Day 7 of the 13 days of evil
I sit here in my sanctuary staring out the window as the full moon
ascends in the night sky. It is hard to believe that so much evil is
wrapped up in that small golden orb. How could something so critical
to our lives be so evil? It controls the tides of the sea, the cycles
of the months, the very turning of our days.
Yet I cannot curse the shards of the Darkstone that make up its essence,
for I too am created from the Darkstone. Without its shattering I would
not be here. Which leads me to wonder: is it possible that the pull
of the evilness of the Darkstone that I feel merely the cosmic efforts
of the stone to become whole again? Where good and evil reside together
in balance? Or is it the Gods wrestling over control of the shards of
the stone?
It is a frightening thought yet might explain why while hating the
evilness of Seluctruh I find myself drawn to him over and over again.
I pull away only to be drawn back. He once told me that he wears a shard
of the Darkstone around his neck. He too must feel its pull, for he
has forgiven me my treachery and is plaguing me again. Last night he
proclaimed to all the world that he loved me. I must be strong! For
I fear it is not me he seeks, but the power of the Darkstone contained
within me.
There is a positive side to all this evilness, great men and women
are digging deep within themselves and finding strength they knew not
they had. I am amazed by the courage of the young bard Fieari. He stood
face to face with Seluctruh and slew him with his mighty song. He is
a man who will become a Legend in the Lands of Darkstone. Future generations
will sing of his exploits and his name will be known and praised forever
more.
Thankfully, the hero Relentless, my Captain of the Guards has arrived.
He is joining Zendel, my Captain of the Mounted Patrol, to begin training
the new recruits. Perhaps under the direction of General Brakkis we
can turn the tide against the evil horrors of the remaining days. Already
valiant men are distinguishing themselves as heroes. Trying times sift
the wheat from the chaff. Both Simon and Turel have proved themselves
worthy to be called Heroes.
The moon has reached its zenith and I feel the evilness rolling across
the land. Yet I am more at peace than I have been in days. Lacar is
a steadying influence, he does not feel the pull of the Darkstone as
I do. I will turn my back on the evilness of the Darkstone and look
towards the light. I will shine brightly for my people to see and we
will survive.
The day has finally
come. I had hoped that it would not be during the 13 days of evil but
Fate decided differently. Villani has chosen to leave the fold and strike
out on her own. I have seen this coming for some time now. She has been
like a daughter to me. She has been one of mine since the day I rescued
her from the clutches of the Evil Overlord Seluctruh. I remember her
that day, a tiny druid with a fierce will and spitfire temper. I have
watched her grow and blossom into an incredible goddess, one of beauty
and determination.
But like all youth she
has criticized the decisions I've made. What she cannot see now, she
will only understand later. She does not fully understand the power
of the Darkstone, and how it influences every aspect of those whose
lives it touches. My choices reflect my attempts to ameliorate those
influences and allow me to live a productive life. To find solace with
Lacar who is filled with compassion and healing does not diminish my
power as she seems to think but allows me to find peace and rejuvenation.
If anything, my power is greater, my vision clearer, my course straighter.
Soon she will have followers
of her own and then maybe we can become friends again, more like sisters
rather than mother and child. I look forward to that day.
But for the time being
she is angry with me, so angry that her explosive temper created a new
skylight in my sanctuary. For now I have cast a magic bubble over it
but perhaps I shall leave it as a remembrance of her.