Surrounded by the dark. Consumed by it. Born of it. There are those who try to escape it. How foolish they seem to me now. I too have tried. There is no escape. There is nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. In the end, the darkness always finds you again. Or you run back to its embrace. You can not get away from that which is a part of your very being. It would be like trying to breathe without lungs. An impossible feat. I have tried to escape it before. I have tried many times. I keep trying despite these failures. Now who is the foolish one?
I have lost much throughout my life. I have lost many whom I cared for. I lost my first love and my children by him when I was much younger than I am now. Young and foolish. Twin boys they were. One so innocent, the other so brave. Polar opposites, but my babies. One died crying, screaming for me. The other did not blame me but cursed his killers as he was killed upon the sacrificial altar. They were so young then, not even in school yet. Their father was the last of the three to die. No sound came from him as they tortured him before his death finally came. His eyes haunt my dreams to this day. Midnight blue eyes filled with blame, loathing, hatred, and a love all for me. Next I lost my home and my half-brother. I had no place there since I learned to love and he would not let me leave on my own. Our people followed. They killed him while we were separated. I found what was left of him when it was far too late. There have been others since. I do not doubt there will be more. Every loss hurts, but I press on.
I am now known as a death seeker. I pursue it in hopes that it will pursue me. It has not yet caught me. I begin to wonder if it can. What will happen to the assassin who chases death so? I can only wait and see.
~LiNeeerafae Kilndar~
I have lost much throughout my life. I have lost many whom I cared for. I lost my first love and my children by him when I was much younger than I am now. Young and foolish. Twin boys they were. One so innocent, the other so brave. Polar opposites, but my babies. One died crying, screaming for me. The other did not blame me but cursed his killers as he was killed upon the sacrificial altar. They were so young then, not even in school yet. Their father was the last of the three to die. No sound came from him as they tortured him before his death finally came. His eyes haunt my dreams to this day. Midnight blue eyes filled with blame, loathing, hatred, and a love all for me. Next I lost my home and my half-brother. I had no place there since I learned to love and he would not let me leave on my own. Our people followed. They killed him while we were separated. I found what was left of him when it was far too late. There have been others since. I do not doubt there will be more. Every loss hurts, but I press on.
I am now known as a death seeker. I pursue it in hopes that it will pursue me. It has not yet caught me. I begin to wonder if it can. What will happen to the assassin who chases death so? I can only wait and see.
~LiNeeerafae Kilndar~

