stars plucked from the heaven and forged into earrings of bright gold so that wherever Janice went she always walked among the stars.”

Yavan sinks to one knee again, this time within a short distance from the monster. His voice is soft and his hand is outstretched.

“They looked much like these pins do now, glittering like stars.”
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The scream faltered as Yavan launched into his tale, dropping in intensity even as it continued to buffer them. Seemingly captivated, the childemon's blank eyes followed him from its crouched position on the floor, lips barely seen behind dark locks of hair seemed to move silently.

When the story concluded, the creature collapsed onto the ground with a cry that ceased the unnatural scream assaulting them, and writhed for a moment. With a start and a glance to each other, to pair of bards realised they both were inflicted with bleeds from the nose and corners of the eyes.

When the girl looked up, it was with brown hair, pink skin and red rimmed green eyes. For all that some normalcy had returned, all was not well. The girl's flesh crawled and shifted, as if something were trapped within trying to escape.

She raised a hand towards the pair that twitched and jerked, and with the voice of a small child torn by an endless lifetime of never ending screams, spoke. "Help me." The child twisted around and for a moment it was no child but a thing of unspeakable, ancient evil, then she returned, her voice reaching them from a place too deep within horror to feel fear. "Help me, please."

Into this moment came the crashing of broken glass and through the window from the night came a great silver wolf. It loomed large in the room as it landed on silent paws, silver frosting on its fur traveling from the ruff of its shoulders up to the grey muzzle and eyes a surprising green, ancient and filled with sorrow. One aspect of the creature was apparent beyond any other, that it possessed a transparent quality. It was a spectral lupine that fixed its gaze upon the girl sprawled upon the floor.

"Help me," the girl repeated. "Help me please, help me, help me, help, help ..."
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The pleading little girl rends at Rina's heart, yet it is clear the demon still rages inside of her. This is but a brief respite from the horror she must suffer at the hands of that cruel creature. Her thoughts are interrupted by the shattering of glass as a great ghostly wolf crashes into the room, though the creature itself is filled with a profound silence and wisdom.

Howling echoes through her mind and crazily, she almost laughs in the face of this new danger. How much the gods do thrown on the fragile mortals beneath them. And yet, if this was her lot in life, to die unknown in a backwoods town amidst unspeakable horrors, then so be it.

Before her, the girl / demon still writhed pityingly, heart wrenchingly solid next to the ghostly presence of the wolf. Rina nearly sobs, nearly kneels before this poor girl, tortured through the centuries. To free her would be just, but there was no way she could see. Unbidden, her mind hears the mocking words of Baron Sanguis, come to her in a dream.

"Not all death is evil."

And, dreamlike, the world around her wavered and turned grey, all but the poor child creature, at the root of all this horror who remained vivid as a bright rose among the briars. Suddenly, the solution crystallized in her mind, freezing her heart even as it loosed her limbs. Moving with a speed and precision that belied the revulsion she felt, Rina launched herself at the girl - for if she hesitated she would surely lose the will to do what needed to be done.

"Yavan, your blade!"

The world was cruel and unjust, and she herself was as flawed as all that she hated. And yet, it was the only way - the only way out, the only way to end the girl's misery, the only way to free her. Her strong arms lock on the child's body, muscled legs braced wide. Rina turns with a snap, hurling the girl at the bare sliver of steel.
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His fingers are numb as they stray toward the dagger hanging from his belt. The pommel and hilt are plain enough, with handmarks worn into leather covering the metal beneath. There was little need for fine work in something that was used more around the campfire than it was in court. But the hilt feels familiar, and shockingly comfortable, as his hand grips it. His stomach roils at at their fell purpose, but there is no other way.

Is there?

The blade scrapes free of the sheath. It is a whisper in the old building, but it screeches like the Banshidh in his ears. The steel holds a wicked gleam. There is no going back from this. There is now crossing the line out on the page. There are some things, many things, than cannot be undone.

Gods forgive us, he thinks.

But they never do.
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