Desreal: I guess even death is not permanent anymore.

hearts that cry diamond tears;
spirits that walk for a thousand years;
here them calling on that darkest morning;
pulling me under, my thoughts dissapear;

Desreal seems eerily quiet as Saphira wanders through the shadows. The plea of a blackbird swirling through her thoughts. She fears this place, fears the things it has done to her soul. From her rape, to the death of Alshain. Nothing good has ever happened here…except perhaps the birth of her son Baraqel, and the revival of her beloved falcon. Now she was exiled here, wandering the nights alone while Alshain attempted to gain acceptance into the Andarin army. She can feel herself being pulled in a different direction, towards the sandy beaches of her beloved home. Oh yes, she would always be loyal to Solira. It didn’t matter that she didn’t live there, the ocean belonged to her, and vice versa.

She pulls herself away from the ocean’s intoxicating song, weaving further and further into the darkness of the forest. Sapphire eyes searching almost blindly through the shadows, until she stumbles across the decayed and frozen corpse from her memories. Her eyes close, and when they open they are tainted with ice. She considers ignoring the heartfelt pleas of the blackbird, but somehow finds she cannot. She knows what it is to lose, to want, to hope. She sighs, heavily into the night. She reaches down, ignoring the smell as the last of his frozen flesh is melted away on the warmth of her breath. Her lips touch his bones, and she needs only whisper a single word.

Rennervate

Immediately she feels herself being sucked into a blackness you can never imagine. She struggles to reach the surface, to break through the abyss. She finally struggles and breaks free, and her soft sapphire gaze locks on a shimmering onyx and gold outline. She walks towards him, feeling the hands of spirits pulling on her, touching her. She ignores them, each step ripping their grasp from her. Finally she reaches him, and with a smile she reaches out to kiss his cheek. The moment her lips touch his flesh, she feels a searing pain in her left side. Feels as each gash is embedded on her ribcage, one by one. She feels the blood ooze into the open wound, but she ignored it. Her eyes close, and the tugging ends. Once more she is spiraling through the abyss, hauling the onyx and gold outline with her. With a start her eyes flash open, her legs are trembling with some unseen weight. Her sides heave with each heavy breath.

Sapphire eyes lock onto emerald, and she has the grace to smile at him. She does not speak, for she does not have the energy. Each time she has brought a soul back, she has left a pieve of herself behind. Her ability was wearing thin, and with a soft gale of wind she lowers her painted and bloodied figure to the snow covered floor. Her smile falters, and on the breath of a sigh she manages to speak. It is soft, almost inaudible.

“Welcome back.”

But she does not know if it is welcome at all. Her eyes drift closed, and she sees the blackbird smile.

GOLD: S A P H I R A

the siren

you can hold the darkness from you;
if the will is very strong;
but that whisper always haunts you;
cannot change the Siren's Song.