"... His name is Dallas Tiorsi, prince of the dimension of Somnium." The Flamewielder began, the thoughts of the great prince swimming within her head. "I met him during my duties as a Drifter at Somnium. He... he was actually the first person I met. I experienced major turbulance when travelling through the 'dimensional rift' and sustained life-threatening injuries. He found me in the snowy forests during a hunting trip, and so brought me back to his city." Bur went on to explain, trailing her fingertip across the hilt of a small dagger she held in her hand. "Heh... I can still see him now. Ivory skinned, the noblest of expressions, the purest white could ever be was his locks of hair... but those features aren't what I remember the most; it was his eyes. A warm brown colour, a glint of gentleness always lingered within them." She smiled lightly.
"Ignore me rambling on. Anyways. See now, the people of his dimension... they had known of my race, the Flamewielders through legends. When word broke out that I was one of them, there was sheer chaos. Nobody could believe it, everybody thought it impossible. He in particular was fascinated by the myths and legends of the Flamewielders, which brightened his incentive to make sure I lived. And so, prince Dallas tended to my wounds himself and stayed at my bedside for nearly two weeks. He refused to let anyone else draw near. He was... a good man."
Shaking her head, Bur shook the pain from her expression and continued to speak. "It was through those two weeks of gentle care his fascination turned to something greater... it turned to love. I was in that dimension for two years ridding the lands of the shadow beasts; he fought alongside me every step of the way, he protected me fiercely, you could see it in his eyes; he was willing to die for a Flamewielder." As she rambled on, Bur felt a sharp sting upon her fingers; unconsciously she had cut her hand upon the dagger she fiddled with. Ignoring it, she continued. "I suppose you could say... I eventually came to return the feeling. It was... it was wonderful, I suppose you could say. But I was foolish," Bur growled, a solemn flicker to her amber gaze. "A Drifter can never be allowed to stay in one place. I soon had to leave... well, to say that prince Dallus was devastated was an understatement. It tore him apart. I can still hear is agonized cries to this very day." The Flamewielder shuddered, her gaze averting Eva's.
"Out of blinded fury and his desperate heartache, he cursed me. He cursed me for being a Drifter; and so when I fulfill my duty and the shadow beasts are all slain... I will die. As the time draws nearer, this curse will begin to mark the rest of my body and slowly kill me from the inside. It won't be pretty, that's for sure." Bur chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood on such a darkened manner. Sighing, she shook her head. "I feel terrible for breaking his heart... but it couldn't be helped. As a Drifter, my duty comes first. I had no choice in the matter." Turning her gaze to the starry skies once more, Bur tilted her head somewhat. "I still wonder how he is these days... he was a good man, like I said. And he will make a fine ruler of Somnia. But of course, I shan't be the one to stand at his side. I know not of where my place is, I simply know that the shadow beasts must fall or else." She nodded, wiping the blood tickle from her hand into the blunt side of the dagger.
"My question for you, Eva, is... do you think that this curse can be lifted?"
Edited by Nixe Dragonheart, 24 July 2011 - 07:58 PM.