Role

Chapter 7

She walked away slowly, a glazed look on her features. He stared after her,
remembering once again the dark day in the woods. He relived the moments, his
earliest memories. His brain began to tell him things, to call him names.
Freak! Abomination! Things he heard others call him after he left the
Arch-Mage. Things that never really bothered him until now as he watched his
mother walk away, again.


His reverie was interrupted by a loud splash. He ran to the river south of
the Tower. He knew something horrible had happened, he had a sinking feeling
in his gut that would not abate. He frantically ran along the riverbank for
several minutes, then he saw it. His mother's corpse slowly drifted into a
shallow part of the river. He stared at it, conflicted emotions unfelt for
two hundred years filling his core. He picked up the corpse and hugged it to
himself, staring down at lifeless eyes. It was then the Lord of Loss revealed
himself, for the first time. He felt like the Lord was just having a game
with him, a cruel joke. A deception just like Pininip might pull on others.
He chuckled in denial with the God, he held the corpse and felt much guilt at
what he had visited upon her. He seethed with anger, he asked the God to
bring her back. But his only response? 'Blessed are the Lost.'


With that the God faded away. Pininip slowly let the corpse slide back into
the water. So many thoughts and feelings to work through, he knew exactly
what to do. He flew to the towering Spire in Galadon and began to attack it
and all the guards within. He laid waste to several guards that poked and
prodded his thick scales with their spears and swords. He exhausted himself
and took the form of an eagle, flying up, and up. He noticed vultures
circling over the weald oddly, all swooping down at once. Curious he arrived
just in time to see a tiny gnome hand disappear down the gullet of a fat
catfish. He heard a crashing in the bushes and saw an odd looking goblin
running away, dropping something as he did so. He saw it then. Neatly cleaned
gnomish bones, tied with together with old twine. The last remnants of his
mother. He put her on his wrist, the insanity begun.


He spent some time talking to himself, talking with her, his voice hers, hers
his. Clearly she was haunting him. Her spirit was not at peace, she was not
at rest. This brought great joy to Pininip. His mother cared enough about him
to haunt him, to possess him at times, to spend her unlife with him. She
couldn't love him in her life, but she would forever from then on. He finally
has the affection he never knew he was missing. In his head he convinced
himself it was a grand occasion, she found him after so many years, she loved
him, she saved him from drowning but drowned herself. A lovely lie just for
him, a mother's love. He hugged his bracelet a little closer to himself and
gave it a little kiss. Time to discover more magic, to make his mother even
prouder.