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memshare; tesleen
There's a terror in your entire being as you run, your boots wanting to sink into the packed dirt and dust, the sky an unforgiving curtain of light beating down from above. You pay it no mind, though you know its presence dooms the region to an eventual death, because all of your attention is focused on one boy... and the angel standing before him.
The eater raises its blade to strike--you're too far away; you won't make it in time; you can't protect him like you've sworn to yourself you would do--but before it can strike the final blow, a young blonde woman comes out of nowhere, leaping and slashing through the eater's wing and saving the boy Halric for now.
Thank the Twelve. She's a wonder, Tesleen, and you can't help the warmth in your heart as she goes straight for Halric to pull him away. You're lucky to have met her--
But then there's a sword piercing her from behind, and suddenly everything's gone so horribly, terribly wrong as she speaks her last (no, not Tesleen, not her, not now) and she screams.
Oh, gods, she screams. That scream is written into the fabric of your mind in an instant, unable to ever be forgotten, as her body is seared from the inside out by pure light, dropping her to all fours and vomiting it up like blood, looking up one last time as her eyes glass over white and tears of light fall, coating her cheeks in glistening marble skin. You clap your hands to your mouth, horror like bile in the back of your throat as she disappears into a cocoon of white feathers.
In spite of yourself you break into a sprint--you can't stop it, but this can't be happening to Tesleen. You've been by her side for months now, sharing meals and smiles, helping her with duties around the Inn. You'd thought...
No... no, no, no, no, no--!
Your voice breaks as she emerges from her stasis, no longer a woman but an eater, twisted and wrong in every way, her newly feathered wings spreading wide and white behind her. Her cheeks are patterned by the streaks of her tears, and as the sin eater who changed--who murdered--her flaps away, she flaps her own wings, boosting unsteadily into the air in fledgling flight. But her face turns toward you, and you would swear that even though her brown eyes have gone, replaced by voids of black that will hold no soul forevermore, she sees you.
"Forgive me... Alisaie..."
And she's flying after the sin eater, called by his light, as you crumple to your knees in the deserts of Amh Araeng and sob.
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The eater raises its blade to strike--you're too far away; you won't make it in time; you can't protect him like you've sworn to yourself you would do--but before it can strike the final blow, a young blonde woman comes out of nowhere, leaping and slashing through the eater's wing and saving the boy Halric for now.
Thank the Twelve. She's a wonder, Tesleen, and you can't help the warmth in your heart as she goes straight for Halric to pull him away. You're lucky to have met her--
But then there's a sword piercing her from behind, and suddenly everything's gone so horribly, terribly wrong as she speaks her last (no, not Tesleen, not her, not now) and she screams.
Oh, gods, she screams. That scream is written into the fabric of your mind in an instant, unable to ever be forgotten, as her body is seared from the inside out by pure light, dropping her to all fours and vomiting it up like blood, looking up one last time as her eyes glass over white and tears of light fall, coating her cheeks in glistening marble skin. You clap your hands to your mouth, horror like bile in the back of your throat as she disappears into a cocoon of white feathers.
In spite of yourself you break into a sprint--you can't stop it, but this can't be happening to Tesleen. You've been by her side for months now, sharing meals and smiles, helping her with duties around the Inn. You'd thought...
No... no, no, no, no, no--!
Your voice breaks as she emerges from her stasis, no longer a woman but an eater, twisted and wrong in every way, her newly feathered wings spreading wide and white behind her. Her cheeks are patterned by the streaks of her tears, and as the sin eater who changed--who murdered--her flaps away, she flaps her own wings, boosting unsteadily into the air in fledgling flight. But her face turns toward you, and you would swear that even though her brown eyes have gone, replaced by voids of black that will hold no soul forevermore, she sees you.
"Forgive me... Alisaie..."
And she's flying after the sin eater, called by his light, as you crumple to your knees in the deserts of Amh Araeng and sob.