Koril was returning to Goldshire after an exhausting day. She had managed to finally reach Doan, the powerful mage in Scarlet Monastery. It was obvious by the Uor’Tal that he would hold another piece of the missing pages. And indeed he had. Tired yet excited, she rushed about, looking for Dristun. She finally spotted him, outside the inn, under her favorite tree.
“Dristun!” She called to him, “I found another piece of the pages.” She stopped in front of him, pulling the torn page from the Uor’Tal, handing it to him.
“Useless.” He spat, staring at the page. Slowly, the ink started to disappear upon the page, and it crumbled to dust in his hands. He then took the Uor’Tal from her, snatching it out of her hands. She frowned.
“What’s wrong with you? You seem irritated…” He grinned viciously as her voice trailed off. Removing the sword from the sheath upon his back, he dropped the tome to the ground and stabbed it in the center. She gasped, and it took her a moment to realize the sword was not actually harming the tome; it was through it, as if it didn’t exist. The runes on the blade were glowing a fierce red.
She growled, furious that he had stolen her tome, almost upon another of her power rages. Without the tome, it did not come though. She felt weakened almost without it. “Give it back!” She yelled at him as he laughed, picking up the tome and holding it out to her.
“It seems you’ve grown rather attached to that tome it seems, Koril. It’s been feeding you, corrupting you. You need its power, don’t you?” Dristun sneered at her as she grabbed the edge of the tome. “Then we shall share it…” He began chanting in a blend of demonic and an old, forgotten language. Koril felt a surge, power from the tome…it was flowing between them, into both of them. He laughed wickedly; it was too much for her.
“No…” Koril, in her last moments of true sanity, knew what was to become of her now. She would be in a constant power rage; the slightest insult would have her in a killing frenzy. Then her mind fogged over, the power that had been force fed to her caused her to laugh. She felt glorious, as if she could move mountains with but a thought.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Dristun held out the tome still, offering it back to her.
“It feels wonderful…”
Posted by Koril at 01:16 PM 16 May 2005