Topic: A ghost and a Tree

Davian Wolfswift

Date: 2011-10-23 04:49 EST
Under a tree in front of the Inn, a pale figure stands, a figure in robes and a hood, wings projecting from his shoulders. A rapier can be seen at his hip, a dagger across his chest. In one hand he holds a peice of paper. Bare feet stand in the dirt. The moonlight illuminates him, bringing his form to a pale blue. In the sun, he shines with a blinding white light.

When one nears him, eyes the color of cloudy water find the walker and he begins to speak, saying "Know that I tried. I died for hope and I died for love. Eight hundred and fifty four years ago, I died. I refused to swear loyalty to a man who would have me kill those who deserved to die. I was crucified and I rose again friend. I found myself at the pearly gates, standing in front of Micheal. He promised me eternal life so long as I denied pleasure from any source. I accepted and for those years, I sailed the seas, waging war. I commanded my Lord's armies on Earth. The fight took me to Rhy'Din. And one fateful night, I found pleasure in the arms of another. That much is pointless friend. What I have to say' What I have to say is goodbye. I was once named Raziel. I have been called Davian Wolfswift, captain of the Wolfswift. I have been called Razial, fitfh Arch Angel. Brother to Tyreal, companion of Micheal. In my arrogance and vanity, I was cast down. And in my hope and love, I rose again. And in my arrogance, I died the final time. To stand here and see all that I lost by day, to stand here and burn by night. That is my fate. I fall and I rise again, each day. Friend, learn this lesson. Do not let arrogance blind you. We are only beautiful in one beings eyes, do not leave them. This will be your fate. I tell you this because in my last moments, I was called upon to do my task. Do not leave faith."

After speaking, the paper falls to the ground and burns. The figure folds his arms over his ethreal chest and begins to cry, tears falling with the same pace as blood drips from two holes in his hands. He speaks again, saying "I did not forget my oath and in the final chapter of this story, I sang my song." He begins to sing, the words that follow are his song.

"And when the night comes, The light wont touch my face. Tell the ones who care to know, I have finally lost my faith. And this road, paved with mistakes. Im sure I will pay. So when the day comes and the sun wont touch my face, Tell the ones who care enough I have finally walked away."

As the sun rises, the figure stares at the sky and begins to pace around the tree, letting his eyes stare at the branches. He speaks again, saying "And so the final chapter of Davian Wolfswift is written. Let it be known that he died as he wished. As he was told to. He was told to go out on top, and he did. In his dying, he pledged his faith to the maker. And so he acted, and so he payed." The figure bows to who ever would listen and then whispers "I will return when I am allowed. Speak my name love, I will come." The figure then resumes his pose, tears falling faster then the blood from his hands. His foot begins to tap the dirt, waiting patiently. The ghost will speak to anyone who looks at him and will answer questions. He keeps his vigil day and night.