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[Dealthagar]

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Dealthagar sat, his mood as dark and grim as ever. Sick of the accusations, sick of the reproachments, sick of it all. Thoughts churned in his head, making him sick to his stomach. A brief trip to Poet's Garden had soured his mood beyond relief. Accused of evil and wrong doing for actions explained and cleared, Dealthagar was sick of expalining and defending himself to children and whelps who had no knwledge of who he was or what he had done. He had even lied to a Yewish citizen who had been rather polite, and left abruptly, sick of telling history to those who had no sence of it.

Councils reborn, pacts renewed, citys rebuilt...all were shadows of a life long past.

He rose from his chair and looked at the portrait of the woman in red. Anna. His love. His would-be wife. He opened the box and looked deeply at the wedding ring she had given him as a sealing of thier love, before the wasting.

He had not seen her in weeks, perhaps months and his heart ached.

His son was foreign to him. Yavie had housed the soul of Anna, but she was an elf. For his son's sake, he had stripped the human half, leaving him a full blooded elf. The power of Technomancy was such.

But was it a blessing?

His son was an elf, not human. Raised by elves, brought up around elves, taught by elves, he was unknown to his father. Dealthagar was proud of Zilthai, but the bond between a parent and child felt...forced at times.

The power of love had redeemed him from Oblivion, the power of Singularity had brought him back from the Abyss, but what was the point.

His body was whole, but his soul felt empty.

"Master, the reagent stores are getting low. Should I go to Occlo and restock?"

The old wizard nearly jumped in surprise. He hadn't seen his man-servant enter the room. "No need. I have a large store at the bank. i will refill it." Opening an old runebook, he waved his hand over the rune for Scara Brae. "Damn. Blocked." Opening a second book, he chose the fisrt bank rune. Empath Abbey.

It had been years since he had been to the abbey bank. At the height of his power, it was mandated that the Dark Awakening use Yew, if for no other reason than to maintain a presence there. Now, it was just another rune. As he sat counting out mystical reagents, he heard muttering wafting down the hall. Familiar voices.

Walking down the hallway out of curiosity more than anything, there stood Mark Randerstill, Isk, Legerion, Savannah and a man wearing the badge of Clan Moor that he did not know. Probably Regency business. Of no matter.

He had honorably, openly and virtuously served four regents, performed penance for past crimes and more than paid his debt to the people of Sosaria he had wronged. Yet this regime had marked him as a monster, percicuted, hounded and accused him and his of any manner of crime imaginable. He expected to see a Humanis card of him bowing to eat babies in the next Voice.

Yet in all this madness, one voice of reason saw the truth and dismissed the charges leveed agsinst him.

And there she stood. The High Justice of Sosaria, and the last Regent he had served. Iracible smirk on her face, tucking a stray curl of her red hair behind an ear. Their eyes met and she winked a greeting to him.

"Hello Lilyth."

"Good evening Dealth. What brings you to Yew this eve?"

The scowl dissapeared from his face quicker than a snowball tossed into a smith's forge. His eyebrows unknotted and a thin smile crossed his face. "Seeing you here, I'd say a bit of good luck."

Lilyth Noir blushed and smiled.

Perhaps it was turning out to be a better night than he hoped.

(to be continued)
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