Cold Hearts -- Manar: HailFire Peaks (Ice side)

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Date Posted: 22:07:57 03/31/02 Sun
Author: Knightmare
Subject: Cold Hearts

"Once more my journey draws me into a vastly changed landscape. Icicles replace geysers of flame. But amid the pure white there is still some red.

It takes a minute to recognize the substance decorating the slope as blood. It is so bright. So pure. So fresh.

I fall to my knees sobbing, my tears freezing upon my flesh. I care not. Clearly this is the work of Idola and his minions.

Before me, a blue claw juts from the snow. I dig furiously, noticing for the first time that I am not wearing my gauntlets, not clad in the black armor. My own fingertips grow raw and bloody, but if I can save but one innocent it will be---no!

The talon gives way to a single digit, cleaved well and true. Shaking I turn it over, the exposed bone smooth, its layers as telling as the rings of a mighty tree cut down far too soon. It is a clean cut I realize as I hurl the claw away in revulsion, frozen tears washing over my face once more.

I pray this dream, this nightmare, is nothing but the workings of my imagination. I have suffered much, with little moments of true clarity. This cannot have happened, not yet, not ever. But if this tragedy is still to come, is this blood on Idola's hands or someone else's? I turn my own bloodied palms over and stare dumbly at them, remembering how clean and smooth that cut had been, the work a swordsman unforgiving and true. Not even the cursed black knights who ravaged the fabled city of Necros possessed such accuracy.

Butchers.

And yet....is there admiration in these thoughts? Is a murderer not a murderer? This world, this magically charged world is speaking to me once more, warning me of things that could be by planting things that were...after all, how would I know of an ancient city, now lost beneath the sands of Aegypt?

Aegypt....Necros...names I should not know but do. And so I feel myself moving once more, or perhaps it is this world which moves beneath mine feet. The desert I crossed to reach these peaks, the desert I have never crossed, I feel returning to me. Let me step back to Aegypt...let me know what need be done to prevent this...."

"Those who do not know history, are doomed to repeat it."
-old saying(one for which I ironically do not know who to credit)

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