One step closer
Aug 6, 2009 13:30:36 GMT -6
Post by Zaath on Aug 6, 2009 13:30:36 GMT -6
Zaath, just having exited the mountains and entering Etruria, felt quite a level of sadness as he looked back on the events at the mountain pass. He had begun to believe that all the death that he had seen in his life was lessening his grip on sanity. Hallucinations, as he had seen, where becoming frequent (Compared to not having any at all). He also felt a little sorry for the merchants. They took the path knowing of its dangers, but did they really have to die? And how did Zaath survive? Many around him had died, his mercenary… friends in Sacae where all dead, he was sure his family was dead, and now all the traders have died. But he remained alive. How? How could one man trot through the shadow of the valley of death and survive?
As Zaath thought back on his life, things such as his tendency to dodge deaths scythe have made him unafraid of death. Yet still, he has yet to find something worth dying for. He does value his life, and knows the value of others, but… In the rage of a battle… life in itself disappears, leaving nothing but; rage, fear, death. In the heart of a war, life is just death waiting to happen. And when death beckons to Zaath, he escaped its clutches, not willing to die for what he fights for. In the end, is this disloyalty to all of his contract holders what has kept him alive? Or was it the knowledge that what they paid was not worth his life? Like he was too good to die for them. Or was the shadow hanging over him? Did it somehow shield him from the eternal sleep? His fear that if he died that he would never discover who he was and why everything he touched withered away. Regardless, he was alive, and needed to make some money before he ran out of food and starved.
Zaath followed the river he had to the day before and arrived at the edge of a forest, dotted with brush and rather thin trees. He entered the forest; unsure of what would lie before him and what the future would hold.
As Zaath thought back on his life, things such as his tendency to dodge deaths scythe have made him unafraid of death. Yet still, he has yet to find something worth dying for. He does value his life, and knows the value of others, but… In the rage of a battle… life in itself disappears, leaving nothing but; rage, fear, death. In the heart of a war, life is just death waiting to happen. And when death beckons to Zaath, he escaped its clutches, not willing to die for what he fights for. In the end, is this disloyalty to all of his contract holders what has kept him alive? Or was it the knowledge that what they paid was not worth his life? Like he was too good to die for them. Or was the shadow hanging over him? Did it somehow shield him from the eternal sleep? His fear that if he died that he would never discover who he was and why everything he touched withered away. Regardless, he was alive, and needed to make some money before he ran out of food and starved.
Zaath followed the river he had to the day before and arrived at the edge of a forest, dotted with brush and rather thin trees. He entered the forest; unsure of what would lie before him and what the future would hold.