Desreal: To Trazimon: --

“Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.”
- Blade Runner

Of course a shadow, I laugh, because, who else? I was there.

Of course it was. Three of us, actually – lover, victim and daughter.

There are nights when I dream of his pleas. But I cannot afford weakness, not while I have Andarin depending on my sanity and my will, and I wouldn’t be a shadow if I wasn’t so deeply paranoid about, well, everything.

I have far too many enemies.

You’re avenged now.

That wasn’t the why, but hey. He is, in a sense.

And of course he’d ask about the shard’s fate. That’s how they are, keepers. I wonder how long it will be until they are bound – all five shards – into a reforged Stone. I wonder who will be the one to do it. Alcatraz has the ruthlessness it takes, but I doubt Kurai will just surrender. Or my aunt.

Mm, it’ll be fun to watch, for sure.

Back into the wild. Back into the fray.

It isn’t in Accendare. That I know. Where it’s gone… ah, well. It’s gone.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if it randomly bonded to me, of all ponies? Wouldn’t Hypatia die of apoplexy if I had that little thing on top of every insult and injury I bestow upon this place?

Alas, no. Slavery does not become me.

Unless I want it to.

Which I might.

fenrisulfr
some there be that shadows kiss,
such have but a shadow’s bliss