Darkness abound and light receeds. In the chill of the night air, he stands atop the tower. His tunic released open, the silver undershirt attempting to collect the last of the light. His arms folded behind him as his head lowers and his eyes close.
Though the growing night he can hear the heart beat of life growing around him. His senses reaching out, taking in the life in the city. He saw further out, to the seas, sensing the life abundant upon the life giving waters.
The heartbeat of his girls echoing distinctivly in his ears. The apprentice training harder in the woods didn't escape him. The cruelty of his ally not unnoticed.
He doesn't move as he begins to meditate, clearing the noise of the night.
Soon the voices begin to echo quietly to him. The Dark Side whispering its wants, its demands.
The chill of the air is warm now compared to his flesh and aura. He moves very little, but his body begins to levitate from the surface, his feet remaining flat, as if he were standing on something.
He sees again the girl that caused him to lose so much, then the traitors he had known as his parents. Their failures only press upon him the need to succeed in his plans.
Yes, he could be killed. The inn could be demolished, the towers could even be destroyed.
His goals will be accomplished.
He could sense Belial. She still faught the call of the Ribbon, the effects however, were not lost on her. As long as she struggled, he had a chance.
He saw so much so fast, his mind spun as it tried to take it all in. So many possibilities, so many options.
Tactics, operations, plans within plans within plans. Expansions in new areas, growth in old plans. So much to build, so much to conqure.
So much to enjoy.
The morning light began to press over the horizon. The little warmth began to invade upon his aura as his feet met the ground once more.
His head rose up slightly as the dark auburn eyes opened sharply and he lept from the top of the tower to the clearing. The tunic was refastoned as he began his solid march toward the city.
So much to do.
Though the growing night he can hear the heart beat of life growing around him. His senses reaching out, taking in the life in the city. He saw further out, to the seas, sensing the life abundant upon the life giving waters.
The heartbeat of his girls echoing distinctivly in his ears. The apprentice training harder in the woods didn't escape him. The cruelty of his ally not unnoticed.
He doesn't move as he begins to meditate, clearing the noise of the night.
Soon the voices begin to echo quietly to him. The Dark Side whispering its wants, its demands.
The chill of the air is warm now compared to his flesh and aura. He moves very little, but his body begins to levitate from the surface, his feet remaining flat, as if he were standing on something.
He sees again the girl that caused him to lose so much, then the traitors he had known as his parents. Their failures only press upon him the need to succeed in his plans.
Yes, he could be killed. The inn could be demolished, the towers could even be destroyed.
His goals will be accomplished.
He could sense Belial. She still faught the call of the Ribbon, the effects however, were not lost on her. As long as she struggled, he had a chance.
He saw so much so fast, his mind spun as it tried to take it all in. So many possibilities, so many options.
Tactics, operations, plans within plans within plans. Expansions in new areas, growth in old plans. So much to build, so much to conqure.
So much to enjoy.
The morning light began to press over the horizon. The little warmth began to invade upon his aura as his feet met the ground once more.
His head rose up slightly as the dark auburn eyes opened sharply and he lept from the top of the tower to the clearing. The tunic was refastoned as he began his solid march toward the city.
So much to do.