Role

Chapter 2

Ever on a path of beginnings. That is what I said when I was young,
that is what I envisioned my life becoming. And they are all around
me--beginnings for other, beginnings for myself. An ending looms,
though, and it is oppressive.

Perhaps it is because I was not born an Elf that I find myself seldom
adhering to all of their scruples. Forgiveness for past sins seems
to be a hard thing to find in Darsylon, but for those who do not
allow bad deeds to choke the light out of them, there is always hope,
and forgiveness should not be denied to them.

Ryasyn and I married, after a time, in spite of honesty. I told him
all of me, and he remained silent on what he said was a sordid past.
I had not the heart to force it out of him, and simply convinced
myself that things reveal themselves in time. And they do. I still
am not certain what motivated my husband to tell me of his boyhood
wanderings, which were indeed QUITE sordid, but I forgive him his
hesitance, and I would not ever hold any of his sins against him. He
lives a good life--has ever since I've known him. That is part of
why I love him, and that he makes me laugh almost constantly is too.

There are places, however, where forgiveness has no business being
offered, like the hearts of dark gods. I had hoped I would not see
Beroxxus in person again, but I have, and at least this time I have
no scars to show for it. I will not lose my song to him again, and
perhaps he knows this, perhaps this is why no harm came to any during
the course of our debate in the Inn. Instead, he and Lyristeon the
Imp attempted to convince us of the nonexistence of two things that I
believe in quite strongly: choice and love.

Perhaps the gods know everything, but I know what I feel the world
should hold, and there isn't a force in Thera that could make me let
go of those ideals.

And... there is a ghost beneath the sands who I think would approve.