(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

chaos, but in stone, carved by the will in an Unbroken Circle."
Dak'kon's eyes flicker over the Unbroken Circle of Zerthimon.
"Take it..."
Dak'kon's eyes turn from the stone and flicker over me, and he hisses again,
throat too dry for a moment to muster the words. He blinks, slowly, then
speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words are what I wanted to
hear. "My... life is yours... until yours is no more..."
"I have never harmed another..."
"Look into those flames, supplicant!" I snap, growling in his ear, "Raise your
head, look!"
The boy is shuddering from the pain... tears blur his eyes as he raises his
head to look into the fireplace. The flames cast his face in a red, gaunt
glow...
"If that is what consumes you, enough for you to intrude upon my
meditations, then I shall teach you of the shaping of flames, supplicant."
My hand lashes out again and clamps onto the boy's wrist. He howls as I
drag him closer to the fireplace, then thrust his hands into the coals - there is
a crackling, a hissing of burning flesh, and his screams - so terrible, yet-
"...not in all my lifetimes."
I hum a merry tune to drown out Vhailor's roars of fury fading behind me.
It took all I had not to vomit at the barrage of memories hammering my
conscience.
Vhailor stared at me, his eyes burning brightly. I felt the same stare as
before, the tearing and peeling back of the skin, as Vhailor seemed to
dissect me. A wave of nausea swam through me, churning the bile in my
stomach and turning my guts to water. I could feel myself drowning, in his
gaze, deeper this time... until my vision almost faded to black...
“KNOW THIS: There is MUCH that CANNOT be seen in you. I shall WATCH
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