Moturdrn

[25-Jan-2005]

Still doesn't make sense... How?... Why... Why now?
She turned away from the letter, now placed to her side on the bed, the thoughts in her head, a half empty bottle containing a refreshment potion in her left hand.

For the attention of Visko,
Visko, Kaldorian Sorceress within the lands of Akalabeth, my apologies for not getting in touch sooner, I had to be sure it was true. I had to be sure that the records were correct, that the one recorded as Visko within these files is indeed the one I search for, the one this letter is for, to you, my sister.

So... it must be... my name... my rank...

Yet still, something troubled her.

Why can't I... remember?

The thoughts repeated in her head, and she soon found herself speaking them, louder and louder... and louder... until...

WHY CAN'T I...
She stopped on the sound of smashing glass, the bottle that was in her hand now lay in pieces upon the floor near the wall. Stray pieces of glass glinted as she turned her head, when the light caught them from various angles, the remaining red liquid spilling over the floor.

Sighing, she stood, and picked up as much of the glass as she could, keeping her leather gloves on, and then, dropped them over the short wall the bottle had smash upon, into depths where they wouldn't provide a mess. The potion, she thought, made a fitting addition to the colour of the room, she allowed it to stay, to stain.

Placing the letter behind the bed's headboard, she lay down upon the bed, closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Sleep would come, it always did before, it would do again, she knew so...


...it didn't.

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