Role

Chapter 2

I was young when I was captured. And very stupid. I used the hammers of my
heritage to harvest the gems that Mremrisl wanted. I would use them until
I passed out from exhaustion and he would wake me again with his magic and
force my body to do more. He knew I wanted death. He knew that was the only
thing I wanted for myself. And for that reason alone, he did not give it to me.
It was when I found a streak of moonstone, with it's near transparent life,
I realized his weakness. The gems must have reached all the way to the surface.
When it became uncovered it gave out a bright light that made him jump. He
forced me magically to cover it up with my body, then bury it again with my
muscles. It wasn't just a jump from seeing something bright that hurts the eyes.
It was pain. Searing pain for him. Before I buried it, I used my touch on it
to feel it's presence and know what surrounded it. It took another year of my
life to exact my plan. Truth be told, I was hoping that I would just hurt him
enough for him to kill me. Sweet release was all I sought. Over that year,
I methodically calculated where the streak of moonstone was and began to
set up the earth around it to reveal it in all it's glory. I piece of earth
moved here, another piece pushed away there. Until I knew the day of my death was
ready. No more torture. As soon as I was useless to him, he would get another,
but, at least it would not be me.

The brightness of the light blinded me and caused my head to spin. All it took
was one strike to the place I set up and the entire cavern collapsed around me
revealing the moonstone. As I think back on it, if it were night time, I don't
know if I would be here to write this down. I crawled away from the rubble
very hurriedly, just feeling my way around. After a few moments,
my vision began to come back. As I began to focus on the light in the cavern, I
could see Mremrisl on one knee with his hand up in a defensive position.
I looked around for a way out so I could escape. Here was a chance to live!
I stopped. I turned around and I saw him for what he was. Something that was
too weak to do his own bidding. Yes, he was strong in magic, but, weak in
flesh. He was an abomination. And I had already decided to die. I charged him.
I dropped my hammers on my way to him because I wanted to kill him with my
bare hands. I think I beat on his corpse long after he was dead. It was the
first time in years that exhaustion did not stop me. My blood burned. I was free.
And I realized that I would never rest until this type of abomination was
eradicated from the deep earth. It was then I saw the sparkle in the moonstone.
A ring of five stars. The revelation was upon me.