Julian, Julian, Julian... Did you see it in my eyes as you made
implications about our treason. Can you tell yet how tired I am of
this game you are playing, this game they are playing with us? What
was your coup all about? Where is your daughter, Julian? What are
Deirdre and Random up to? What is Benedict going to do when he tires
of seeing you camped outside his door? Don't you see it? Is this the
man you are - sitting here powerless to track down even one little
escaped prisoner or those responsible? Are you the man who hides
behind a vale of lies, who makes cowardly threats to his friends, who
sits in shadow, without lifting a finger to save his own daughter from
the Queen of Chaos? And how about Fiona? Are you a man who keeps the corpse of
his sister in his bed? Is this normal behavior? Why do you fight
us? Would Julian do these things? Damnit Julian, don't you see it?!?
Gerard the power hungry tyrant calling for the execution of his
brother - Caine the useless drunk crying in his beer - Llewella the
callous heartless spell weaving enforcer - Flora the outrageous
flirt... Tell me when any of this begins to strike you as a bit odd,
Julian. Can it be a coincidence that this all began when Ygg fell and
Bleys was turned to stone and Fiona was slain and your daughter
disappeared. Does it make any sense to you? How does it feel to lie
to yourself?
*sigh*
Oh Julian, it's not your fault. You didn't cause this. You are just
a symptom of the sickness that has warped everything. You are just
the most convenient person for me to focus my frustration with this
trap I've been in. I shouldn't take it out on you. I have to just
play along with Dara's game. This current tunnel is not long. We
know what we need to do. With Quinn's spells we should be able to
find Fiona's essence. With Fiona's essence we should be able to grow
Ygg anew. Dara's counting on it. With Ygg repaired maybe you and the
others will snap out of it. Maybe I can persuade a Logrus master to
bring my father back from his tomb of stone. Maybe I can find my
daughter. Maybe I can get OUT.
Sand has it right. She has removed herself from the game the
immortals play. Getting yanked around like this is seriously getting
on my nerves. It's changing me and I don't like the results. I don't
want to be twisted by other people's plans. I don't want the lies
and the deception.
I hope I have a choice soon, but for now my fate is drawn. We must
restore things to the way they were, or to close as they can ever be
again. We know how to do it and we have the power of fate on our
side.
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