09-02-2016, 07:21 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
As he leaves the mountain he can feel the power being ripped from him. He had known this would happen. He had considered staying, perishing there on its unforgiving slopes. Wouldn’t it have been better that way? How could a world without his Valley be worth living in? What was he to do now that his mistress was gone? His life had been sole devoted to her and now he was free. But the freedom was unwanted and terribly lonesome.
His body feels heavy, cumbersome. He moves without aim, without thought. It is as if he can do nothing but move forward (if not symbolically, then at least physically). He can see that the grass is still green, that it still sways in the breeze. There are still rivers and ponds with clear, running water, that the trees are gaining their leaves. The land is as it was, and yet it is completely different. The typical magical undertones are gone. Hoarded by the mountain as if it were some dragon guarding its treasure. He casts his dark eyes at the new peak with hostility, how could he feel anything less for the thing that had taken his mistress from him?
Still, the urge to live plagued him. He could not give up yet. He owed it to Her to try to find a way to fix this, to bring her back to life. Maybe there was a way, maybe not. But he would use whatever life he had left to try. But for now, things are such a mess. He does not know where to start. So he stops in the meadow and casts his gaze around uncertainly. Maybe someone here held the key.
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