by Cyranda Jane Deamons » Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:31 am
Why couldn't it all just stop? The nightmares, the constant voice in the back of her mind always taunting. A voice that Cyranda believed would have been what Alistar Runtsor sounded like when he was a child... when he was innocent before his heart turned black as pitch. Was that possible? Could the mage that bore a soul of evil been innocent once? Innocent like the child she had ripped from her womb without thought of consequence or guilt? Had that child been innocent or were the sins of the father festering in the soul of that child like a puss infected wound?
You'll never know will you Mommy?
Even in sleep that voice followed her, haunted her in the darkness, invaded her inner most thoughts and grabbed on to her with cruel, cold unseen hands. Why couldn't it all just stop? She never wanted to be a part of Alistars world, she fought so hard to stay in her own world where she was safe, loved. She had a family, sons and a daughter to call her own and most of all nothing could touch her in her world because she had a fierce protector that would have laid down his life for her own. Even her fierce protector had not been able to foresee what was to become of her, of them and their world, how it would be ripped apart as easily as demon claws tearing through weak human flesh, like a hot knife slicing through butter. Their world that Cyranda had been returned to, brought from the dangers of Alistars world back to the safe confines of strong arms and love. But she was broken. She tried so hard to move forward, to get beyond the horror of what she had done, what had become of her after her ascension... and for the briefest moment, she believed she was starting to heal, until she realized what was growing inside her and then it all came undone. She had an abomination germinating inside her and she had to be rid of it. Those cold hands were around her again, surrounding her, touching her everywhere making it impossible for her to breathe, caught between her nightmares and reality Cyranda Jane shot straight up in the bed, sweat beaded her temples and covered her skin making the sleeping gown stick to her and her hair damp. She opened her mouth to scream but no sounds came out except for the sounds of gasping while she tried to breathe.
What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force?
To Quote the Payten:
You get SJ and Pixie and the rest of us run for cover.