My feet stops a moment, the dirt of the road flutters around my boots and i look back toward the horizon, there the mighty city of grey stares back at me as an accusing finger. I regret nothing i tell myself. I have touched heaven and hell like no one else, like i never thought possible. I have felt and lived all there was to live in this life, now maybe i can.. live truely. My head is full of projects, my bag filled with Zecht's books. I will make the world know of his talent, of his amazing prowess, so no one ever forgets the great tailor and writer, Zecht the party elf, the necromancer, my Zechty.
Sion pulls on my hand gently, his voice brings me back to reality. "Miriel..?" He ask softly. I turn to him and smiles, for a moment i see the visage of my mother, but her screams have quieted, her dirty outfit of whore is a gown of silk and gold and she smiles to me like a mother to a child. "Miriel.." She says but again it is Sion that speaks to me. "Do you regret anything sugar dumpling?" He says on a playfull tone, but i can feel that he truely fear my answer. "No kitten pie.. just so many memories.. its hard to let go." He pulls me to him and holds me a moment, our souls touching each other at each moment since we made our vows, we can feel.. we are each other. Never had i felt such thing before and it helped me made the decison. "Elianis..i regret nothing.." Never will we use our names of tools again, our names of weapons, murder and thief. We are leaving everything behind. In her room at the Blue Water i left Madison something just for her, i know her life will be harsh, she will need it until she decides that freedom is not that far. Only she has the power to free herself. My friends, my foes.. no.. i have no such things. I am leaving them all behind, people that crossed my life, my little time in Barovia. My flesh will remember always, so will my mind.
I let go of Sion a moment and pet the panther at his side, trying to hide my tears in her fur. "It is a long way to Sithicus, we should pick up the pace.." He says to me and i nod. I pick up my heavy bag again and we walk together. Side by side as it should be. In my mind i keep seeing the taroka card the vistani woman pulled for me. Have i truely become a benevolant being.. a caring being? Me who my hands are stained in blood and shit.. i gave up any kind of chance to power by chosing my elf. Maybe i truely am, Zecht would laugh i am certain. Rasthice would agree, in a twisted manner.
I lift my hat and free my hair into the wind of the valley and tosses it toward the chasm. "Good bye Barovia! Good Bye Kukri.. Good Bye Sion!" The hat flies into the wind a moment, the feather waving us good bye in return.
Kukri Mi-Laho, from her real name Miriel Mi-Laho, Rat, thief, apprentice of magic, demon handler, shadow dancer, bard. An amazing and talented Tailor.
Begins at Chaotic Neutral, became Chaotic Evil, Ends at Chaotic Good.
Sometimes, Ravenloft dosnt always win.