the shadow by frithuswith

half stumbling half falling and the heart was heavy and pierced with cold arrows of despair. one more step and one more step and one more step.

this is where she finds you, blade slipped out of hand, nothing to hold on to, grip and grasp released, mind and world spinning.

something has descended. or risen. a blackness of the soul.

the light of her eyes falls on you and you recognise.

recognise yourself.

this is my shadow. this is what i yearn to meld with, not conquer. half-imagined dark things and a thousand counter-currents; this is what i utterly am and have been for all those aeons that i wandered in search of the essence. too much light creates a longing for night and night changes many thoughts.

may the wizard at lintze guide me. may his fourth miracle protect me.

lay down your armour.

turn towards the darkness within.

her shrine destroyed, her bones scattered, all she is is light.