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

I turned from them, reaching a hand out into the empty space in front of
me. With a wrench of my wrist I twisted the threads of existence, and the
area in front of me turned in on itself, warping in a whirl of blue and white.
The portal hung like a curtain, and revealed the perfumed quarters of the
Clerk's Ward.
I felt a pang through my chest. For a short time that had been home, and I
could never return.
One by one they went through, gazes kept forward. They left me into the
folds of life, and it would shelter them for the rest of their years, long as
they may be.
But not as long as mine, I smiled to myself.
Only Annah turned to me then, the last to leave. Her mouth opened, she
reached out, but before she could run back to me I snapped the portal shut.
I closed my eyes, and waited for the end.
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I could feel it gnawing at the walls, clawing at the protective wards my
mortality had placed when we were apart. I looked up to the shadows that
swirled, and shuddered, not knowing whether I was their master or foe.
With a sweep of my hand they scattered. I hoped they would find their
rightful rest.
And then I focused, knowing the protections that barred my death from me.
They snapped like overstretched sinews, and with each one that broke the
Fortress shuddered. Far in the distance I could feel the regrets crumbling to
ash, swept into the nothingness of the void that lay beyond. Words unsaid
and stillborn dreams... the mortar and brick of my palace, my prison,
cracked. The pillars of sorrow fractured and broke.
The Fortress was falling apart.
I could feel the foundations raining away beneath me, dissolving into
nothingness. Each floor and tower shattered and melted away like ice into
the sea of black, and with each barrier that fell my death clawed closer,
howling with voracious fangs.
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