A Jail Cell

I had been in there for a few hours, when a dark man arrived in a flash of hellish flames. He was balled up and low to the ground, but still on his feet, eyes clamped shut as if he were concentrating on a higher being.

"...get off the floor. You may get hypothermia." I tipped him in, as any good prisoner would do for his inmate.

The man grinned, and said "I do not fear death, in any shape or form, Rezyn."...still grinning insane like.

My ears shot back, and my tail wrapped around my waist. Such is a Katrins fighting pose. I knew the man, once I heard his name...but I had never trusted him.

"Talys...the preacher of Siuanne..", I said as if I were reminicing on my own preachings of Tatianna, back when I was probably three hundred years old.

Talys managed a civilized nod, and immediately began walking a priests walk to the bed, and sat down next to me. Both of us staring at the wall across from the bed with hatred in our hearts...he saw mine...I saw his...

"It was murder, wasn't it." He stated, rather than asked. I chuckled, wore a half grin...that could have been a smirk, and said "You know me too well, Talys."

Again, I chuckled and smirked and grinned, only lay back on the uncomfortable bed.

He stood. I saw what was coming. He was going to preach, for that is the life of a priest.

Talys chuckled while starting to say "Young? Yes.. Enexperienced? Maybe... Fool? Not hardly."

I caught that line quite clearly. He was telling me that old age and wisdom do not always go hand and hand.

"Aaahh, but it's not what I'm trying to do *to* you...it's what I can do *for* you."

"And what's that? Turn me into some psychopathic killer? Well, worse than I already am, I mean."

"I knew it...you commited a crime just so you can sit in here while I'm in here and attempt to demolish my sanity."

The two continued talking back and forth for the rest of the night. Rezyn gave up his watch out the window, waiting for the sounds of the Fighters killing someone else.

Talys continued to tell the blessings of Siuanne. The love of Seluctruh, and the compassion of Drakan.

"So you're in here for five days, eh? I've got to listen to this shit for four more?"

Talys chuckled at Rezyn's sarcasim and agreed with him. "That leaves you with two days, after I'm gone, to think about everything we've talked about. Just you, and that bed, and that cold stone floor."

I chuckled about the floor, but as far as me and that bed went, I knew that I would be pondering religion while Talys was gone for the last two days I'm in here. In a way, that scared me. I had turned my back on religion twice already. First, when I was helping Marenil lead Shadows. I must have fallen from Seluctruh's graces, because he had failed to save me when I needed to be saved. Over a century after that, I had fallen from the graces of Tatianna...cursed to kill for money wasn't exactly a trait that she favoured.

With their backs turned, and my back turned...I thought I would never face religious thoughts again. I didn't descriminate against people just because of the higher powers they believed in. But I believed they were just mortal men and women, that somehow found a way to twist the fabrics of the universe however they saw. And slowly, I was learning to do the same.

"Siuanne can not hate against you for killing for money. She knows that all men and women have to eat some how. And the more chaos, the sweeter the sound."

Talys had a way of speaking to someone so that it would appeal to that one person, rather than preach to large groups in a church and no point get across.

My eyes popped open at the sound of the name. But fatigue quickly fixed . that. But . . how . . did . . he . . know . . my . . .name. . . .

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