The dagger plunging into his left arm broke the sleep spell that was over him. He try to scream as thousands of tiny knives lance through his skin, through his soul, only to have his air cut off as he is grab by the throat. The voidsent sneered at him, before laughing. "Yesss, they feed very well on you..." The dagger is pull out of his arm, place back onto the belt.
"I...can help...." John force out, reaching up to try and drive the voidsent energy from the soul. His eyes widen as he found no soul there. "What did....you do?"
"We feasssted, sssso delicious was his hate..." 'He' smirk at John as anger flash in his eyes. "Yesss, get angry, hate ussss...the better your ssssoul tassste."
He could feel the cuts moving across his neck, he could see what he could become if he didn't fight the hatred that was trying to over power everything else. His blood was pounding in his ears even as he was slam into the wall of stone behind him. He saw Titor and Kiht'to coming up the path...try to warm them...
It was at that moment that the infection hit his lung and he couldn't hold back the scream of pain. He hung limp even as Khuj'a and Worren appear, barely making out the words, claiming that he was involve in bring his friends here to become food for the void. He remember that clear moment of hate, his hand vibrating with healing aether, but hiding that blade of fire aether within. He is weightless as the creature throws him, even as Worren slams into the creature, and hit smacks into the wall, darkness claiming him as his body falls limp to the ground.
*****
A dark tunnel...a bright light far in the distance, feeling the draw of it. For a moment, as he moves toward the light, he wonder were Sara is at, but he had seen no sign of Tanya's path companion. He felt so tired, his soul in pain as he walks forward. He blinks as he felt something stop him, unsure what was going on, even as he sees his sister running toward him. "Sister..."
"Oh John, what did he do to you?" she asked, stopping within touching distance. She reach out her hands to him. "Come, the others are waiting..."
He stares at her hands but he was rooted to the spot, names whispering through his head. 'Howl, I can't help him if I die. Sei, I promise that I wouldn't leave sis behind. Warren, how can I leave him down a healer for Grindstone? To never see another of Lady Jancis's events...or speak of new healing method. I want to help Titor make Eozera a better place. Cliodhna and Erik wedding....I want to see her smile like Tanya should have with Sam. I could learn even more from Sir Kiht'to...Raimy....Khuj'a...Worren...' He look at her and shook his head. "I can't. I can't come with you."
Tanya frown, look him over, her green eyes narrowing in on something behind him. "I understand..." she said, then smile. "Please, keep fighting while I see what I can do to help." Then she was gone, leaving him alone in the dark.
He fought the best way he knew how, he reach out for the aether of those around him, and use that the protect what was left of his soul, keeping the void from feed on the rest of himself. He wasn't sure how long he was in that place before there was a sharp flash of something breaking, and then he was falling backwards and into a well of pain. He finally force his eyes open to see a blurr image of Titor above him. Relief flooded through him. "Ti...Titor..." It was turely over...
"I...can help...." John force out, reaching up to try and drive the voidsent energy from the soul. His eyes widen as he found no soul there. "What did....you do?"
"We feasssted, sssso delicious was his hate..." 'He' smirk at John as anger flash in his eyes. "Yesss, get angry, hate ussss...the better your ssssoul tassste."
He could feel the cuts moving across his neck, he could see what he could become if he didn't fight the hatred that was trying to over power everything else. His blood was pounding in his ears even as he was slam into the wall of stone behind him. He saw Titor and Kiht'to coming up the path...try to warm them...
It was at that moment that the infection hit his lung and he couldn't hold back the scream of pain. He hung limp even as Khuj'a and Worren appear, barely making out the words, claiming that he was involve in bring his friends here to become food for the void. He remember that clear moment of hate, his hand vibrating with healing aether, but hiding that blade of fire aether within. He is weightless as the creature throws him, even as Worren slams into the creature, and hit smacks into the wall, darkness claiming him as his body falls limp to the ground.
*****
A dark tunnel...a bright light far in the distance, feeling the draw of it. For a moment, as he moves toward the light, he wonder were Sara is at, but he had seen no sign of Tanya's path companion. He felt so tired, his soul in pain as he walks forward. He blinks as he felt something stop him, unsure what was going on, even as he sees his sister running toward him. "Sister..."
"Oh John, what did he do to you?" she asked, stopping within touching distance. She reach out her hands to him. "Come, the others are waiting..."
He stares at her hands but he was rooted to the spot, names whispering through his head. 'Howl, I can't help him if I die. Sei, I promise that I wouldn't leave sis behind. Warren, how can I leave him down a healer for Grindstone? To never see another of Lady Jancis's events...or speak of new healing method. I want to help Titor make Eozera a better place. Cliodhna and Erik wedding....I want to see her smile like Tanya should have with Sam. I could learn even more from Sir Kiht'to...Raimy....Khuj'a...Worren...' He look at her and shook his head. "I can't. I can't come with you."
Tanya frown, look him over, her green eyes narrowing in on something behind him. "I understand..." she said, then smile. "Please, keep fighting while I see what I can do to help." Then she was gone, leaving him alone in the dark.
He fought the best way he knew how, he reach out for the aether of those around him, and use that the protect what was left of his soul, keeping the void from feed on the rest of himself. He wasn't sure how long he was in that place before there was a sharp flash of something breaking, and then he was falling backwards and into a well of pain. He finally force his eyes open to see a blurr image of Titor above him. Relief flooded through him. "Ti...Titor..." It was turely over...
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