The Gift

First silence and then it came again, a subtle sound, a sob deep in the darkness and then again silence. The sound of a torture at its rest. Like a succulent morsel, I yearned for it. Good things come in small packages, I thought, torture can be loud, but silent torture is the best. Then I realized what I was thinking, and I stopped. I had to wake up, I do not enjoy this, this is not me, it’s him. I tried to shout, but I couldn’t, I tried to move, and I couldn’t. I just waited patiently for the next sob, and even if I did not want it, I enjoyed it. Then after a while I woke up…
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Another night without rest. I hate these nightmares. The voice inside said “do you, really?”, I murmur harshly to myself: “of course I hate them” trying to convince myself but something inside me churned with a hunger I have never felt before.
I see the tiefling at the side with his mask. We all wear masks, at least he wears his outside, not like some of us. On the other side of the camp I see Felryn, surrounded his mechanical artifacts. Here is the one better prepared for this adventure than all of us. On the other side is Emilie  with her rough look. Who would have thought the power behind that slim frame? And at last Isabelle. I like her, and there lies the problem, HE knows it. “Yes I do…” says the voice inside my head. Yes, he does, I confirm.
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“You have a choice, choose!!” said the darkness harshly in front of me.
“No!!!! I don’t want to” I said sobbing. I want this to stop. “The choice was done, no turning back” said the voice inside me with a laugh. I feel the presence around me, inside me. I know it owns me, but I can still fight, I must fight it.
I can feel its breath on my face, but I cannot see anything, the warmth suffocates me, “Choose your gift?” said the voice in the darkness and to it the voice in my head added “Go head little changeling, make the choice, embrace it, you know you want it?”
No!!! I must fight it… I try to keep my mouth shut, and I felt the pressure building, I felt my will dissipating and then the voice inside my head took over “We choose the blade, my master.”
“May your blade bathe in the blood of your enemies” said the voice in the darkness, “May you bring death and destruction to the world, and may you cleanse it from the unworthy”.
I woke up
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It was late, far too late. I feel tears in my eyes. My soul ached as well as my body. I felt the surge of power in my veins, unwanted but present. I stood up. Isabelle steered beside me sensing my movement. She opened her eyes.
“What happened Esut?” she asked with genuine concern.
“Need to take a leak”, I lied.
“Ok…”, She answered, although she knew something was amiss. I have been having more nightmares lately. Although we did not share beddings, we had become close in the last couple of weeks. She sensed my turmoil.
I stood up and moved towards the bushes. “I can’t wait to tear into her” said the voice inside my head.
No!! I yelled silently. “yes…” He said softly.