Richard T. Winter's Account

I fled. It became a frequent occurance. Battles were frequent now that the Darkstone was spawning evil, and the meek and the faint of heart often find solace in the speed of their legs.

I came to Windy Bluff again, a frequent place to sit and sing and wonder. But today there was a tension in the town, and no wonder. The land still bled from the Days of Darkness. Whispers were heard that each day would be worse than the last... what could happen next?

And then a horrible cry rang out: Seluctruh, the Dark Lord, was thirsting for the blood of his followers. I was shocked, nothing like this had happened before. I ran down the street, just in time to see one of my old friends, Mav by name, slaughtered in cold blood by the Dark one.

The smell of Flowers filled the area as Villani appeared to avenge his death. She stood tall and fought with thunder bolts. I stood beside her small and pitiful, but I mourned my friend and lifted my voice in song. Villani fought with the elements, and Seluctruh shrugged off every blow. I sang a hesitant note, then took up a stronger melody, but Seluctruh never even glanced at me.

I was in despair. Evil looked like it would triumph again... and I couldn't bare the thought. I shrieked out with my song, and the Dark One fell down in flames. Those others standing around were shocked. It was -MY- song, they said, that did that. I looked at Villani, thinking it was her, for she was ever so much more powerful, but indeed it was I. I had fallen the Dark Lord.

My heart was light but heavy. I was in mourning for my friend, yes indeed, but I mourned for Seluctruh's soul more. He rose from his ashes insane, and all I could do was offer my prayers. I knelt and prayed for his soul. I shed tears. I had killed him indeed, but he had already died in a way I could never touch. But I prayed for his healing.

He reached out with his mighty hand, and though his victor stood beneath his feet alone, he vanquished his own followers, those that loved him. I shed more tears, knowing that he knew not what he was doing. Finally I cried out for him to stop. He took me to the park, open his mouth in insane fury to tear out my throat in the manner of vampires... but...

Here I become confused. I saw fire... and I saw feathers. I looked up and found myself in the grip of a bird, shining in the sunset, and seeming to shimmer on it's own. I looked down in awe, and found my feet firmly on the ground. My neck felt sore, and there were two scars as if I had been bitten but healed. I then noted I was naked, and in my clan hall.

I wonder afterwards though. Perhaps I deserved to die there. I had prayed for a Lost Soul who did not want to be found... but how else is one to be saved? I feel torn. I still don't know what is right and what is wrong. I feel like I am apart from the rest of the world, here but not here. Someone help me, for I am lost though found.

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