Cyldreen Mon'Cheri
Pain in my chest. Ripples of agony swimming across my whole body. Legs doesn't feel like it is there anymore. My eyes tried to open, but blinding light stopped the movement. Pain. I opened them and resisted the pain. Remember training. But... the darkness. The darkness looms over the sides of my eyes, and it doesn't go away. Go away. Make it go away! Its making its blasted way to fully blanket my sight! Somebody, help! No! No, no no!
A gasp made its exit from Cyldreen's mouth as he rose up into a fetal position. He hugged his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his ankles. Quivering rosy lips made whimpering noises as shameful tears rollled down from his eyes to his sharp cheek.
Star-shining eyes because of tears looked up to see.. Nothing. Bleakless, colorless lands, devoid of anything. Of life. Again, fear rose up to his throat that escalated into a wail. In this situation he felt completely hopeless and desperate for help. For anything. He felt like he was a child again, afraid of the dark. The only thing that gave him courage was his foster-father's encouraging words.
"Never be afraid of the dark, my child. Always know that Light follows."
"..Light...Follows."
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Pain in my chest. Rotten smell of something dead. Ripples of agony swimming across my whole body. Sounds of someone saying some incoherent words.. Where am I? Am I dead?
Finally, the breton's eyes truly opened and the first thing his eyes laid upon was golden slits of orbs staring back at him. His first reaction was this was the eyes of a demon that needed to be slain. Until he finally realized that this was the Khajiit, Sa'Qin. He tried to sit up and examine his wounds, but a nerve-wracking pain that erupted in his neck made lay still, groaning in agony. His training kicked in and pain in him became pleasure and Cyldreen thrived upon the unpleasant feeling.
I love thi- wait. I'm supposed to be dead, supposed to not feel pain. Well, if the afterlife is doing what you should've done in real life, then I'll play along.
"Damn it, I'm supposed to be dead! I even heard my father's voice, and he's supposed to be dead! Oh, well." he morbidly joked to the Khajiit infront of him. "If you tell me I'm actually alive and breathing, I swear, I'm going to the Nine's realm and complain that this isn't funny."
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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master? Random dude: SUPA POWAZ! -- Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord? Old guy: .. Youth and charisma. -- Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord. Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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