"Your blooded magic has been tolerated..."
The rest of the conversation was barely audible as time slowed down around her, the words echoing in her mind.
Tolerated. Tolerated? Had they truly not seen her own tolerance of their foolish stupidity? Their pathetic, small minds? These people consume one another constantly, inflated themselves with fake power and self importance, and they /tolerated/ her?
Of course, they told themselves that, but fear was the correct word. People with no actual power, those that have to behind their titles, their made up "birthrights", their silly little guns...
It was over of course, they wanted to come up with some manner of charges, anything, to put her away, banish her, kill her, whatever they could to get rid of her. She was a constant reminder of how weak and pathetic they all were, even that dreaded "necromancer" just cried.
Luckily she was merciful yet, they were lesser beings after all, she'd not kill them, she was not the monster they all assumed her to be. Despite every unrequited favor she'd done for them, they only cared that she'd not been perfect, and had made mistakes. None of them ever delivered on a single promise made to her, no help returning home whatsoever.
She snapped back to the reality of the room as her mind stopped racing. Rage and icy pain flooded her veins and she let loose, her form melding into shadow and magic, she laughed as their weapons bounced off her and she crushed them with her power. She walked right through the door they thought would hold her and ran, right past the execution of a man that tried to pin his own stupidity on her.
Pathetic, pathetic creatures, these humans.
She left. She was done. She took the caravan into the mists, and waited for her beloved to come find her. The one person that had loved her, forgave her mistakes, her flaws, and could truly understand what it was to suffer.
The next day, Rithwarian fulfilled her promise to Amalice. In the comfort and company of her own kind, Rithwarian and Amalice exchanged a vow of marriage, to walk beside one another and comfort each other, to support and trust one another, until the end of their days. The two set off on a new adventure, searching for a way home undistracted by the muck and mire of society and politics. The core was vast, and they had much to explore. No longer fettered by hood or mask the two went forward into the unknown with unveiled hope.
"Amalice, everywhere I searched I was just circling with nothing but hate, an endless loop of misery. But suddenly you were there in the dark, waiting patiently, with nothing but a smile and open arms. I simply walked by, at first, not noticing the cure for my heart, standing there in the Mists all alone. But you reached out, despite both of us being terrified of what truly being vulnerable would mean. Trembling you grasped my hand, and led my through the shadows of my soul. I will walk with you further yet, into whatever darkness lies before us, I am your guide for the rest of my days, and together we will find the path home, even if that home is simply the path we walk together. We will never stop searching, my love."
((Rithwarian is formally shelved as of 6/10/777 indeterminately.
