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

I shook my head, “Thank you, Deionarra, I’ll do my best to find one.” I
turned to leave.
"Hold a moment,” she circled around, floating to face me. The cold air
billowed about her and I shivered, “I learned much when I traveled with you,
my Love, and what you have lost, I have retained. I have not divulged all that
I know to you. My sight is clear... whilst you fumble in the darkness for a
spark of thought." Her eyes were bright now, eager, willing to help.
I smiled in gratitude, and she seemed elated. She still loved me, then, more
deeply than anything. Dhall was right. Passions bind us to this plane, and if
Deionarra were ever to achieve peace, I must either join her, or she must
learn to forget me as I have her, "And what is it your sight sees that I do
not?"
"Time itself relaxes its hold as the chill of oblivion slowly claims us, my Love.
Glimpses of things yet to come swarm across my vision. I see you, my Love. I
see you as you are now, and..." Deionarra grows quiet. Her face grew placid,
expressionless, and her eyes shut as if she were in a trance.
"What is it? What do you see?"
"I see what lies ahead for you. It ripples through the planes, stemming
outward from this point. Shall I speak of what I see?" she intoned.
"Tell me. Please."
"First, I require a promise. Promise you will return. That you will find some
means to save me or join me." I hesitated a moment, suddenly skeptical.
True, perhaps I needed to die, perhaps I needed to set things right.
Footsteps echoed down the hall once more, but it wasn’t panic that drove
me. I centered myself, grew calm, and looked Deionarra in the eye to make
a vow.
"I swear I will find some means to save you or join you, Deionarra."
She nodded, smiled, more than satisfied, "This is what my eyes see, my
Love, unfettered by the shackles of time..."
"You shall meet enemies three, but none more dangerous than yourself in
your full glory. They are shades of evil, of good, and of neutrality given life
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