Spire's Master

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Written by: Sammy

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Memories from the prvious mind stirred within Kazrai. those told by the Captain of Blinding Spear.

something is wrong.

The rebelion, the ashlem war, Reach, King Dauthous, it all seemed connected But he wasn't sure how or why.

The whispers of the old ones, the influence of the current gods. Man made, divine intervention.

Kazrai stood on the balcony, looking over the tormented sea, wind howled, waves crashed. all as it should be yet something was different. The sea had questions left unanswered, Kazrai had questions he wanted answered.

Tapping his smoking pipe on the railing, the questions screaming in his mind, a quiet thought rearing its ungly form, to simple throw himself from the balcony, a folly attempt to find silence.
If only escaping the Kraken's grasp were so easy.

Wandering back into his study, the air cool, comforting, anyone else would compare it to a prison but Kazrai called it home.

A rift in reality, a sphere of annilation sat gently illuminating Kazrai's desk. His hand passed thought it….harmlessly. what was not meant to be could not be destroyed so simple. an old note scrunched up and tossed into the sphere, erased.

Chewing his nails, passing the study, fiddling with a knife, That thought once again rising in his mind, plunge the knife into his knee, just to do something, to commit to anything but before he can thunder cracks above startling him.

Another thought, one the gripped him tight, was Valour alright?
Out the door. down a few flights of stairs, the tower was dark and wet, shadows creppt in every corner, the flash of lightning and the howling wind filled the hallways.
Kazrai walked, then jogged. closer and closer to thier bedroom, SHe was just there! did somone come in? did something change? His heart raced.
There was the door, just ahead, running. knife ready, intent to kill whatever was endangering Valour.
the door opened as Kazraid stood. Valour there in bed, sleeping soundly. the room quiet and calm.

Kazrai lowered his knife taking a deep breath. “Worried about nothing” his voice was unfamiliar, out of place in this dark spire.
He Kissed Valour gently, leaving the room, cosing the doors