When you are all alone in the darkness of your own mind you start to lose time. Its why I really can't tell you how long I was trapped there. I mean I know how long it actually was (3 days), but how long that felt in there? I lived an entire lifetime. At first I just ran, ran and ran, there was no air to need or muscles that got sore, I don't know I figured if I kept running I'd eventually run out of my self? After that I shouted, no one was listening. In the end it was crying that got me heard, like any child will tell you people just can't stand the sound of someone sobbing.
"I see she's found someone else to torment." It was a voice that sounded like Valrya's but wasn't, she was and older lady, I could hardly make her out, like I was looking at her through a stream of water.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my head?"
"You're head? So she moved bodies again, once upon a time this was my head long ago I figure, I've been here so long, my punishment for my crime." I could see her own sorrow lines (if three days felt like forever to me, I don't want to know how long that time had felt for this lady as she'd been there for hundreds of years).
"You were one of Valyra's victims I take it?"
"In a manor of speaking, I am Valrya, she must have taken my name along with my body, I forget her name, remembering things is hard with as long as my soul has been here you see, its why you can't fully see me, I felt I was gone, gone to the abyss a soul goes when it winds up in a place like this, but your tears, your sorrow brought me back in a way." Its funny crying tends to bring spirits out in the real world as well, well the good kind, the bad kind of spirits might come but they'll just be there to mock you.
"You were her teacher? I don't think, I can't think, I have no, I can't even put to words what I want to say." When you're in your own mind you don't have much of a thought process, you kind of do, glimpses, flashes, but nothing solid, and nothing for long.
"You have no memory of me in her memories I think, you were her student, and took her like she takes others? I wouldn't think she'd keep a memory of the one she betrayed in her own mind." She smiled, it was almost warming in a way, I felt soothed.
"How did she betray you?"
"When I met her, she was an old woman dying from some disease or another, I forget how or where it was, its been so long ago, it might have been some kind of cave, I offered her comfort and a place to stay, it wasn't a day later that I woke up here, I figure she must have carried out some black art on me while I slept, took my life for her own."
"How long have you been here?"
"Time out of mind, and I can not die young man, or I couldn't, she used to come to me, torment me with her exploits and what she does, its how I knew of her students and other such horribleness, I think she allowed me to retain memory so that she could hurt me more, as if taking my body was not enough."
"Can I help you?" I felt the need to help her, despite meaning I'd be stuck there alone, I couldn't imagine her soul deserved to be stuck here, I mean I certainly did, she didn't.
"Kill me, if you end my soul here I figure I'll have nothing left and can leave, as a gift for my freedom I will impart on you my memory of this place and of your enemy, may it free you from her as I failed to do." Another murder, this time to free a soul long dead, it felt righteous. I was about to say I had no weapon with which to kill her but my sword was in my hand, as if it always been there. The spirit shimmered and kneeled at my feet, I raised my sword up and brought it down, she was gone, no scream, no blood, just there and gone. In her leaving I felt a wave of memory wash over me, I didn't just get the real Valrya's memories of being trapped, but her memories entirely, her life and her betrayal. At first it was draining, and then I smiled, I knew a way out, Valrya had thought of it but hadn't figured it out, but I did. And I planned to free myself and end fake Valyra for good this time (and like for real the sneaky necrobitch).
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