Clyde's words seemed to stun Ervis into silence. The old Mage stared, a surprised look on his face. It seemed Clyde had stolen his voice. Or at least it seemed that way.. Until slowly a grin began to spread across his face and he began to laugh. His head tilted back and his mouth opened wide as laughter began to pour out. It grew louder and louder, and louder and louder, until it began to hurt Clyde's ears, until finally it stopped. The old mans head snapped back to attention and his eyes focused on Clyde. "Most unexpected! Most unexpected. Not even my druvin have come to that conclusion!" The laughter began again, inhumanly loud. It shook Clyde to his core, resonated with his very soul. All around him things began to change. Dark tendrils began to creep up the walls, black as the void yet, impossibly, shining with every color imaginable and some Clyde could not even begin to place. The mage in front of him began to fall away , torn to shreds from the inside out by claws made of the same impossible substance. It all became too much to comprehend, and Clyde's world was engulfed in chaos. It was chimes, or possibly years, before it began to calm and Clyde found himself standing alone in a dark room, no longer bound. Though it was pitch black, Clyde could clearly see the god before him. No words were spoken, not by Rhysol anyway, as the god approached. Casually he ran a long, black fingernail across the palm of his hand, drawing blood. The god thrust out his arm, the limb stretching to cover the distance between them, and pressed his palm against the wound on Clyde's ribs, the one first inflicted by Ervis Revine. Blinding pain coursed through Clyde's body, worse than anything Ervis had previously inflicted upon him. Worse than anything he had ever felt. The pain soon gave way to unbelievable ecstasy. There was no greater pleasure than that which coursed through his veins as he was imbued with the gift of chaon. When finally the throes of pleasure ran their full course through his body and Clyde regained his senses, he found the scenery had changed again. He was in a different room now, dark save for the flickering glow of torches on the building outside the window. Directly behind him was a door, and in the bed in front of him was a woman, blissfully unaware of the presence of the two figures staring down at her as she slept. Two figures, as Rhysol was standing at Clyde's side. "The woman before you is Siriana. You have seen her before." The memory of Siriana stopping Ervis from killing him flashed through Clyde's mind. "She is the leader of the Rising Dawn, and without her, you would certainly be dead. I present you with two choices. Both are betrayals, and both will bring chaos, one to the Rising Dawn, and the other to Ravok. Kill her, here and now, or you may walk out that door and let her live. Be my instrument. Make your choice." And with that, Rhysol was gone. Clyde was alone in the room with the still peacefully sleeping woman. The door was right behind him. He could walk out, and repay her for sparing his life by sparing hers, but betray Ravok in the process. Or he could betray her, and take her life. OOCOkay, so this post came to me as I was driving home. I had a plot all along, but I had know idea how to get us there. Clyde's realization was perfect. |