The Gate

A clear mind. It was all she wanted and now Nightlore stood on the bluff in awe and silence, her mind nowhere close to clarity. The night before she stormed out of Annie's shop, livid and determined to clear her head and regain a little sanity. It always seemed Gwideon was there to chide her about any person she was around, and Kyarn seemed willing to play right along and oblige him. She had walked through the dark, not truly knowing where to go, until she ended up nearing the Dwarven Village. She stood at the crossroads with a smirk on her face. She remembered the days of fighting there. Indeed. Onward, Nightlore pressed in a northerly direction, her thoughts ambling through her mind until she found herself on a mountainous road. Travellers passed her, some with bags tossed about their backs, some on horse-drawn wagons with a single lantern to light their way. It seemed all of them were talking about the thing at the top. Muttering, Nightlore walked the incline and as night turned to dawn she reached the top. A few people stood on the edge of the bluff, clutching their belongings as they gawked openly at something in the far distance, speaking about it in hushed, yet worried tones. Pushing her way through a couple of bystanders, it finally came into view. Massive...and crawling with workers that, from the distance, looked like ants. Her mouth slowly opened, and Nightlore stood frozen. She had heard very little about the gate...but nothing prepared her for this.

Fate Complete

He returns, shallow and bitter. Recognize me? Even a glimmer? Empty eyes, staring past me. I'm glad he's home where he should be. Wedded symbol now removed. Tarnished love lost, so I presumed. His choice, his hand of fate. His eyes ravage me now in hate. Memories etched on shattered heart. Time to make a brand new start. Fare well stranger. Fow now I not know you. My husband of old was so much more. You are but a shell carved in his vision.

Here and Now

I once was lost, but now am found. My feet again are on the ground. Not long ago, I gave up all, And spiraled down, into an endless fall. My life, my heart, my burdened soul, I cast away into the cold. Where once there was love, a warmth inside, Now I can tell that it indeed has died. My wife, my ring, the cloest bond, I discarded and made it look like I was not fond at all of them, though perhaps i was wrong. And now I stand, returned at last, to wonder what else as come to pass. I live my life no longer alive, a lonely assassin I am, of love deprived. And so with Darkness I walk, alone at last, I do not balk. Determined am I on the path I chose, Though wondering if I was right to close the door on my life of before, on the life of the Seive of lore.