Role

Chapter 6

When I awoke, I found myself laying next to the body of the man who killed Lalleya. It took me some time to regain
my bearing, I was very weak. As memory returned to me I touched my neck, the wound had sealed but a scar remained.
I tried to speak, the words sounding like blood flowing over broken glass.
From that point forward I knew my voice was forever shattered.

Here my memory darkens, and I struggle now to recall all the events which took place as I left the tent.
I remember the embers of the campfire still warm, I had not been unconscious long. I remember searching desperately
for the body of Lalleya. I remember finding her, face down on the ground. The arrow shaft protruding from her back.
I remember screaming, and crying, and kissing her forehead. I remember the days and nights it took to bear her dead
body back to Darsylon even as it decayed in my arms.

I remember delivering her body to the home of her parents and the look on their faces. I remember crashing through
the palace into the chambers of Danellaran. I remember trying to strike him in the face and cursing him.

I remember being forever banished from the Palace. I remember my Father's horror as he looked upon me. Simultaneously
hearing the news of Lalleya's death, my banishment, and seeing for the first time my once golden hair turned black.
(This must have happened shortly after I learned of Lalleya's death, how such a change in color occurred I still do not know.)
I remember my father banishing me from my own home.

I remember years of wandering the world, dead within my living body. I remember fighting countless battles, wishing only to die completely.
I remember being wounded badly, my blood pouring out of my body as I lay within a dense jungle. I remember waking, my face wet and
a large feline form standing over me for only a moment before disappearing into the trees. I should have died there.

I remember stumbling across an ancient ruin, and I remember having faith for the first time in my life.