Ember's Curse
Even-though Ember was skilled with her sword and shield, allowing her to hold her own in combat. One might say she had taken too many blows to her head, as she couldn't do simple addition. This little fact left her completely unaware that the curse she was enduring, was caused by her own decision to venture to this far away land. A land where dying has no meaning, and death itself, is not finite. None the less she was determined to find a way to end to her burden.
Ember began thinking to herself, “why do I fail? My sword cuts, and bodies fall. My hunger is never satiated. Why do I crave more? And, what is it that I crave?” Without direction, she continued to push forward through the masses. Or, what she thought was forward, because there was no way to know where one was going. No sun or stars to navigate by, nor a compass or map to use in the foreign land. Only a hunger for the souls of the dead, to satisfy the burning of the curse.
And, as Ember's sword furiously cut down her foes. Rage making her momentarily blind to another being sneaking up on her. The being whispered in Ember's ear “It will all be over soon.” But, before she could turn around and mount a defense against her assailant, his serrated blade had already pierced the jugular. Ember's assailant watched as the life faded from her eyes and she began to collapse to the ground. Just moments before her death, she had hoped for a sweet release. But the curse would not allow for such a thing to happen, and in the flicker of the flame, Ember found herself once again arising from the ash.
Originally Written: August 11th, 2018 By: AvnSgt Part 2