"And so comes Trezlan into himself to see what I have to say." I was mediating, technically it was a hypnosis technique used on people with multiple personalities, but eh details.
"So you know why I'm here."
"I'm you, sort of, so yes I'm well aware why you're here, the question I have to ask is what you think I know that you don't know." These interior mind conversations are very confusing on a good day, this was not a good day.
"Several things I'm sure, but more importantly I have to imagine what Morley did came from something you discovered, and since you know it, I know it, and since you could do it, you could undo it, and that's why Morley wanted to know what I was doing." The spirit of my former master long dead looked at me and then looked away, and then came back with a smile.
"And if I did know of a way to stop this? What would that get me?"
"The universe not being destroyed?"
"As if I care about the universe." I'd say it was weird for an aspect of me to not care about existence, but because this was the part related to my former master, well it made more sense than it should.
"Well what can I offer me other than continued existence?"
"A share at the table a turn at the wheel, it's maddening being locked in here and seeing you have all that fun, just for a little while what would be the harm?" I should have broke myself out of the trance here and been done, but no I stupidly made a deal with myself to allow it to be free. I recall at the time thinking I could simply break the deal and leave it rotting inside me like I had for all those years. Stupidly of course I had no idea what price I would take from myself. Nor did I realize the only way to shut down the damnation that Val knew was to use ritual magic based on thousands on thousands of deaths. By the time I realized all that it was years later, when I finally regained control of myself and the Red War was over.
I technically ended it with a battle over a planet between the followers, the damnation, and the Ronerawth military. History books recall this moment with pride not acknowledging my awful ritual killed most of the people in the battle, or that I wasn't even me at the time (a part I'm not really keen to remind people of). For the greater good it was necessary, but seeing the loss of life never made me feel all that great about the good.
That's about all I have to say on the Red War.
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