((Introducing a new character. Depending on the reactions he gets, he may or may not show up in Gaera.))
This light...
It's warm. And soft. It caresses my skin like nothing I've ever felt.
I was in darkness... I could feel it all around me... the words, they won't stop echoing in my mind...
"With destruction, comes rebirth!"
Who am I?
I see a face... who's is it? I know it... I'm sure I do. My... sister?
"I'm not you sister..."
Those words come like a blow. No, she is not my sister. But... why?
There! Another face! So similar, yet so completely different. So... sad.
Her voice comes to me, begging. Begging for death. For an end to her torment. I gave it to her.
And darkness covered my life...
Who am I?
"It seems to be complete."
"Can we use it safely, though?"
"I don't know."
More voices. I hate them. I hate them all. Rage consumes me, and the last thing I am aware of is the terror on their faces.
Before they die.
It is a look I see thousands of times again, as more faces pass before me, in an endless, silent testament to my deeds.
Who am I?
This light... what is it?
"Life..."
With a start, I realize she is speaking to me again.
The one who could not be my sister...
"This light is all the power I have to give."
But it is enough. I can feel the darkness fade. And then the light is gone.
Why?
The darkness... It was mine. Now that it is gone, what do I have left?
I hated it so much. But it was my only solace. The only solace of a wounded soul.
I fall to my knees and cry.
The tears fall...
One
by
one
until I can cry no more.
I sit there for ages on end. Waiting for the pain to return. And then... suddenly... I realize it has left me.
Whatever it was, it left me when I died.
Whatever I was, I left it behind when the light returned me to life.
She did this for me. I know not why. I don't care.
A Maiden. Of Life. Of Light.
Her gifts fall without discrimination, going so far as to even reach to me, when I had clearly caused her so much pain.
A Maiden. Of Peace.
Who am I?
One who will serve this Maiden.
One who will stand against those who bring darkness.
One who will strive to be worthy of the light he has been shown.
One who will seek to truly call her... Sister... <p>
They call me Lorr...</p>Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=joshuadurron>JoshuaDurron</A] at: 1/14/03 1:50:50 pm