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So, this is a little angsty, but the scene it's referring to is pretty dark and angsty itself. My assignment was to write a reaction to an event that happened during the last Tavern Night (actually, it kind of happened before then, but thanks to random asshats crashing our role-play scene we only got to discuss it Tuesday) and here it is. It's very short (only 431 words), a little weak, but I enjoyed writing Tortured-Yet-Defiant Folami. :)

The walls came alive with shadows that stretched toward the ceiling and danced in time to the flickering flame from a single white candle set in the center of a small table in the cramped quarters of the inn room. It had been a long time since Folami needed a focal point for her meditation, but tonight was an exception. If she was to have any hope of gleaning the mirror’s secrets she had to clear her mind of all distracting thoughts, which also meant separating herself from her emotions. Especially fear.

You cannot even save yourself…

Folami shuddered at the memory of the vision she’d shared with the others. The sight of the death knight’s torture upon that profaned altar was enough to make anyone afraid, but it was the voice which chilled her very soul. Though she’d never heard it before, she knew that voice, knew its power. For her, it was a whisper at the fringes of her mind, something barely discerned amidst the day-to-day events of her life. But when fear was near, in the moments when her flesh and spirit were weak, she could feel its seductive pull.

You’ll become as her, the sins of the mother stain the daughter. The shadows will swallow you bit by bit, piece by piece until all that remains is a hunger that can never be sated.

It would be so easy to listen to it, to believe its half-truths. So easy to surrender, to fall into oblivion and put an end to a lifetime of fighting.

“No.” Folami let her eyes focus on the tiny flame in front of her and exhaled slowly. She forced herself to remember her conversations with Twinyarrow and what he said of their magic. Her life was lived in shadows and she danced in the darkness, and though it was part of her very being, it did not control her, not yet.

Not ever.

She could try to empathize with Solivar – a foolish endeavor in itself – and to pity him, or she could help him and the others touched by these mirrors. There would be time to remember the vision later, time to let those nightmarish images disturb her sleep, but not now. Now was the time to detach herself from the world around her and erase any chink in her armor the mirror might try to exploit. She only had one chance to get it right.

Her very life might depend on it. Solivar’s life and the lives of the others tainted did depend on it. She would not fail them or herself.

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