• interwoven sword.
  • balthazar's flame.
  • dwayna's kiss.
  • grenth's shadow.
  • melandru's branches.
  • lyssa's mask.
  • the godless.
  • voice of the ancestors.
  • book of secrets.
    • back
    ~well of silence~

    Voice in the Wilderness

    I only wish it could be more.

    When I arrived in Elona, I was welcomed by the most beautiful sound. Battle songs and chants, delivered flawlessly by nearly angelic warriors they called paragons. They wore shining white armor, and their powerful voices echoed across the land. Sometimes, beautiful golden wings would appear behind them, lifting them above the rest, like holy guardians of war.

    I want this. I ache for the ability to use my voice, to sing for those I cherish, to lift their hearts with my words. But I can’t. Fate has delivered me to one who can, though. A man I came here to learn about, to research for Mistress Qehara. Siamat Lendera.

    The angelic appearance is at odds with his dark outlook. For one who is supposed to inspire us to greatness, he is quite pessimistic. One would think, having survived what he has, he would have more confidence in his future.

    I have spent much of my time in his company, honing my skills for the time when I re-enter Qehara’s service. We make a good team, my spinning scythe out in front, holding our enemies away from the healers and casters as he rains terror from above, his shining, cruel spear laying waste to them.

    I feel as if we are meant to fight together, to stay together. In this short time I have seen what could be, if my life were in no hands but my own. Though Qehara has freed me, I will not abandon her. It matters not, as I will not tie myself to one who sees no future, no life but the present.

    It is a pleasant interlude to him, nothing more. I only wish it could be more.

    Zara Amaya