Monday, April 16, 2012
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Please, don't let me fall asleep!
The Hall of Kings did not respond to the urgency of his plea;
the statues remained silent, disinterested, and oblivious. The
mountain waited.
/ have to break free! he howled wordlessly.
And then he remembered the visions, or more specifically
the first of the three that the Grimpond had shown him, the one
in which he had stood on a cloud above the others of the little
company that had gathered at the Hadeshom in answer to the
summons of the shade ofAllanon, the one in which he had said
that he would sooner cut off his hand than bring back the Druids
and then lifted his arm to show that he had done exactly that.
He remembered the vision and recognized its truth.
He banished the reaction it provoked in horrified disbelief
and let his head droop until it was resting on the cavern stone.
He cried, feeling the tears run down his cheeks, the sides of his
face, stinging his eyes as they mingled with his sweat. His body
twisted with the agony of his choices.
No! No, he would not!
Yet he knew he must.
His crying turned to laughter, chilling in its madness as it
rolled out of him into the emptiness of the tomb. He waited until
it expended itself, the echoes fading into silence, then looked
up again. His possibilities had exhausted themselves; his fate
was sealed. If he did not break free now, he knew he never
would.
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