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This must be what hell feels like.
Ral floated above the great bed that sat in his rooms back at his father's estate in the Southlands. Below him, wrapped in blankets to ward off the chill in the air, Alexandria and a younger Ral slept peacefully. It was heart wrenching to look upon his love and- instead of moments like this jumping into his mind- the twisted and crumpled body laying upon the sand outside Jehanna Hall came to mind.
It was the reliving of every happy memory he'd ever had with Alexandria overlain with the dreadful reality of what was to come of his own actions. The soft sigh she made while rolling over in bed broke Ral's heart. He knew that he'd died and gone to the wrong place. His friend's deaths were on his head, he had failed to lead them as he should. Instead of leading them to victory his hand had moved them upon a course that could only result in defeat, what was worse was that he had felt it from the beginning. It was my fault. I deserve this.
Suddenly, Ral felt himself being pulled away from the room-from his grief. He felt it all receding and a growing darkness all around him. The blackness crawled across the walls of the room, snuffing out the fire that blazed in the hearth, consuming books, quills, the sword and shield upon the wall above the hearth-and finally-Alexandria and himself. The impenetrable darkness was oppressive and constricting. Ral couldn't breath and he felt himself falling with increasing speed until he felt a jolt and light exploded in his vision.
Ral sat straight up, but for his right hand which was still entangled in Alexandria's own. There was a mule loose in his head, it kicked at the inside of his skull, stomping over his memories and muddling all but the dreadful certainty. Mei stood over him and Ral wanted to say something, but his mouth was dry. He still tried, but all he could mutter to her were the words "Healing..... magic, Alexandria, please." before he could no longer support himself and he fell back down into the sand.
From his position upon the ground he could see Alexandria's face, lolled to the side almost unnaturally. Ral gripped her hand tighter and wished that he hadn't been revived. He didn't know Alexandria's pulse was strengthening with each movement Joshua made.
Ral floated above the great bed that sat in his rooms back at his father's estate in the Southlands. Below him, wrapped in blankets to ward off the chill in the air, Alexandria and a younger Ral slept peacefully. It was heart wrenching to look upon his love and- instead of moments like this jumping into his mind- the twisted and crumpled body laying upon the sand outside Jehanna Hall came to mind.
It was the reliving of every happy memory he'd ever had with Alexandria overlain with the dreadful reality of what was to come of his own actions. The soft sigh she made while rolling over in bed broke Ral's heart. He knew that he'd died and gone to the wrong place. His friend's deaths were on his head, he had failed to lead them as he should. Instead of leading them to victory his hand had moved them upon a course that could only result in defeat, what was worse was that he had felt it from the beginning. It was my fault. I deserve this.
Suddenly, Ral felt himself being pulled away from the room-from his grief. He felt it all receding and a growing darkness all around him. The blackness crawled across the walls of the room, snuffing out the fire that blazed in the hearth, consuming books, quills, the sword and shield upon the wall above the hearth-and finally-Alexandria and himself. The impenetrable darkness was oppressive and constricting. Ral couldn't breath and he felt himself falling with increasing speed until he felt a jolt and light exploded in his vision.
Ral sat straight up, but for his right hand which was still entangled in Alexandria's own. There was a mule loose in his head, it kicked at the inside of his skull, stomping over his memories and muddling all but the dreadful certainty. Mei stood over him and Ral wanted to say something, but his mouth was dry. He still tried, but all he could mutter to her were the words "Healing..... magic, Alexandria, please." before he could no longer support himself and he fell back down into the sand.
From his position upon the ground he could see Alexandria's face, lolled to the side almost unnaturally. Ral gripped her hand tighter and wished that he hadn't been revived. He didn't know Alexandria's pulse was strengthening with each movement Joshua made.